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What the fuck? “Move!” I snap and step forward. A pain sears my scalp as the girl behind grabs my ponytail and yanks my hair backwards. I grab the ends twisting away from her. “Get the hell off me!”
Need to leave. Now. I could walk to the group heading along the nearby street. Go back to the pub. Don’t show these girls how terrified I am.
“You little bitch!” snarls the other into my face. “You have Jax Lewis in love with you and you screw somebody else?” Dilated pupils look back. My stomach flips. There’s something extreme about their behaviour and now I know why — they’re high. Unpredictable.
“I’m not and he isn’t!” I protest.
“We saw you! We’re gonna tell him!”
Oh, wow. “Really? You have a direct line to Jax?”
“We have photos!” The red-haired girl drops my hair and holds her phone in my face. I squint at the picture of me chatting to Julian in the pub.
“Fine. Tell him. Excuse me.” I attempt to push by again.
“Ohmigod!” shrieks the girl behind. “She’s admitted it!”
“What? I —” I’m interrupted by a stinging slap across my face and I stumble, breath catching in my throat.
I stare back at the girl blinking away the watering eyes. Anger replaces the fear and I swallow down the desire to retaliate. More violence won’t help the situation.
“Happy now?” I say though gritted teeth, holding my cheek.
She didn’t expect this reaction because the girl slaps me a second time and my skin stings. The girl behind grabs my hair again and pulls my head downwards.
This is not happening.
I could scream, yell, something, but nothing will come from my mouth. I can’t move, bent over where she’s dragged my head down.
“You think you’re something because your brother’s a rock star!” she snarls into my face. “That doesn’t give you the right to take Jax and screw around!”
I gasp as the girl behind shoves me and I trip. Skin scrapes on my palms as I hit the ground and one of them grabs my hair again. She pulls my head upwards and smacks my forehead on the ground. The pain doesn’t register; the dull thud of my skull on the pavers joined by ringing in my ears. When she lets go I fall forward and wrap my arms around my head.
This isn’t happening. Can’t be.
“Fucking kick her!” she yells to the other.
Still the words won’t come, blood whooshes through my ears and I struggle for breath as I brace myself for the next assault.
“What the hell is going on?” A male voice carries from the street and I hold my breath.
“Shit!” hisses the girl whose face is closest to me. “Go!”
I remain on the ground, arms wrapped around my head as their running footsteps retreat. Two pairs of shoes appear in front of me.
“Are you okay?”
“Fine.” I sit back on my heels and wobble slightly, placing a hand on the floor to steady myself as the world spins.
In the darkness, a middle-aged woman crouches down, short blonde hair falling forward, and studies my face. “You don’t look fine.”
“I’m fine,” I mumble but when I try to stand, I stumble.
“Are you on your own?” asks the man with her.
“My friends are in The Crown. I’ll go back to them.”
The couple look at each other, a silent communication over what to do with me. The girls have disappeared from sight leaving the three of us in a strange meeting. “Did they take your purse?” asks the woman.
