Page 10 of Ronny

I remember the rush of panic I felt at those hands, I froze for what felt like minutes but I know it was only mere seconds.

“God, I have waited so long to touch you,” he moans sickeningly, and it takes everything in me to not throw up. Some of my fight comes back and I spin around to face him.

“Holden, what are you doing?” I say loudly, scanning the hallway to see if anyone else got out of class early.

“I’m so tired of you being a pussy tease! So, I decided to man up and do what I have wanted all of this time,” he tells me, a sick, twisted grin on his face and his hands running along my sides.

The urge to throw up in his face is crawling up my throat, his wandering hands bringing back horrible memories, and my whole body starts to tremble in fear.

“Holden, I don’t like you like this,” I tell him, my voice barely audible from my trembling.

His eyes narrow on me. “Is it because of Ronny? I’m a better man than he ever will be! He’s trash!” he screeches, making him sound like a preteen girl.

The fear is gone, and the only thing I feel now is straight-up anger because Ronny is so far from trash! He is perfect.

I glare at him. “Don’t talk about him like that, you are the one who is worthless! You’re pushing your advances on someone because they don’t want you! How pathetic can you be?” I spit out at him angrily, slapping his hands off me.

I can feel my heart beating so hard in my chest as I see the change in him at my words. I know poking someone who is mentally unstable is not a good thing, but at the same time I’m proud of myself.

He grits his teeth. “What did you say to me?” He seethes, lifting his hand like he is going to hit me, and I try to step back but the only thing that does is press me harder against the lockers.

“I think I need to teach you your place. You will learn to love this dick!” He growls at me like an animal, and I push him back with my hands on his chest, clenching my eyes shut knowing that his hit to the face is going to hurt me.

“Big mistake,” someone says, and I open my eyes, stunned at the sound of Ronny’s voice.

He is standing behind Holden. He is so pissed, I have never seen that look on his face before and it chills me to my core. Holden’s face is red, trying to wrench his wrist out of Ronny’s hand.

“She is just a tease, man! Don’t you get it?” Holden tries to argue his point, but I can see that it just makes it worse for him.

Ronny tears his eyes from him, staring at me in a way like he is making sure that I’m okay. I give him a little nod to let him know that I’m fine.

Ronny doesn’t speak to him, instead he wrenches his wrist back farther and farther until I hear a sickening cracking sound.

Holy shit, Ronny just broke Holden’s wrist.

Ronny doesn’t let him go, he just gives a hard twist. Holden is screaming at the top of his lungs, trying to pry his wrist loose from Ronny hold, but it’s futile.

Everyone comes running out of the classrooms, wondering what’s going on, but it doesn’t deter Ronny from what he has planned for Holden.

You can feel the rage radiating from him. No one is speaking a word, just watching the scene. Not even the teachers are saying anything.

Then the most sickening snap has all of us jolting in shock. Ronny lets go of Holden’s wrist and his hand flops to the side, completely shattered.

Ronny splits the distance between us and he takes my hand that is shaking hard. “You okay?” he asks me. I nod, and he tucks me into his chest, holding me tight. I push the sounds of Holden screaming to the background.

I was scared—no, terrified—that I was going to be hurt again by a man. Ronny kisses the top of my head. “Ronny, you need to come with me to the office. The police are going to be called,” one of the male teachers says, and it snaps me out of my protective fog that Ronny had me in.

Ronny turns his head. “Yeah, good fucking thing considering this fucker was attempting to assault Olivia here.”

The teacher flinches at that realization, then he looks to me. I duck my head, not liking the attention on me.

Some of the girls from the MC run over to me, taking in the scene. Tiffany glares down at Holden, Tiana at her back. “Should have broken the other hand too.”

He flinches at that. His right hand is messed up and I know his football career is over. I can’t bring myself to feel bad at all, though, because I don’t have an ounce of sympathy for men that dare to harm women who don’t accept their advances.

We are led straight to the office at the front, then we are seated by the principal’s office and I bounce my leg, feeling anxious. I don’t want Ronny to get in trouble—hell, go to jail.

The teacher who Ronny informed that Holden tried to abuse me walks out of the principal’s office, not looking at us as he passes. “You sure you’re okay? It’s perfectly fine if you’re not,” Ronny asks me.

---