AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I had snuck out of my latest foster family’s house that day because they loved to collect the checks, but didn’t pass the fruits on to the foster kids. Typical drunk assholes milking the system for money. It is always the same. They put on a front to be able to foster kids who have been abused or abandoned somewhere, but it’s all a lie.
I’m realizing Tyler is just like him, a heartless asshole. Ky looks down with a look of disgust at my shoes and my baggy blue sweater that has seen better days, all the while making a gesture like he smells something rotten. “You stink, but then again, you always did. You always smelled like the piece of shit you are. I should have known better. I’ve been waiting for the day our paths would cross so I could tell you what I truly think of you. If you think you had it bad in whatever sewer you crawled out from, it will be nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”
“Fuck you,” I snarl. “Stay away from me.”
His eyes travel over my face, and then down to my legs, angling his head like he is checking me out, but I know he is doing it to intimidate me. “Nah, I wouldn’t think about fucking you…I have standards. The girls I fuck around with are more my style. Clean, pretty, and the type who have something going for them. Everything you are not. Maybe you could play with Patty over here if he tucks his nut sack back since he’s a little bitch and wished to have a pussy.”
“L-leave her alone.”
Ky quirks a brow and raises his eyes to Patrick. “What was that, asshole?”
“Leave him alone,” I blurt, but Ky ignores me.
I’m surprised Patrick is sticking up for me against Ky, but the stricken look in Patrick’s eyes tells me he isn’t so sure of himself. I can tell that Ky could hurt Patrick with his height and muscular build as he leans over the table.
“This is not middle school, bitch. I will kick your ass all over this cafeteria so everyone can watch how I use you to wipe the floor.”
I realize I have to stop this, and without thinking, I place my hand on Ky’s forearm, hoping he doesn’t really mean it. The expression Ky has aimed at Patrick says he isn’t fucking around. The heat from his skin can be felt through my fingers and crawls up my arm like heat from a torch.
He suddenly jerks his arm from my touch like I burned him. “Don’t fucking touch me.”
I pull my hand back, taking a deep swallow. His jaw tics and his hard gaze is directed at me, and all I see is anger, hate, and disgust. All in that order. He no longer sees me as a friend, and that’s fine. I don’t know what I did wrong except leave him a letter. It was the only way I could tell him goodbye. It was the only way I could keep my secret.
“I’m sorry. I won’t touch you ever again.”
He smirks at my response. A condescending smile that tells me he wants me to feel inferior. For me to bow down to him like he is some deity.
“I think that’s for the best. I wouldn’t want to catch anything that meds won’t cure.”
I look around and notice all the attention in the cafeteria is on our exchange. He must feed off of it and wants to make it known that I’m in the same league as Patrick. That’s fine. I couldn’t care less. It hurts me that he, of all the people I cared about, turned out this way. That he thinks so low of me when he doesn’t know a thing about my life. The promise he made about not being a bully went unfulfilled, and it makes me wonder what other promises he broke besides this.
“So that’s what you do now.” I lift my chin and shake my head. “Bully people to feel better about yourself. Threaten people. Beat them up for sport when they don’t do what you tell them.”
He smirks. “Nah, just you and that prick in front of you. And anyone else I find the need to set straight. But for you, I’m going to make your stay here extra welcome.”
His eyes flick behind me, and then I feel something wet and cold spill over my head and down the back my hoodie.
I stiffen and watch as Patrick tries to stop them, but he fails. Ky grips his wrist so tight that Patrick yelps. “Ahh. L-let go.”
“This doesn’t concern you, Patty. Fuck off. Don’t let me catch you interfering in what doesn’t concern you. You got that,” Ky snarls, shoving him back.
Patrick grips the edge of the table to keep from falling while I whip around to see who poured the milk over my head. I notice the blonde girl with green eyes from algebra class laugh along with the rest of the students seated in the cafeteria. I think her name is Nicole. The same one who was looking at Ky with longing when her other friend sat next to him, beating her to the seat first. Bitch.
“Go sit,” he demands, nudging his chin toward the table where Tyler and their group is seated.
“Yes, baby,” she says with a hint of saccharine to her voice.
She must be his girlfriend…or maybe one of them. I wouldn’t be surprised. He must have them eating from the palm of his hand.
I try to get up, but the liquid seeping down my back has me wincing. Damn it.
I want to kick Nicole’s ass, but all that would do is get me in trouble, and it’s the last thing I need, another stint in juvenile detention.
If I want to taste freedom once I graduate, I have to lay low and stay out of trouble. It’s like a bright light leading me out of the dark prison I was sent to after experiencing hell. The year I spent sneaking off to meet Ky was a reprieve from the mess that was my childhood. A childhood I knew was full of pain.
Now I wished I never met Ky so I wouldn’t be so disappointed. I’m so angry with myself for thinking he was the only person in my life who was real. The one person who understood me. This is just another blow in my life. I guess some people are just born unlucky, and I’m one of them.
I stand in the aisle and give him a look of hatred and disgust for who and what he has become. My eyes sting with hurt and disappointment for the boy who is now a man whom I find gorgeous still, but his attitude toward me diminishes his appeal. How could someone who looks so beautiful and have everything be such an entitled prick?
