That one word broke me.
It was all too much.
My life.
Those girls.
My father.
And in the middle of it all, I could only see him.
This boy.
27Keep the Head
JOHNNY
What possessed me to bring Shannon to Biddies, I would never fully understand, but she was here now, and looking more upset than when I’d found her throwing her guts up at school an hour ago.
I was upset, too, trying to mask my fury but close to killing someone. Genuinely. Truly.
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Shannon was petrified of these girls. Her body was shaking.
Shaking.
Which was why she was currently tucked into my side with my arm wrapped tightly around her frail shoulders.
I knew I was stepping over serious lines here, but I refused to let her run from these fuckers. I knew I shouldn’t be touching her, but how the hell could I not? How could I just leave her sitting there, looking so frightened and unsure?
I couldn’t.
To be honest, it was a good thing she was touching me because I was about two seconds away from blowing a head gasket and getting my ass thrown in the barracks.
This wasn’t me.
I wasn’t a reactor.
I thought shit through.
Not when it comes to this girl…
The blond in the BCS uniform across the lounge caught my eye again and smiled. I met her smile with a cold hard glare and reveled in a sick sort of pleasure when her smile slipped away and fear filled her eyes.
Be fucking frightened, I thought to myself. You have no idea of who you’re messing with.
I could ruin these people.
I wanted to.
Every cell in my brain was projecting nothing but rage and vengeance, demanding I take back what they took from Shannon.
Take their pride like they took hers. Scare them like they scared her. Inflict pain on them like they tortured her.
I could taste my anger. It was fucking potent.
Dammit, I needed to get a handle on myself, but every time I tried, I just kept thinking about her file.