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They have won this battle, but they haven’t won the war.
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DAXON
Fuck,these last couple weeks have been so much fun. We have been watching on the sidelines, watching the fun everyone has had with Phoenix. The students here, tormenting her relentlessly. They push her, yell things at her, someone even left her condoms with holes in them taped to her locker. I think the note with them said something along the lines of:This will help you secure your financial future.
They have been ruthless. And she stands there with her head held high and keeps moving. She fights back.
I thought after the visit in the locker room that she was at her breaking point. I mean, we destroyed her uniform and stole her bra and panties. She literally walked the perimeter of campus to get back to the dorm. With a towel under her skirt. Knowing she was sans her panties and bra, fuck I was hard as a rock while watching her.
Even hiding from all of campus, she dealt with what we threw at her. Fuck was I wrong. She’s going to be tougher to crack than I thought.
She refuses to tell me why she’s here. Why she’s the “special case” for the scholarship. No one has ever been admitted their senior year, yet here she is.
My father still has me in the dark, too. He’s been tightlipped except for checking in to see how we are doing in taking care of the problem. Even when he has us run on little missions, he doesn’t give us any more information than what we need. Honestly, part of me is too scared to ask. He’s an asshole, a scary asshole. I don’t want to be in his crosshairs. Son or not, if I’m a problem, he will take me out.
In all of this, we have one inside piece we’re hoping brings us some answers. Honestly, I feel like a complete ass for it, but I have to do it. She will never tell us why she’s here, but maybe her doctor knows.
We have been listening in on her therapy sessions. She’s got a lot of issues. But I guess that’s expected when you find your own mother didn’t love you enough to stick around. Not to mention, your father was a cheating piece of shit who took him and the woman he was having an affair with and plunging them off a cliff. Yeah, that’s bound to give you issues.
There seems to be two ways that she unwinds. Her therapist told her to start a journal. Since then, I’ve noticed her writing more around campus. She finds little spots to hide in and she starts writing. Against a tree, in the bleachers, or close to the edge of campus. Away from people and the taunting.
Then there’s her other way. A way that I truly enjoy. She sings. Phoenix marches her beautiful ass over to the auditorium and jumps up on stage and belts out songs that could stop anyone listening in their tracks. She has the voice of an angel.
An angel who is seriously pissed off and dark as fuck, but still, she gets me hard just listening to her sing.
Which is where we are right now. Hiding in the shadows of the auditorium, watching her on the stage with her headphone on as she sings. She’s beautiful up there. So lively. So different from her normal everyday self. She’s not stiff, no frowning, and her eyes don’t look sad and lonely.
“Are you getting this?” I turn to Colt who has his phone out and is recording her up there.
“Every second,” he says as he watches, as mesmerized as me. He’s usually the quietest out of all of us, but I can tell that he wants nothing more than to slide his dick into her.
Mason groans. “Honestly, I kinda want to sit here and listen to her all day. While I rub one out.” I shoot Mason a look and he just smiles. “What? It’s hot as fuck.”
He’s not wrong. Her red hair falling around her face, her beautiful lips, her sexy body swaying to the song she sings. Everything about her is hot as fuck.
“No one knows she comes in here?” Mason turns and looks around.
“No. She has been coming here for weeks. It’s been just her the entire time.” I stare at her. Her beautiful long red hair flowing behind her as she sways to the music. Her eyes are closed, lost in her own world. “I also may have convinced the music teacher to move her after school activities.”
Colt looks at me. “Damn, Dax. Power play.”
“Not a power play. Just don’t want to interrupt her flow. I need to know what makes her tick. What better way to get to know someone when they don’t know you’re watching?”
“Well, she sure as shit isn’t putting up with the shit we keep throwing at her. I feel like we’re spinning our wheels.” Colt watches her closely. Studying every one of her movements, like he is engraining them to his memory.
Phoenix stops singing and takes a deep breath. She looks up at the ceiling and rafters. She closes her eyes, and her mouth pouts. I think I hear a small sob, but it’s covered up by a clearing of her throat. Quickly, she steels her features and grabs her bag, heading outside.
“Let’s go.” I tilt my head. We quietly slip out of the building and stay back just far enough to be hidden. She heads to the northwest corner of the campus, past the pool and gym, to a small section of trees that heads out towards a lake off the campus.
She finds a tree right at the edge so that she can look out at the lake. She is a good distance away from the lake, and after the pool incident, I’m guessing she isn’t a fan of large bodies of water. Most students get as close as they can to the lake, while she keeps it at a distance.
She pulls out her notebook and just stares at the lake. The guys and I hang back, all taking place behind a tree.
Brushing her hair out of her face, she begins to shake her head. “I don’t fit here, Mom.” She pauses and tilts her head back against the tree, and I can see she has her eyes closed. “I don’t understand it. I didn’t choose this. This school, this torment, none of this would have happened if you would have just talked to me. Told me what was going on in that head of yours. And why?”
She bows her head in her hands.