Page 41 of Distorted Obsession

Where the fuck is your voice, Evie Rose?I hear Farrah’s demand in my head. She’d be so pissed that I’m frozen stupid, allowing anyone to talk about me or my friends this way.

“My girl, go suck out yuh maddah.” Camiel’s accent is heavy as the rage in her builds. “Mi promise, yuh nuh wan mi fi come out ah dah chair yah because is ah fuck lick yuh ah get if mi git up.”

Before Portia can utter another word, Jade slams into her shoulder, knocking her back into her seat.

Understanding that this is the beginning, I find my voice. “Let’s just go. We’re done anyway,” I murmur, once again too afraid to defend myself.

I don’t know what happened to the girl who would start wars for less. She must have died with Farrah.

They all try to argue, but I can’t. Mentally, I just can’t. I need out of my skin.

Standing, I pull my hood over my head, using it as a buffer as I stride for the door.

I hear Portia’s cackle as I exit the food court. “That’s right bitch, run, it’s what you’re good at. You ran from your best friend too, didn’t you? That’s why she’s dead.”

Pain… pain lancing my heart. That was a direct hit. I can’t even question how the fuck she’d have that information.

Clutching my chest, I push the door open and suck in a lung full of air, allowing it to wash over me before I wrap myself in a cocoon.

This shit has got to stop. I won’t make it past a month if I don’t find a way to at least tread water.

I knock into someone, but I don’t stop and look. I mumble my apologies. Even when a familiar scent hits my nose. I’m too focused on running to care or try to place it.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I shoot off a quick text. It’s time to make some changes.

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portia

“Canyou believe the look on her face?” I snicker, talking to Sarah as we leave the food court. “Tell me one of you bitches got it on video.”

Tricia hands me her phone. I hit play, watching in rapt attention. I cackle the moment Eva runs from the food court with her tail stuck up her ass. High saditty bitch. I bet she’ll remember who runs shit now.

“She deserves so much worse,” Candace seethes, and I drink the last of my fruit punch.Victories deserve celebrations.

Smirking, I roll my eyes and taunt, “Does Candace still have her pussy in a vice because Farrah never let you fuck her?”

“Fuck off, Portia. At least I’m not community pussy to get an ounce of the Jacobis’ attention,” she snarks back. “How’s that working out for you?”

My left eye imperceptibly twitches. It’s the only outward indication that her words hit a sore spot. I’ve had my sights on Colter and Cooper since my first year at Groveton, but I still can’t get past being a random hole when they want to fill one.

“At least they’re alive,” I snap. “Do you want me to dig Farrah up for you? I’m sure dirt pussy is all the rave these days.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”

The blood in my veins turns to ice at the sound of Colter’s voice. I don’t miss the glee on Candace’s. The bitch knew they were behind me.

Narrowing my gaze on her, I silently promise retribution before I spin and face them. Nothing like stuffing her cunt with soil so she can be closer to her pathetic dead obsession.

“Coop, Colt, how long have you?—”

I’m cut off by the death stare they both give me. “Repeat what the fuck you just said, Portia.” This time, it’s an order. The Jacobis won’t let anyone move until I speak up.

“Um… I...” I pause, trying to think of something, but there’s nothing. Slumping my shoulders, I concede, “I was just…”

“Just what? You stupid cunt,” Colter seethes.

I take four steps back as they both step closer.

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