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“You’re different. Not the same little girl we left behind.”
“Two years is a lifetime.” I snap while Axel scoffs. “You disagree?”
“Two years is nothing.”
“Maybe not when this is your life,” I tell him, spanning my arms out indicate his luxurious fuck pad. “But some of us were in hell.”
Unwittingly my eyes cut to McKenzie whose grip on his glass is so tight the stem seems moments from snapping. His jaw looks more brittle than the glass and there’s a wild kind of torture in his eyes. Does he feel...guilty? I know he’ll be thinking about leaving me with his father, but that’s the last thing he should be feeling guilt over. The list of The Son’s sins is much longer than his daddy’s. The General was all about the physical, Zie just ripped my heart out.
“Exactly. We’ve dealt with pieces of shit like this before,” Axel says with a nod. “If he doesn’t get his hands on her, he’ll do it to someone else.”
I blanch at the thought of Karl hurting other girls, even though part of me still wants to defend him – to save him from whatever hell Axel and the boys will rain down on him. Does he deserve that? For a prank gone wrong?
But...Axel’s words ring true too. I feel like Karl’s just not getting the message and for whatever reason he’s set me in his sights and he’s just going to keep coming after me until he gets what he wants.
I shudder.
“Okay,” I whisper. “Do it. Send him the damn message.”
It’s cute that she thinks we need her go ahead to teach someone a lesson. We’ve been teaching lessons since the day we started primary school. I offered Georgie Benton one of my crisps and she took the lot, before throwing them on the floor and stamping on them, making me cry.
I wasn’t crying over the crisps. Or even over the fact that Georgie didn’t return my first ever crush.
No, I was crying because that was the first time my mum had had enough money to buy crisps for me in months and I didn’t know when I’d next be so lucky to get any again. We weren’t even poor, per se, but my father was such a controlling arsehole he kept my mother and me on an incredibly tight leash.
And Georgie had laughed at my tears.
So Axel taught her a lesson.
He stole the teacher’s sharp, grown-ups only scissors from her desk when she was distracted, and cut off Georgie Benton’s entire ponytail. She’d been proudly bragging that she’d never had a haircut in her life.
When she realised and Robert Carter suggested it had just fallen off, and then Zie had offered to glue it back on for her before dumping a pot of pva over her head, she bawled her eyes out.
And I laughed. We all laughed.
She didn’t return to our school but I saw her a few weeks later with her hair shaved super short. After that, no one ever laughed at any of us again.
And now, no one will ever bother Peony again either.
