Page 62 of All My Broken Pieces

Zandra, or Alexandra Cassidy, has made my life a living hell since I arrived.

Sure, I might not have helped matters when I busted her lip on my second day here. But she was a cunt, so what did she expect?

“Fresh meat.” Zandra snickers, puffing her chest out and placing her hands on her hips. Her green eyes drag down my body, setting my teeth on edge at the lust shining in them.

There is only one set of green eyes I want looking at me like that.

“What team do you play for?” She hums, licking her lips.

My lip curls back. “Not yours.”

Zandra chuckles, clucking her tongue. “Huh, coulda sworn you were giving off vag vibes.” She takes a step closer to me, her chest nearly brushing against mine. “Don’t worry though, freshie. You’ll learn to love it.”

I lean away as I bark a laugh. “Oh, you misunderstood me.” Dragging my gaze down her body and back up, I sneer, “I’m strictly a tacos gal. I’m just not interested in eatingyours.”

She reels back, her eyes widening in shock for a split second before narrowing to slits. “The fuck did you just say?” She hisses.

I quirk an eyebrow, pretending to flick hair over my shoulder as I turn my back to her. “You heard me.”

Before I can take a step, I’m tackled to the ground. Flipping me on my back, Zandra straddles my hips, wrapping her handsaround my neck as she leans forward to spit out, “You’re going to pay for that.”

A laugh bubbles up from my chest at her threat, because, who the fuck is she?

“What’s so funny?” She demands, tightening her fingers to accentuate her question, but not enough that I can’t still speak.

I laugh again. “Love the ferocity,” My humor dies off as I drop my tone low. “But you shouldn’t make threats you can’t follow through on.”

Before she can respond, I roll us over so she’s flat on her back and I’m now straddling her. “See, you don’t know me,” I bend over, hovering my face over hers, my teeth bared. “But you’re going to now,puta.” My fist flies forward, connecting with her mouth, the impact busting her lip open.

Leaping to my feet, I walk away from the pathetic woman as she sobs like I’ve broken her jaw instead of split her lip. Her voice carries after me, making my heart clench. “Psycho bitch!”

“Don’t call me that.” I snarl, slamming my plate down and turning to face Zandra and her stupid fucking clique.

Seriously, are we in high school? Because these girls follow her around like she’s the queen bee or something, and I’m sick of it.

“What’s the matter,puta?” Zandra sneers, making her squad chuckle. “I looked that up, by the way. Ialsolooked something else up and I gotta say, bitch doesn’t do you justice,perra psicópata.” Her eyes sparkle as she catches my teeth grinding.

Her pronunciation is shit as she says the words how they’re spelled, per-raw sy-co-pat-uh, but I can tell what she’s trying to say, and the repeated insult sends me into a near blind rage.

“Congratulations,” I clap my hands. “You learned how to use a dictionary.” Zandra’s eyes narrow at me, but I don’t stop. “Quizás la próxima vez puedas aprender a usar un espejo. Tu perra fea.”

I laugh as she lunges for me, dancing out of her reach. “¿Qué pasa, mija?” I chuckle, thoroughly enjoying the rise I can get out of her. “Yourdictionarydidn’t teach you that one?”

She stands upright, balling her fists and glaring at me. “I don’t know what the fuck you just said to me, but you’re going to take it back.”

My eyes dart between her and her posse as they stalk toward me. “Now, now ladies.” I say, holding my hands up as I back away. “No need to get your panties in a bunch. Here, I’ll even help you for next time. Want toreallyinsult someone?Tu madre debería haberte tragado. Just ask yours.” Spinning on my heel, I take off, laughing wildly as I run down the hallway and up the stairs.

Billie shouts after me to slow down, but I don’t care. Fuck this place and fuck all of them.

I glare out the window, my heart aching as I long to hear the sound of my baby’s voice. To see her eyes light up as she tells me about her latest story or an idea she has but is too nervous to put down on paper.

The longer I spend behind these walls, the more I feel like a caged animal. The fact I couldn’t bring my phone with me and that Billie has strict rules regarding the house phone usage makes matters even worse as I can’t even call home to hear Fallon’s voice.

We’re each only given limited access and can only call our approved contact, in my case that contact being Andrew. I getthe reasoning behind the rules, the fear someone might say the wrong thing to the wrong person and bring her home crashing down. Even still, I’ve very nearly caved and dialed Fallon’s number instead on numerous occasions.

Fuck.

I groan as I run a hand down my face, aching to get away from this place. Needing to be back in the arms of the woman who is my entire world. My mind wanders, picturing my beautiful nymph and just what I’d do to her if she were here with me now.

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