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The walk back to our rooms was quiet, neither of us mentioning what had happened. He dropped me at my room first, stopping and looking into my eyes for a
moment, before gliding his hand slowly down my cheek.
"Get some rest, Little Psycho." I just blinked back stupidly, unable to create words in the moment. He walked away, locking the door behind him and leaving me to my thoughts.
Did that seriously just happen?!
March 19
Late Morning
Lennox
I was nervous when the guys invited me to breakfast. I felt my stomach drop when I saw Calev, and made a conscious effort not to think about what happened. I didn’t want Tristan reading my thoughts. Especially if Calev hadn’t said anything, and judging by the normal looks on their faces, he hadn’t. I felt conflicted at that realization. On one hand it was nobody’s business, but on the other was he embarrassed? It doesn’t matter. All we did was kiss, it’s no big deal. Still, I could have sworn that there was something building between us, but this is Calev after all, he was the king of the resting dick face. So why did it bother me that Calev didn’t act differently towards me this morning, especially after our incident at the pool? Not that I expected flowers and sunshine from the broody, winged Adonis, but this was torture.
The main issue I had, was that I didn’t know how to feel. Part of me kept holding back because I didn't want to be seen as a charity case to the guys… the lonely, bullied girl who nobody wants, so they feel bad and take me under their wings. Literally, in Calev’s case, I guess. Honestly, I knew they were here because of what I was. But I also wanted them to want me for who I was, to return my interest in them. It was a continuing conflict in my head, making me wonder if I liked them because they were nice to me, if I liked them for who they were, or if I even knew enough about them at this point to really decide. It would be a lie to pick just one answer. And it seemed to me that my siren had already made up her mind, if that little display in the pool was any indication. I liked them all for different reasons, and having multiple boyfriends wasn’t exactly the norm, but they all seemed to feel the same. I just needed to get over it and see where this life took us.
Not really up to being social, I grabbed my backpack and slipped out of my room, leaving my new shadows behind. Everyone was still getting ready for classes, so I had the halls to myself for the moment.
My footsteps echoed in the hall as I slowly walked toward the cafeteria. A slow trickle of students started to pop up as I got closer, but before I could turn the corner, I was grabbed from behind and yanked into a classroom, the door slamming closed behind me. I fought and thrashed against the strong hold behind me, cursing and trying to pull out of their grip.
"Fucking tie her up," Clara demanded from behind me. Icy fear ran through me at the sound, knowing that whatever they had planned wasn't going to be wholesome.
"Help!" I screamed as loudly as I could, before a piece of thick tape was slapped over my mouth. I continued to scream, but the tape muffled it, making it pointless. My arms were forced behind my back and tied together, then my legs, before I was forced to my feet. I was no match for Alistair’s strength.
"Oh look, now you can't yell for help. We could do absolutely anything to you, and you'd have no choice but to take it. Who knew I liked my women so submissive?" Alistair whispered in my ear, his hot breath making my stomach roll. A tear ran down my cheek, unable to stop it as I fought against the hands roaming over my curves, touching me in places he had no right to touch. I mentally screamed with all my might, hoping that Tristan would be listening in on my thoughts. I know he’d done it before, and I prayed that he was doing it again, or at least would be some time today.
"Ew, stop. You don't want any part of that whore," Clara said, looking uncomfortable. "This classroom was closed for renovation, so good luck being found any time soon. You can learn what it really means to be lonely." Alistair let out a sigh, before pulling me over to a chair and securing more rope over me. When he leaned in and sniffed my neck, Clara’s face contorted into a sneer, and she yanked him away from me towards the door. He blew me a kiss as he was dragged away, a promise for more in his eyes. Please don’t come back later! When the lights clicked off, and the door shut behind me, I let out a muffled sob. My arms and legs throbbed painfully under the tightly bound rope.
Just when I thought things were going well, this shit happens.
March 19
Afternoon
Lachlan
When I got to our literature class, Lennox's seat was still empty. She was missing from the last two classes as well. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach as the teacher walked in. Not to mention, the guys were blowing up my phone and making it worse. When Clara walked in and shot me a smug smirk, I knew something had happened. Before I could think, I had her wrist in my hand and pulled her along behind me. When we reached the hall, I leaned closer to her, our noses touching. Fear was in her eyes as I let the bear come forward enough to scare her. He was restless now, wanting to break free and find our girl.
"Where is she?" I growled the words at her, and felt her trembling under my grip. I let go but didn't step back. I wasn't going to sink to her level and hurt her, but I wanted answers, and I wanted them now.
"Good luck finding her," she hissed back as the door was opened and the concerned teacher narrowed his eyes at me.
"Don't worry, I will. And you better hope she's unharmed," I hissed in her ear before walking away.
"Are you okay?" the teacher asked, his voice accusing like he knew exactly how bad of a guy I was.
"I'm fine, just a lover's quarrel," she said lightly, following the teacher back into the classroom. Lover...ha. I wouldn't touch her if she paid me.
Pulling out my phone, I clicked over to a group text and sent out an SOS to meet me in the hall. Not even five minutes later, all four of them were in front of me. When I explained the situation, their faces morphed into looks of horror and disgust.
"So we split up and look?" Aeson asked, his eyes already darting around the hallway and his hand reaching for Tristan's.
"Lach's a fucking bear. We don't need to split. We can tear this academy apart if we need to," Van grumbled.
“Can we just use compulsion on her?” I asked angrily, knowing the answer already.
“No, if I went in there and did that, we’d have too many people out here. We will if you don’t have any luck, though. They can’t have taken her far,” he answered in frustration, hands running through his hair as his fangs dug into his bottom lip.
