Page 10 of Beautiful Revenge

Fourteen Years Old…

“Stop fighting me!”he screams at me, and I spit in his face.

“Fuck you!” I sneer, and he growls at me.

“Goddamnit, girl. You’re pissing me off,” he says.

I laugh hysterically at him as I lift my knee to smash it into his nuts. “Good.”

He pulls away from me to escape my knee before pushing me harder against the wall.

We struggle for a few more minutes as he tries to steal my purse, but he picked the wrong bitch. I may be fourteen, but I was forged in my own hell.

Lifting my knee between us again, I force it into his dick so hard he pales and falls to the ground, howling in pain, and I laugh.

I laugh so hard it hurts, but I don’t stop. I push his shoulder with my foot while he cups his pathetic dick, then swing my foot into his nose as blood sprays everywhere.

God, I love the fight he’s putting up. I needed this more than I knew.

I pull my leg back, kicking him in the ribs, and the cracking sound vibrates through me, making me almost gleeful.

“You picked the wrong girl, asshole. You think because I’m young that you could get away with it?” I ask, kicking him repeatedly. “I’ve been through more hell in this life than you can even imagine,” I hiss.

“Brie!” I hear Dylan holler for me, and wince.

“Where the fuck are you, princess?” Devon shouts, his protectiveness knowing no limits.

“I’m fine!” I holler back, then want to bang my head against the wall for bringing them this way. They’re going to lose their shit when they see this.

Devon is the one to come around the corner first, his eyes widening when he takes in the scene before him as Dylan rounds the corner after him.

You know, I don’t make a habit of leaving my house unless I’m going to theirs, but maybe I need to. At least if more shit like this happened, I could channel my dark hatred into someone or something.

“What the fuck, Brie?” Dylan curses, and it still brings a smile to my face. He’s such a gentle person, so his swearing is always adorable to witness.

“I’m fine,” I state, shrugging my shoulder as the dude on the ground groans, spitting blood.

“You twisted bitch!” he hisses, grabbing his ribs and his nose while trying to stand.

I snort. “Says the middle-aged asshole who tried to rob a fourteen-year-old girl. Priorities, dude.”

“He fucking WHAT?” Dev comes beside me, looking me over before turning to the guy trying to get up. In one swift move, he kicks the dude in the chin, sending him flying.

“Brie! Are you okay?” Dyl asks, pulling me into his arms, and I roll my eyes.

“Uh, yeah. I’m not the one on the ground bleeding, so I’d say I’m perfectly fine,” I retort, and he narrows his eyes at me.

“You’re colder than normal today. What’s wrong?” he asks, always observant of my shit. He needs to stop it.

“Nothing, I’m fine.” I swing my eyes to Dev before raising an eyebrow. “Don’t you have some bimbos to get back to?”

He smirks at me, and I kind of hate him for how hot he looks. I hate how he makes me feel things in areas I’d rather never be touched ever again, if I can help it. And I will help it. I will stop them from hurting me one day.

“Are you jealous, princess?” he taunts, moving toward me until I’m backed against the building again.

“Why would I be jealous?” I snort, not missing the flash of hurt in his eyes. Now I just feel like a dick.

I know they love me. I do. I also know we’ve been in some sort of balancing act for years, waiting for whatever this is supposed to be, but aside from those brief kisses the night my father beat me, they haven’t touched me. At least, not anything outside of cuddling.

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