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“Look at how she’s trembling like that.”
They’re talking about me. In front of me. And they don’t even know me.
Rage starts in my toes, working its way up my legs and into my belly, burning fiercely as it fills me.
“I’m not a fucking junkie,” I snap.
Their faces blank out, and they watch me with a dangerous curiosity.
The tall one grunts but says nothing.
“I’m leaving,” I say after a moment of silence. I don’t want to be trapped with these guys anymore, and they seem more dangerous than a group of homeless people.
I shuffle around them, ready to sprint out of there and back into the world. Why is it so quiet here? Like no one ever comes back here unless they’re looking to get into trouble.
Of fucking course, Vera. It’s a damn alleyway. What was I thinking?
They both move toward me, keeping me pinned against the wall.
The angry one reaches behind him, pulling out a shiny black Glock and pointing it right at my face. He looks uninterested, like he’s sticking his thumb up for a taxi instead of pointing a deadly weapon in my face.
“What are you doing back here?” he asks calmly, though impatiently. Like he’s in a hurry.
“I-I’m just a fucking student. I’m going to Caribou to get my car. Just let me go, and you guys can go to Winnipeg or whatever, and we can forget this ever—"
He cocks the gun, and I swear I can feel the bullet lodged inside preparing to enter my skull.
“You stupid kid.” The tall one chuckles emotionlessly.
My eyes widen, and I don’t know what to do. I could scream, but they’d probably snap my neck before I opened my mouth. I could run, but their long legs are no doubt faster than mine.
I stare at them. Their fucking breathtaking faces. People shouldn’t look like this, though I know one person who surpasses it.
Malik.
He’s so fucking stunning. His harsh, unmarred features could cut glass. He’s the only beauty in the rough. He belongs in Castle Pointe, because the world wouldn’t be able to handle his features, his entire body. He’s ripped, hardened, absolute stone from head to toe. The perfect mane, the sharp jaw, the slender yet ripped body, the brown eyes that hold so much depth.
I’m ashamed as I subconsciously press my thighs together, thankful they don’t notice. How can I even think about something like that right now? How could I even think abouthimright now? How would he react to seeing a gun pointed at my face? Would he even care? Would he laugh and take the gun, point it at my face himself and get it over with for me? Or would he kill the both of them without a second thought?
I don’t know, and that leaves a lonely clink in my soul.
“Please, just let me go,” I whisper.
The angry one shakes his head. “Can’t. You know too much.”
“I know nothing at all.” My voice is firm. Because I don’t. I know nothing about what they’re doing. They could be meeting extended family for all I know.
I mean, I know they aren’t, but they don’t need to know that.
I watch as his finger curls around the trigger, and without a second thought, the Lord’s Prayer starts falling from my lips. The words are bitter on my tongue, but they still flow smoothly, the words clear and meaningful as they spill from me.
It’s funny how such a short amount of time at Castle Pointe Academy had such a drastic effect on my life.
“Jesus Christ, dude. She’s a fucking religious freak.” The angry one drops his gun, groaning as he looks at his friend.
“I can fucking do it if you want. Fucking hell, you’re such a pussy since you got married.” The tall one wiggles his eyebrows at his friend, ready to end my life without a care in the world.
A whimper works its way through my throat, squeezed between the holy words.
