“Get. The fuck. Up.” He snaps again, reaching down and hoisting me abruptly up.
It makes me laugh as I come face to face with him.
“I said it just to piss you off because I know you can’t.”
Stepping into me, he laughs again. “When the time comes. I’ll be the one who deals with you.”
“Aw, you’ve got a crush.” I continue to goad him.
“You’re a cunt.” He grunts at me.
“I’m aware.” Whispering back to him as I move towards the door.
I’m yanked back, and my body slams into his. He holds me in place, flush against his body, his hand pressing against my stomach. “You think you’re untouchable because of who your family is, but I have news for you.” He pauses as his right arm snakes around me. And I can see the barrel of his rifle as it points to the side.
I pace my breathing, doing my best to ease my anxiety.
His breath is heavy on my ear as he starts again. “No one’s untouchable.” The barrel slides between my thighs.
I can’t stop the wicked smirk.
Thrusting my head backwards, I can hear the crunch as it makes contact, and he yelps out. Gripping the barrel and twisting his hand until he screams. Gripping the gun, I shove it backwards, landing the butt of the gun directly on the dick.
“Fuck,” he coughs out, doubling over as I step in front of him with the barrel now pointing at him.
“Ya know, you can have a crush on someone without trying toassault them.”
“You bitch.” He coughs again.
“Oh, and by the way, I don’t think I’m untouchable. But what growing up in my family taught me is that the worst mistake you can make is to underestimate someone.”
When he looks up at me this time, he smiles.
Forcing myself to remain still as the cold metal presses against the base of my skull.
The fucking irony.
“Drop the gun.” The man from earlier tells me close to my ear. I can feel the cool metal graze my ear, just to let me know it’s there.
“No.”
“Drew, I don’t want to do it, but I will if you give me no other choice.”
“He was trying to —”
“Have a little sympathy for him; realize he’s used to having free-range here.”
“What?” I gasp out, the gun slipping from my fingers. Remembering the cells, the girl’s eyes as she looked out, begging me to help.
The laughter echoes in my ear. “Finally realizing where you’re at? A smart girl like you thought you would have put it all together before now.” Reaching around me, he grips hold of the rifle. “Ya know, depending on how you act here, maybe we’ll justkeep your friend alive, but we’ll get a better use out of her.” I don’t want to let it go, but I’m not sure what choice I have in the matter.
“You’re fucking sick.”
“You know what happens when you’re treated like an animal for 20 years?” The old man leans into me so close I can smell his breath. “You become one.”
Reaching behind me, I hear Matthews grumble as he hands the gun back to him.
“Now move.” He tells me, pressing the barrel back into my back.
