Page 21 of That Pucking New Girl

“Freak,” she mutters.

I can feel my hair being wrapped around this person’s fist and catch a glimpse of her pert little nose and snarled lips.

“She doesn’t care about your name,” the girl states with a giggle, her brown hair sliding forward to brush against my cheek. “You’re in deep shit, Moo.”

Ah, wonderful. Alastair is a dick. I won’t forget this anytime soon.

“I’m not responding to that name,” I grit out. My nerves are strangely calm, despite the danger surrounding me.

There aren’t alarms in my mind, my heart monitor isn’t screaming, and I’m just waiting to see what comes next. I know I won’t be able to change the outcome much, but maybe I can make them hurt just a little.

The small things matter here.

“You need to stop fucking with my stepbrother,” the girl beside me says, ripping open my white shirt. “You’re ugly, skinny, and… What the fuck is this?”

“Ah!” I yell, waving my arm in her direction to smack her as she rips the tape off my heart monitor and tosses it all away. The monitor skitters over the picnic table before dropping off. It’s harder than you’d expect to hit someone when your back is bowed back.

“Was that a chip? Are you a dog that goes missing?” the brunette behind me giggles. She makes barking noises as she drags the knife down my neck and slices through my bra.

“I’m not into girls,” I murmur, my hand wrapping around the taser. I’m not willing to lose the element of surprise, and things aren’t too awful yet. I need to bide my time. “I think you’re the one barking up the wrong tree.”

I’ve survived worse. I’ll survive these bitches too. The quiet thud of my heartbeat is what I hold on to for now, a reminder I’m alive.

“I’m not here to fuck you,” Alastair’s sister says. I can hear the click of something as she opens it and I strain my neck to see that she has something in her hand that was in a cage previously.

Ugh, gross.

“I need you to understand that you’re not welcome here,” she croons. The girl lifts her hand, and I clamp my lips together as I shake my head.

“I’m going to cut you, stupid,” the girl behind me hisses. I can already feel the blood droplets sliding down my skin. An extra scar here and there won’t kill me.

However, I don’t know what Alastair’s little minion has in her hand, and that feels more sinister to me. My thumb pushes the button up on the taser to turn it on, and my mind goes blank as the blonde girl cruelly pinches my nostrils shut.

“Be a good girl and open your mouth,” she says, snarling.

Making a disturbed sound, I continue to keep my mouth shut while another girl comes forward to try to pry my lips open. I’m struggling too hard, moving too much, and my oxygen intake isn’t great on a good day.

Before long, I gasp in a breath and fingers pry my mouth open while I scream. I’m no longer interested in keeping this quiet. I can feel the panic of an animal’s webbed feet as it’s shoved into my mouth, and then multiple hands push my jaw shut.

There’s a live thing in my mouth! I don’t know what the fuck it is but bile rises in my throat as I shove the taser into someone’s naked thigh. The best thing about these knee high socks is it gives me a good place to attack.

All I know is I need this thing out of my mouth, and I choke on the saliva filling my mouth as it fights to get out. My roots ache as hair is ripped out of my head as I fight, and time moves in a weird way.

The thing in my mouth tries to escape and jump as I scratch, hit, and fight against the hands holding me. I vaguely wonder at the piercing shriek inside of me. It doesn’t belong to me, and I want to spit it out even more now. The animal in my mouth is panicked, which is making me freak out even more.

Tears of fury and indignation spill from the corners of my eyes, and a pair of hands release me as the taser makes her scream as I zap her.

I shove the taser into the next girl’s thigh behind me, and I fall backward as she releases me. Turning so I’m on all fours, I scream as I try to spit out what I think might be a fucking frog. It finally makes its way out, and my stomach heaves.

Oh my god, it is a frog! It jumps away, horrifying me even more as my stomach rebels. Projectile vomiting, I cough as I gasp and shudder. My protein bar tastes terrible coming back up.

“For fuck’s sake, I’m just getting started,” the blonde snorts, her fist on her hip. “Don’t get any puke on yourselves, girls. We still have classes after this.”

Several girls grab my hair and legs, lifting me up to get free of my vomit. One of them kicks the taser away from me, and I’m thrown to the ground. Knowing this is going to hurt, I try to make myself small, curling up into a ball.

The first kick between my legs makes my body jolt, and then I’m getting beaten with fists, backpacks, and getting stomped on. As much as I try to protect my head and neck, these girls are merciless and have a thing for my hair.

A hand wraps around my long tresses and pulls back on it, while a foot slams into my throat, making me choke on a scream. My vision is finally getting blurry and darkening, and I’m grateful for it. Getting beat the fuck up is never a fun experience, but I think this is one of the worst beatings I’ve ever had.