by B C Morgan
He picks me up bridal style, before lowering me onto the chair. This location is rather confusing until he pushes my skirt up and around my waist and lays my legs on either arm of the chair. I’m bared to him, the only thing keeping me covered is my lace knickers.
I buck up from the chair as he closes his mouth over my mound with my knickers still in place. My stomach is pooling with desire and when he hooks a finger around the lace to remove the barrier it creates, I feel his knuckle brush against my clit and I moan louder than I intended.
“Someone will hear us if you don’t keep it down,” he says, grinning wolfishly as his tongue thrusts inside me and he flicks at my clit.
I can’t think, I doubt I could even form a coherent sentence right now it’s so intense that I have my eyes squeezed closed while I bite down on my fist.
I moan deep when he pulls away and I’m faintly aware of the sound of a condom wrapper being torn. In one swift moment he pushes inside me and places my knees over his shoulders on either side of his head.
It’s an awkward position until he pulls me down from the chair and onto the thick, shag pile rug. This position is so intense, I can feel him everywhere and he’s hitting every spot I have. It won’t take long for me to lose my mind and now he’s going to be right there with me when I do.
By the time it comes around for dinner, I’ve finally figured out a way to give Octavia everything she deserves. It won’t even take a lot of planning on my part, although I wish I could do to her what I did the Chelsea. She had to have a pixie cut in the end just to get rid of the glue and the left side of the hair had to be shaved off. She dyed over the grey pretty quickly, but her skin remained stained for two weeks. It took her almost that long to figure out it was her soap. I’m going to look back at this and smile for a very long time.
No, this will be more direct and none of the little things in between. It’s just me and her and I’m about to ruin her with honesty.
I find her coming out of advanced building, let’s get this show on the road.
“Hello Avi,” I say, a cold, calculating smile spreading across my face.
“What do you want sket, come to beg for your boyfriend back? Sorry but it’s not going to happen, especially with the way he moves between the sheets, fucking yum,” she says with a smirk and all I want to do is slam my fist into her face, but not yet.
“Why did you take photos of my beaten body, did you want to make sure the memory lasted?” I’m calm and collected on the outside, even if inside I’m boiling away like an overdue volcano.
“Honey, we took a video as well. It’s the perfect way to get myself hot, I watch it every time Amias is due to come over.”
Damn, she is sick in the head. Who in their right mind would get off on something like that?
“Why did you do it?” I ask, making my voice tremble slightly, letting her think I’m starting to feel scared.
“Because you’re you, this annoying little miss perfect. Even though we both know you’re not, you’ve got a record for fuck sake and yet you get the guys and have everyone watching your next move. You act like you shit diamonds and you’re better than us, but you’re not. You break easy and next time, I’ll do more than break you. I’ll fucking end you.”
Her fist connects with my face and that’s all I need to drive mine into her stomach before pulling her head down onto my knee. I hear the crunch as her nose splits open and floods with blood.
“Touch me again and I’ll do a lot worse than break your nose, don’t mess with me again.”
I’m walking away and I have everything I need, but if I can get a copy of that video then I can destroy them all.
It’s been nearly a month since I trapped Octavia and now things are coming to a head. Prom is being held two weeks before we leave and it’s the perfect place to show everyone just what kind of person Octavia really is. I don’t care what the students think, but the teachers will have to do something with the amount of evidence I have against her.
I’m wearing a figure-hugging black cocktail dress, with a lace overlay. Half of my hair is up in a fancy french plait while the rest is loosely curled and falling down past my shoulders. My makeup is light, a gold shimmer on my lids with a black line across the top and bottom and just a brush of mascara. I’m really looking forward to tonight and come tomorrow, I’m going to tell everyone what I did to Rebecca. No more hiding and waiting for the countdown to end, I’m ripping off the plaster and getting it over with.
Noah and Elijah arrive at my door together and I slip a hand in each of their arms. It doesn’t feel weird to kiss them one after another or even in front of them, sharing me really doesn’t faze them in the least. At least it doesn’t seem to.
“Are you ready for our last dance as school kids,” Eli asks, and I smile before stealing one more kiss and leading them to the ball. I’m ready for all of this to be over, one step at a time.
Roxie and Declan are already here and Leah and Mattias arrive just after us, my favourite people in the whole world and we all get to party as a group. The only way it could be better was if we had Amias, but I know I have to stop thinking like this. If he could get with Octavia, then clearly, he was never the guy I thought he was.
The music is thumping, and the DJ is playing a lot of slow, romantic songs. I dance with Noah and Elijah, swapping between them with each track change. We’re dancing, laughing and just having fun. The atmosphere changes a little as Octavia saunters in, her nose now fully healed. It’s weird to see her entering alone, but her smile shows that everything is perfectly fine. I can’t wait to wipe that smile right off her smug face.
I’m not going to trap her with my evidence tonight, no that is for later. All I’m going to do here, is change the way others see her I just need to wait for the right moment. I don’t want her to see it coming.
“Mind if I cut in?”
Noah stops and stares at Harrison, he looks like he wants to say no but also curious as to why he would want to dance with me. I’m wondering the same thing and I can only imagine how doe eyed I must look right now.
