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"DADDYYYY.."
She sounds in so much pain that I rush inside to see her momma crying inconsolably while her sister stands numbly near her bed, watching on in horror as Doc sedates her sister, pain etching her features. I rush over to Star's bed, picking up her hand that's full of road rash before gently moving her dark blonde hair out of her face. I look towards Doc, and he nods, pain etching his features. "It's the first time she's woken; give her time." I nodded because we knew this could happen.
I lean down, kissing her forehead as her mother cries in the background, but I ignore her, leaning down towards Star's ear, rasping.
"I'll always protect you, my Firefly."
I move to look at her face again, running my fingers through her hair, and I make that promise over and over in my head to always protect her.
It's just a shame at this moment that I don't realize I'd be the reason for most of her fucking pain over the years.
Chapter 1
Star – Age 16
I blink, realizing class has finished, and I quickly close my sketchbook every day, ignoring what I've drawn before getting my bag. It's not like I don't see them every hour of every day anyway.
Dark brown eyes—so dark they look black—swim my vision all the time. I've sketched them so many times over the years. The club, even momma, all believe Daddy's gone and dead, but I don't think he is. He shouted for me after the bike crashed; he was still alive. I can feel it, despite everyone telling me it's my imagination. I will find him, even if it takes me years, and I'll prove them all wrong.
My daddy's alive; I just know it.
I walk out of class heading to the cafeteria to grab something before disappearing to the art room until my next class. I didn't have any friends, and not for lack of trying, but when my sister came to Parkerville High, she was the school mean girl but also known as easy. If someone wanted to get laid behind the bleachers, they went to her, so because of her reputation as well as the fact that I'm a club brat, technically a princess of the club, no one wants to be my friend; instead, I'm bullied almost daily. The girls leave condoms in my locker, take my clothes during PE, and trip me in the hallway before trying tocorner me in the bathrooms with scissors, while the guys, well, try to proposition me daily, all while degrading me.
I quickly grab a sandwich and a drink, not really hungry, before walking quickly out of the cafeteria, ignoring the snickering, and head to the art room, thinking about calling Zayne, or as the club's brothers now call him, Flame. I'm the only one who can call him by his given name; he's my best friend, my world. Before my dad went missing, he was my protector, someone I looked up to too, but afterward, he became someone I could rely on, and my feelings turned from platonic to a crush to, well, madly deeply, soul-crushing love, but he doesn't see me that way. To him, I'm his little sister, and it's hard, especially when I see him with the sweet butts, women who are basically like my sister.
mean and slutty.
Sighing; I round the corner near the art room when someone grips my arm roughly, slamming me into the lockers, and I gasp in pain when my head hits the metal hard. I look up into Barney's gleaming blue eyes. He's my main tormentor, and why? Because I turned him down over and over again while my sister decided to break the fricking law and sleep with him, he's only seventeen!
I try to shove him but he's a linebacker on our schools football team and triple my size.
He chuckles when I attempt to shove him again before he cups my privates. Bile rises up my throat while my left-hand presses the record button on my phone in my hoodie pocket,
"GET OFF ME!" I shout, and he just chuckles.
"Now why would I do that, hmm?" He bends forward, inhaling me, and I try to struggle, acting out like I'm some damsel, before he realizes who he's messing with. Daddy will be proud of mytheatrics. "No one here will ever believe you over me when I rip through your virginity.
Maybe if you weren’t such a prissy prude then I wouldn’t have to grab your tight cunt like this would I?”
My nostrils flare before I bring my head back and slam it forward, hitting his nose. He cries out as it crunches before I lift my leg, hitting his crown jewels hard. He bends forward, coughing, and I shove him again. This time he falls on his butt while cupping his junk, falling on his side, gasping in pain, and I lean forward and sneer.
"Next time, don't go putting your hands on a girl's privates without her consent, jackass."
I spit on him before rushing towards the doors, refusing to stay at this school any longer. I need to speak to Momma and see if she can speak to the head for me because I can guarantee that with his star player injured, he'll ignore the recording. I need a flipping adult to help fight my battle. I get home twenty minutes later, not noticing the bike in the driveway, and rush into the kitchen looking for Momma, but she's not there, which means she probably didn't get out of bed again. She has her bad days where she'll be in the kitchen cooking a storm where several shopping bags will be placed all for her and my sister on the side, ignoring the fact she has another daughter who reminds her too much of her supposedly dead husband, or she'll have her bad-bad days where she'll stay in bed numb.
Sighing, I go up the stairs. I miss my sweet and kind momma, but ever since daddy disappeared, she's been disconnected, and ever since my so-called sister put a seed in momma's head, she now blames me for daddy's disappearance, so instead of being comforted and nursed back to health during my skin grafts due to the severe road burns, I hadto go through it all on my own, which thankfully wasn't done by Doc. If the club finds out how she's treated me, she'll be kicked out and homeless. This house is in the club's name.
I never told Zayne about how I've been treated over the years, anyone really. The president is only just aware of what my sister is like because he saw how she spoke to me last weekend when she thought no one was looking, so I told him snippets and made him promise to keep quiet about it. I only have two years left, then I'll move out and use the money Daddy left for me to get an apartment.
I go around the corner when my sister's bright purple door opens, and I tense, expecting another lashing from her, but instead, absolute heartbreak shatters through me as Zayne walks out while putting his cutback on. His black hair is all messy, and he has a few hickeys on his neck. My tears start to build up when my sister props herself against the doorframe, looking at his bum. Her hair is also a mess, and she's on nothing but a sheet.
He slept with my sister?
My heart beats frantically in my chest, and I quickly rush into the bathroom, closing the door gently as my tears start to fall. The club women I could handle, not my own sister.
I know I have no claim on him but he knows about my feelings.Is this his way to push me back, seriously? All he had to do was tell me he'd never be interested, not sleep with my mean-flipping sister!
I hear her door click shut before the front door closes, and I wait until I hear his bike that I didn't even see when I walked in, and I wipe my tears quickly, taking a deep breath before leaving the bathroom.
