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Simon
On instinct, I reach out for my girls’ feet. I fell asleep cuddling one of them last night after she passed out in Bossi’s arms. That fucker is getting more Cherry time than me, and it’s starting to piss me off. So is Grady. When I went to lie down on Cherry’s other side last night, he fucking pushed me away and glared at me like I had no business trying to lie next to her.
Motherfuckers! She’s my girl too!
When my hand only finds a blanket and nothing else, I crack my lids, and my eyes slowly adjust to the orange-tinted daylight seeping through the tent walls. My girl isn’t there. I sit up and look around the tent, confused. Shaun, Marcus and Garrett are still in the same spots, but Rhys is nowhere to be seen. Maybe she went to the toilet.
I stretch, releasing a big yawn and feeling the sore spots on my body from last night. We had a fucking punch on with some fucking tossers from Redfield. I can’t believe we came out as well as we did. After all, those pricks were a few years older than us.
After everyone calmed down, Rhys went unusually quiet. She didn’t seem happy. Didn’t seem sad. She was just quiet. When Tillie asked questions about how those arseholes had gotten a hold of the video, Cherry didn’t flinch. She didn’t look angry, didn’t even look like she cared, although I know she did. The other guys noticed her mood as well, and when Shaun mentioned we should go to bed, she just gave him a nod and stood up, walking silently next to him to our tent.
I even tried Simon Says on her, but it was no use. She still wouldn’t speak. Instead, she just laid down, cuddled into Bossi, and closed her eyes. I saw something, though, right before she closed those chocolate eyes of hers. A flicker of something across her expression. Shame? Guilt? She had dark secrets behind her eyes, and I want more than anything for her to just open up to me. To us. It’s hard to know how to help her when we don’t know everything. I have no idea what’s going through her head. What it must have been like to see that video of herself with that sick fucking prick of a foster dad.
It must be unbearable.
Why are her old foster parents doing this to her? Is it payback because they got caught in the first place? We should probably talk Rhys into going to the cops. The video is bad enough, but what if they are dangerous? What if they try to hurt my girl?
I’ll fucking kill them if they lay a hand on her!
It’s my overfull bladder that makes me get up and slip out of the tent. I notice the zipper has been left undone, and as I uncurl myself in the crisp morning air, the glare of the rising sun is almost blinding. I shield my eyes, gazing around the campsite. There’s no sign of Cherry, so I glance over to the toilet block across the clearing. She must be over there. I don’t know why she would go alone after those fuckwits were hanging around last night, but maybe she’s with Lexi or something.
I find the closest tree and take a leak, closing my eyes as the satisfaction of releasing all the fluid takes over.
“Where’s Rhys?”
“Fuck!” I jump at the sound of Garrett’s voice behind me, nearly pissing on my feet.
“How about a little warning before you creep up on a man taking a piss?”
“I would, but I can’t see any men around here.” Garrett comes to stand beside me, pulling out his fucking boa constrictor and starts to piss.
“Oh, ha fucking ha!” I glare at him and try not to feel intimidated by the sheer size of his dick.
“So, where’s our girl?”
“Toilets, I guess.” I shrug, shaking my snake and tucking him back into my shorts.
“You guess? How long have you been up?” Garrett glares at me, ignoring the fire hose he’s holding, watering the tree in front of us.
“Maybe 10 minutes. I was gonna go see where Lexi is. She might know where Cherry is.”
Frowning, Garrett cuts his piss short and tucks himself in as he walks over to Rhys’ tent like a man on a mission. I follow, hovering behind him as he bends down and looks inside.
“Shit.” Garrett hisses.
“What?” My heart rate picks up as a bad feeling creeps in.
“Her toiletries are still here. I don’t think she’s over at the toilets.” Garrett stands back up to his full height just as Jared unzips his swag over the other side of our camp, and he rolls out.
“Dude, have you seen Rhys?” I ask as I make my way toward him. He stands and stretches, yawning before focusing on me.
“What?”
“Have you seen Rhys?” I snap, and he glares.
“No. Why would I?”
“Shit. I’ll go see if Lexi is in her tent.” Garrett mutters, walking by us.