“Only one and I won’t bother you guys any more this evening,” he offers, his eye twitching slightly. He thinks I’m going to say no, when did I decide I wasn’t going to?
“Just one,” I say with a smile that feels more like a grimace and he takes my hand, while placing his other one on my hip.
We sway gently to the music, we don’t press together but we’re still close enough that we can hear one another over the music.
“Mattias did it, the files are gone. Your guys are safe,” he says, leaning his head close to my ear even though it isn’t necessary.
“Thank you, I appreciate it,” I say back softly while smiling up at him.
“There’s something else, while we were in there, we tried to remove yours but were kicked out of the server. I can’t access it anymore, someone else is in control,” his composure is cracking, and I can see how much it bothers him that he’s no longer in charge.
If he’s not in control of it anymore, then who is and what are they planning on doing with it?
The song ends, and he spins me out before dipping me, he smiles slightly before bringing me back up to the right position and walking away.
I’m looking around for the others when I see Amias and his eyes are on my wrist, where the crystal he got me still sits. I want to go over to him, but Octavia is already there and her hand is on his stomach and moving up to his chest, but he doesn’t look away from me.
I’m watching as he grabs her wrist and pulls her behind him, she looks at me and winks but even she looks confused when he pulls her up onto the stage and takes the DJ’s mic.
“Fellow students, for years many of you have bowed at the feet of the Shepherds, rightly named because you’re all damn sheep that follow them wherever they go. You let them treat you however they choose because they made themselves the leaders of this place.” He grabs the mic and takes it away from the booth, Hutchy is trying to
get him down but he’s refusing until he finishes what he has to say. “For the past month I’ve been letting this cheap little whore sit with me and try and lay claim to me, and the whole time I've been waiting for tonight.”
“That is enough, get away from there right now,” Hutchinson is so red in the face, it’s quite comical.
“I’m nearly done Miss, as I was saying you gave them power over you and now, I’m taking it back. Octavia will spread her legs for anyone that even looks twice her way, she kneeled and begged like a starving dog when I wouldn’t give her what she wants.”
“You are so full of yourself,” she replies, flicking her hair away from her face.
“Really, let them decide who’s telling the truth,” and with that, the projector screen falls and begins to play video after video of her begging and threatening every guy that turned her down in the last two months.
Amias never even kissed her, there’s even footage of her trying to get Mr. Cooper to sleep with her so she could get a higher grade than me. Bloody hell, I never saw this coming.
“Henleigh, I was angry and hurting but I would never move on from you that quickly and with a cheap tart like her. I told you I wasn’t going to let you go and I mean it. Whatever happens I’ll find a way to make it right, this is just the beginning,” he says this just before security arrive and lead him away, but he’s wearing the biggest smile and Octavia is racing from the ball.
Is it too late to become a fan of prom? Because my oh my, shit just got interesting. Sure, it ruined my plan but I’ve still got a couple tricks up my sleeve. My time can wait just a little longer.
I couldn’t choose between Noah and Elijah so they both came back to my room last night, we didn’t sleep together but we did touch and explore. They were very conscious of the effort not to touch each other but their hands were all over me. It was sensation overload, and I loved every minute of it.
My plan to change everyone’s perception of Octavia should also go live soon, but I’m not focusing on that at the moment. Not with Elijah teasing my nipples and Noah tasting me, oh damn revenge is nowhere near as exhilarating as this.
Half an hour later and we’re a hot sweaty mess, and the guys are finally going to leave to get changed and give me a few moments to come back down to Earth!
I check my phone once I am slightly recovered and now, I’m the one wearing the biggest grin. The emails she sent to Xavier saying how pathetic and needy Britney was and how Chelsea would always be second best to her have all been sent out along with the video of her trashing my room. How she had threatened a year eight to fill my room with the fish and guts otherwise she would smash their face in, yeah that won’t go down well. I could not have done this one without Declan, if it wasn’t for his cameras, I never would have had proof.
I can’t wait to see the outcome; I’m really looking forward to my lessons today. Even if most of them are exams, oh well I never get worked up over them. I either know it or I don’t, and I’ll pass or fail. But I won’t know until I take them.
I throw on my uniform and walk over to the canteen to grab some breakfast before heading to my first exam, I notice how Octavia isn’t sitting at the back of the room, I can’t see her anywhere. Maybe threatening that year eight has put her in deeper shit than I anticipated. Oh well, not my problem. I’m just going to clear my mind and do what I need to. After the tests are done for today, I’m going to tell everyone. They know it will be Noah first, then Elijah and then I’m telling my friends as a group. Oh yeah, nothing to worry about there. I have never felt more anxious in my life and I’ve had a gun pointed at me, how messed up is that?
Test after test, I’m mentally exhausted but I know the hardest thing is yet to come. I could wait until it gets closer, but I won’t talk myself out of it, I can’t, not this time.
I go to my room and wait for Noah to get here, I still think it’s funny that Roxie suggested pulling names out of a hat. But the guys were happy with that and it did make it easier, at least this way I didn’t have to choose between them.
