Page 131 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
In the morning, I could talk to mom. She should have a few good ideas for revenge. She was that girl in high school. Never thought I’d be asking my prom queen mother for tips on how to be cruel.
How the mighty have fallen. But I was so out of my depth. I had no clue how to handle guys like Issac. I could barely say hi to the outcast guy in the corner that no one wanted to talk to. At least with him I wouldn’t be hiding under the bed like a scared little girl.
Shimmying along the floor on my back, I started slipping out from my hiding spot.
A sudden flash blinded me as the hum of restored power rolled through the house. I never thought the sound of a refrigerator would be comforting, but it was. That is, until I blinked away the white spots blurring my vision.
Standing on the floor, no more than an inch away from my head, were the toes of two black boots.
Shit.
My heart dropped as my eyes rolled up the legs of a tall figure to a familiar black faceless mask.
Issac tipped his head down at me. “What were you going to charge me with?”
“Um…” I froze where I was with my back on the floor and one hand gripping the bottom edge of the bedframe. “Breaking and entering?”
My eyes shifted over to my bag lying on the bedside table. Could I make it? It wasn’t far, but Issac was abnormally fast.
“Your pepper spray isn’t in there.”
Damnit. I should’ve seen that one coming. “Any chance you’ve had your fun and will leave now?”
I could sense Issac’s brow arch behind the mask. “What do you think?”
Yeah, that was wishful thinking. “What do you want?”
He already scared me. Did he want me to scream or cry? I could do that. If that were what it took for him to leave, I would scream my lungs out.
“I want to break you.”
Okay, I wasn’t expecting that, nor did I know what it meant. I highly doubted he meant in the physical sense. “Good luck with that.”
“Oh, it’ll happen,” Issac insisted. “Everybody breaks, Peaches. But when someone like you breaks, you crumble. The stronger the will, the harder the fall.”
The determination in his statement sent a chill up my spine. It might’ve been easier to give in, but I was not going to bend to anyone’s will. I didn’t care who they were. If Issac wanted to break me, then he would have to drag me out from under the bed.
My arm tightened as I moved to pull myself back into my hiding spot, but Issac was faster. His hand shot down, fingers twisting in my hair before I could move an inch.
I was roughly yanked out and pulled up.
Pain coursed through my mind, washing away everything except the scream of my scalp. I’d never felt anything like it. That horrible ache consumed me. I couldn’t feel anything else but his hold on my hair. I didn’t even know I was screaming until a tear rolled down my cheek and onto my tongue.
Issac growled something that was muffled by the searing curtain of agony taking over my senses. Then he let go of my hair, and I felt myself flying through the air. I was too relieved to be free of Issac’s grip that I didn’t care that he had thrown me. That is, until I bounced off the soft mattress.
I didn’t have time to worry about what was happening. Issac crawled over me so quickly that I wasn’t sure if I landed on the bed first or if he pulled me down. It all happened so fast, it was a blur. One second, I was going back under the bed, and the next, I was on it, staring up at the black nothingness of Issac’s mask. That’s when I remembered the wooden spoon still in my hand.
I didn’t hesitate. I swung as hard and fast as I could, hitting him on the back of the head, shoulder, and chin before either one of us had time to blink.
“Son of a bitch,” he hissed as the spoon smacked off his mask.
I didn’t stop. I kept hitting him. There wasn’t any particular place I was aiming for, I simply swung my weapon and hoped for the best. Issac was fast, but I was mad. Never underestimate the determination of a pissed off woman.
Every time he reached out to grab my arm, I slapped him on the hand. It didn’t prevent him from stopping me, but it did give me time to land a couple of good hits. One of which knocked his mask off.
Unfortunately, I didn’t get to slap his face. Issac grabbed my wrist before I could do that and tore the spoon out of my grip.
“You think you’re fucking cute?” He chucked the spoon across the room—I heard it hit a wall. “You’ll pay for that.”
