Page 30 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Tears of mortification trickled down my face and dripped off my chin as I shook my head.
Issac’s brow arched. “No, you don’t have any tattoos, or no, you don’t want me to look?”
“Both,” I whispered, terrified that he would decide to look for himself anyway.
“Huh.” Keeping his hold on my wrists, he dropped his other hand and stepped back to rake his gaze down me. “Any piercings?”
I shook my head again.
Why he was asking me these questions, I didn’t care. I was just happy that he stopped touching me.
“Do you dye your hair?”
“No.”
“What about those glasses?” he wagged his finger at my face. “Do you need them?”
He wasn’t going to take my glasses, was he? I was practically blind without them. “Yes.”
I tried to flinch backward when he grabbed my chin and twisted my face to the left and then the right.
“You’re not wearing any makeup.”
Was that a question? “I don’t need it.”
“No, you don’t.”
Something shifted in Issac’s stare. Something that made me feel more uneasy than I already was.
“Jesus Christ, Issac,” Ravi growled. “Stop giving her the third degree and get me some fucking milk!”
I was not happy to hear Ravi’s voice. I’d be happy if I never heard any of their voices ever again. But it did give me something to use.
“You should probably help them.”
His friends were in pain. He had to care about that, right?
Issac sucked in a tsk and gave me a once-over before shoving me to the ground. “Get out of here.”
The second my hands were free, I pulled my sports bra and shirt down, covering myself up.
“Oh, and Peaches,” Issac looked down at me. “You’d better pray that you aren’t mine.”
I had no idea what that meant, and I didn’t care. I ran out of there as fast as my legs could carry me.
Issac
“That’s not milk.”
How Slater was able to see anything was beyond me. The guy looked like he got punched in the face twenty times, after which he dunked his head in a vat of vinegar mixed with salt, and poked his eyeballs until they were red. Levi’s vomit on the table looked better than he did. And when I handed him a bottle of water, his first reaction was to complain.
I sighed down at him. “Do you want it or not?”
“Quit being a little bitch and take the damn water,” Ravi barked at him.
He was taking this shit a lot better than his brother. Ravi’s eyes were less swollen than Slater’s and he got sprayed directly. Apparently, they weren’t identical in every way after all. Then again, Ravi may have decided to use pepper spray as lube one day because he was fucking bored. Sick son of a bitch.
“Fuck you.” Slater lifted his head and sneered at his brother, making me grimace. An expression should not look that painful. “I asked for milk, not water.”