He knocks at my door and lets himself in, he’s smiling at me as he takes me in sitting on the floor with my knees bent and my feet curled behind me.
“There’s my Leighbear,” he says, kissing me softly and oh so slowly.
He pulls back and takes a seat opposite me, he looks so calm and collected and I’m a nervous wreck. I can’t stop fiddling with my necklaces, just anything I can do to keep my hands busy. I’m looking anywhere but at him and my hands are shaking like a leaf.
“Henleigh, you don’t have to do this. Whatever happened, is in the past, we can leave it there if you want.”
“Just another reason why I love you, but I can’t keep running from this I have to tell you what I did,” I reply, as I tremble at the thought of him looking at me differently.
Both our phones start going off, but we silence them and turn them face down. No distractions, not for this.
I tell him about what led up to it first, with my mother and what she said to me. My voice cracks slightly but somehow, I manage to stay strong.
“There was this group that I’d avoided because we always moved so I didn’t bother to make friends, but I’d had enough. Why shouldn’t I go out and do reckless shit, my mum didn’t care what happened to me so why should I? We got higher than a kite, blowing through the weed and taking ecstasy was a big mistake and then Tom suggested going for a…”
Someone is hammering at my door, no they can wait. I need to get through this.
“He wanted to go for a drive and I didn’t think twice about agreeing, he was swerving all over the place and then he suddenly had the great idea to let me drive. I was fourteen, and I’d never driven a car before, but I had no fear or common sense in that moment. I got behind that wheel and I floored it, we had music blaring and I was going too fast. That’s when I hit her.”
The tears are falling freely again and I can’t look at him, he isn’t even saying anything and my door comes crashing open.
“Roxie what the hell?” I shout trying to rid myself of the tears but she doesn’t care.
“Girl, it’s all gone live, the whole school knows what you did.”
I can’t breathe, I’m sitting on the toilet seat with my head between my legs, but it isn’t helping. I’ve already vomited everything I ate today. It’s not fair, I wanted them to hear it from me and now everyone knows.
I can hear them talking on the other side of the door, but no one has tried to come in. I guess they are trying to figure out the best way of letting me know they’re through with me, apart from Roxie she already knew.
“I don’t care, let me in there,” Amias says, when did he get here?
“She’s freaking out thinking you’re all going to disappear now that you know, give her a few minutes,” that’s definitely Roxie.
“I don’t know what happened, she wanted to tell me so I’m going to let her finish telling me herself,” oh my sweet Noah.
“Leighbear please let me in,” his voice is so gentle, and it soothes my soul, I can never refuse him, so I open the door and he’s soon crouching in front of my knees.
“Will you tell me what happened and then I’ll tell you how I feel about it,” he says, and his face is giving nothing away, but he’s still here.
“I... hit her. She hit the windscreen and bounced off like a rag doll. I saw her hit the ground and everyone was screaming at me to drive. I wanted to stop but I was scared so I did what they said and I left her. She was broken, and I left her there to die.” My words are jumbling together, and I can feel the bile rising back up my throat, I feel so disgusted with myself.
“Who found her?” he asks, the poster boy for calm.
“I don’t know, but it wasn’t long after we left, I turned myself in the next day,” I whisper out, my throat is sore and stretched. I can’t manage much more than that right now.
“I never expected your story to be that and I’ll admit it’s a horrible thing for you to do, not just
hitting her but driving away. The thing is, you regret it and you turned yourself in, those are not the actions of a bad person. You’re still my Leighbear and I still love you.”
His words just make my tears worse I feel battered and bruised and I want it to stop and it does in a way as he cocoons me within his arms and carries me out of the bathroom.
They are all here and none of them have turned away from me, instead they’re worrying and hoping that I’ll be okay. Even Amias.
I fall asleep in Noah’s arms but as I wake up, I realise my bed has gained a few bodies in the shapes of Elijah and Amias. Roxie is lounging on my sofa with her head in Declan’s lap, the epitome of relaxed.
“Hey baby girl, how are you feeling?” she asks, her tone soft, so she doesn’t wake anyone.
“A little worse for wear but I’ll be okay, what happened?” I ask the only thing that’s in my mind, it still feels scrambled.
“The countdown just disappeared, and it was released, it didn’t just do that though. It revealed who PastFinder was, Harrison is in trouble with the guys. I had to stop Elijah and Amias from going after him,” her words fill me with a sick sense of dread, I didn’t want them to know. It was my place to either forgive or hate and I chose to forgive him.
“Do you think you can bring him here?” I ask and she hesitates before agreeing, I really hope I’m not making a huge mistake.
The guys are starting to wake up and Declan keeps staring at the door, he’s on edge and I’m right there with him. This could end badly if Roxie convinces Harrison to come here, the easiest option would be to make the guys leave but they need to hear this.
“Okay girl, we’re here. Is he going to be okay coming in?” calls Roxie from the other side of the door and the guys are looking at me with confused and wary expressions.
I’m fiddling with my necklaces as I start biting on my nails, this is going to end in a ball of fire, I can just feel it.