Page 6 of Wee, wee, wee, as you burn
“What are you smiling about, pig?” Clara spits, pushing me into his truck. Harsh metal stabs into my back, and I cry out in pain as she wraps her hand around my hair, pulling it.
“Hold her still,” she orders the others as I try to get out of her hold, but the glint of metal has me freezing while Donna and June press me harder against the metal running board. The metal digging painfully into my back.
“You think he wants you over me? Let’s see how much he likes you after this,” she growls as the snap of scissors has me thrashing against them.
“No, get off me!” I yell, and she laughs as I hear and feel the sharp blade glide through my thick locks as droplets of my hair fly around us. Tears fall down my face with every snap of the shears. I scream for help, but all they do is laugh and continue to cut my hair.
“Hey, hey!” a masculine voice yells out. “Get the fuck off her,” he yells again. As Clara spits in my face.
“This is just the beginning, little piglet. I’m coming for you,” she growls as Vaughn and Reggie pull the girls off me. Wiping my face, he spins on her, blocking my view.
“Get the fuck out of here! Now!” he yells, and she scampers away like a little rat. I bend down and pick up my phone, thanking God the screen isn’t cracked. He turns back to me and cups my face. “Are you okay? I’m sorry I took so long,” he says, and I nod.
“I-I’ll be okay.” I stammer, my back feeling like it’s been ripped apart by his metal step. He looks over my face and sees what they did to my hair. He runs his fingers through what’s left as tears pour down my face. He looks over and nods for Reggie to leave. Then looks back at me.
“You are still as gorgeous as you were before you stepped out of the gates. It’s just hair. It will grow back,” he says, and I laugh.Stupid boys don’t understand.
“Can you take me home, please?” I ask, and he sighs.
“This is not what I had planned for us, baby, but if that’s what you want. I’ll take you home.” He smiles. Opening his truck door and helping me into the passenger seat. I hop in and sit, wishing those bitches hadn’t ruined my night. Now I feel bad, but I also just want to be home where I know I’m safe.
He gets in, starts her up and backs out of the spot, leaving school and heading to our neighborhood. The ride is silent, and I feel so fucking stupid. I take off his jersey as we pull up to my house and place it in his lap.
“Thanks for tonight. I wish it would’ve ended better,” I say, opening the door and hopping down. He gets out and meets me halfway, taking my hand into his and walking me to my front door.
“Hey Charlee, you didn’t have to give back the jersey. I really loved seeing you in it,” he tells me, and I smile, nodding. He steps into my space, cupping my face. “Do you think I could take you out next week? Like on a date?” He asks and I nod.
“I’d like that,” I say as he presses his lips to mine, as my front door swings open. I gasp and jump away from his embrace as the door shuts and Jeremy steps out.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” He asks, and my eyes widen as he looks at me and then Vaughn.
“Just dropping my girl off,” Vaughn responds, and I cringe, wanting to run inside and hide.
“Is that so?” Jeremy asks, and Vaughn nods, waving to me and then turning to leave when Jeremy grabs him and slams him against the house.
Oh, shit!
“Word of advice, son, don’t claim what’s not yours, and if I see you around here again, I’ll kick your dick in.” He spits and lets him go. Vaughn's eyes widen, and he runs for his truck. Once he pulls off, Jeremy spins on me with rage in his eyes.
“Come with me. Now!” he orders, gripping my arm and pulling me around to the side of the house, pressing me against the siding, caging me in.
“Jer, let me explain,” I stammer out, but he places a finger over my lips.
“I don’t ever, fucking ever, want to see another man touching you!” He growls, running his finger along my jaw over my breast and down my rib cage. My breathing hitches when he slides his hand into my pants under my panties flicking my clit.
“Jer,” I pant as he sinks a finger inside me and uses his thumb to rub tight circles around me.
“No, Sky. Seeing that boy with his hands all over you, made me crazy. You’re mine. Not his. Do you understand me?” he snaps, as his fingers work me over to the point my legs are trembling.
“Shit, Jer, I-I nee—” but he interrupts.
“I know what you need, I’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good—a writhing mess on my fingers,” he groans, biting down on my jaw. “You make me feral, Sky. When I’m not with you. You are all I think about. I want you with me every day, baby.” He admits, making my heart skip a beat, as my hips roll against him.
“Oh, god. You feel so good, Jer.” I whimper as he bends a little, biting my hard nipple through my tank top.
“Goddamn baby. You’re so fucking wet. Do you want me?” he asks, and I whimper.
“Yes, Jer. I want you so fucking bad,” I whine.
