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Story: Rebel Revenge
It moved, but the door didn’t fly open the way I expected it to.
Caleb patted his dashboard affectionately when I frantically tried the other side. “Child locks are so handy, aren’t they? Good for keeping small children safe. Good for keeping little whores safe too, apparently.”
I ignored him, lying back on the seat and kicking at the window instead.
I tried again when it didn’t break, but it took all the energy I had.
It produced zero result. How freaking hard could it be to break a car window, for Christ’s sakes?
“Don’t bother. You’ve got so many drugs in your system right now your kicks are like the pitter-patter of butterfly wings on the glass. You’re only exhausting yourself. We’re here now anyway.”
He parked the car, and I tried to sit up but found my limbs were really not paying attention to my brain. I was barely half upright when he yanked open the door from outside and dragged me out by my arm.
I peered up at the big house, not drugged enough not to recognize my own home. “How courteous of you to drive me home.” My tongue felt twice the size it normally was, and I was sure it wasn’t just the ringing in my head that slurred my words.
Motherfucker had seriously drugged me with something.
Either that or I had the concussion from Hell from where he’d smacked me in the head in order to get me out of his house and into his car.
He dragged me from the car parked in the driveway to the big house I’d moved myself into. I fought him every step, but it was like my body was surrounded by molasses. Every step felt like it was happening in slow motion.
“What’s the code?” he demanded.
I knew it. Even with drugs in my system and a ringing headache, I still remembered the simple four-digit password. But over my dead body was I going to tell him. This was my damn house. Whatever he was going to do to me, he could do it somewhere else. He wasn’t taking away the one place I felt safe. He’d already tainted Psychos. He wasn’t having this place too.
“Tell me, bitch.”
I muttered out the wrong numbers, stalling, buying time.
Fang would come. He’d bring the others. I just had to stay awake long enough for them to get here. I smiled at the thought of them finding Caleb and drowning him in the pool.
A giggle slipped out.
Caleb stared down at me. “Are you fucking laughing right now?”
I didn’t see any point in sparing his feelings. “Yep. Just thinking about how Fang and Vaughn and Kian are going to drown you in the pool. Can you swim? Won’t matter. They won’t let you live after this.”
He stared down at me, then his eyes narrowed. The smile that spread across his face was so chilling it registered even through my drug-addled brain.
His fingers tightened. “Great idea.”
He dragged me around the side of the house to the back while I tried to stay on feet that kept slipping out from beneath me. I tried to shout for help, hoping Sasha was home to hear, but he backhanded me again.
Blood seeped from my split lip, tangy on my tongue. My head rang, and I couldn’t keep up. My feet stopped cooperating and gave in.
Caleb’s phone rang halfway across the yard, and he dumped me unceremoniously on the ground as he fished his cell from the pants of his costume.
From my fetal position, I stared up at him answering the phone like he was at a business meeting. No care given to the fact he’d just abducted and drugged me.
“Vaughn! Old friend. Are you enjoying the party?”
I tried to lift my head. Vaughn? Why was Vaughn calling Caleb?
Caleb shoved a hand into his pocket. “You’ll what, Vaughn? Run off to California again?”
California?
Something that felt a lot like longing and disappointment wrapped its way around me. I didn’t want Vaughn going back to California.
Caleb patted his dashboard affectionately when I frantically tried the other side. “Child locks are so handy, aren’t they? Good for keeping small children safe. Good for keeping little whores safe too, apparently.”
I ignored him, lying back on the seat and kicking at the window instead.
I tried again when it didn’t break, but it took all the energy I had.
It produced zero result. How freaking hard could it be to break a car window, for Christ’s sakes?
“Don’t bother. You’ve got so many drugs in your system right now your kicks are like the pitter-patter of butterfly wings on the glass. You’re only exhausting yourself. We’re here now anyway.”
He parked the car, and I tried to sit up but found my limbs were really not paying attention to my brain. I was barely half upright when he yanked open the door from outside and dragged me out by my arm.
I peered up at the big house, not drugged enough not to recognize my own home. “How courteous of you to drive me home.” My tongue felt twice the size it normally was, and I was sure it wasn’t just the ringing in my head that slurred my words.
Motherfucker had seriously drugged me with something.
Either that or I had the concussion from Hell from where he’d smacked me in the head in order to get me out of his house and into his car.
He dragged me from the car parked in the driveway to the big house I’d moved myself into. I fought him every step, but it was like my body was surrounded by molasses. Every step felt like it was happening in slow motion.
“What’s the code?” he demanded.
I knew it. Even with drugs in my system and a ringing headache, I still remembered the simple four-digit password. But over my dead body was I going to tell him. This was my damn house. Whatever he was going to do to me, he could do it somewhere else. He wasn’t taking away the one place I felt safe. He’d already tainted Psychos. He wasn’t having this place too.
“Tell me, bitch.”
I muttered out the wrong numbers, stalling, buying time.
Fang would come. He’d bring the others. I just had to stay awake long enough for them to get here. I smiled at the thought of them finding Caleb and drowning him in the pool.
A giggle slipped out.
Caleb stared down at me. “Are you fucking laughing right now?”
I didn’t see any point in sparing his feelings. “Yep. Just thinking about how Fang and Vaughn and Kian are going to drown you in the pool. Can you swim? Won’t matter. They won’t let you live after this.”
He stared down at me, then his eyes narrowed. The smile that spread across his face was so chilling it registered even through my drug-addled brain.
His fingers tightened. “Great idea.”
He dragged me around the side of the house to the back while I tried to stay on feet that kept slipping out from beneath me. I tried to shout for help, hoping Sasha was home to hear, but he backhanded me again.
Blood seeped from my split lip, tangy on my tongue. My head rang, and I couldn’t keep up. My feet stopped cooperating and gave in.
Caleb’s phone rang halfway across the yard, and he dumped me unceremoniously on the ground as he fished his cell from the pants of his costume.
From my fetal position, I stared up at him answering the phone like he was at a business meeting. No care given to the fact he’d just abducted and drugged me.
“Vaughn! Old friend. Are you enjoying the party?”
I tried to lift my head. Vaughn? Why was Vaughn calling Caleb?
Caleb shoved a hand into his pocket. “You’ll what, Vaughn? Run off to California again?”
California?
Something that felt a lot like longing and disappointment wrapped its way around me. I didn’t want Vaughn going back to California.
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