Deadly(11)

“No, it’s Ryan,” I correct.

“Well, whatever, it’s a weird thing to say and he hates that I sleep in your room with you.” She points her finger at me. I don’t like her talking about Ryan, she didn’t have the right to. I stay silent and she takes that as an invitation to keep talking. “Do you know how many times I’ve woken up to him sitting in there in the dark watching you sleep?”

I like that he does that, it’s not weird, it’s endearing.

“And don’t even get me started on when you have a nightmare, he practically assaults me.” She rolls her eyes and gets herself comfortable on the lounger.

“Pushing you to the floor is hardly assault Georgie and you’re acting like you don’t know who you’re staying with. You knew Ryan before you even met me, you know what he can be like.”

“No, I knew ‘Ryan the guy that came to Lair whenever he was in town’, which wasn’t often. Jack knew him from years ago and said he was a little cray, cray.”

I lean over and grab her wrist, my fingers biting into the delicate skin there, making her wince. “Be careful Georgie, there is nothing crazy about him and if there is then I’m just as crazy, and so are you. You haven’t left yet,” I point out. She’s had many opportunities to get away from us but she doesn’t, she’s lonely and we’re all she has.

“Oh check out those guys, I bet I can get them to buy us drinks at the beach bar,” she says, completely changing the direction of conversation.

I drop her wrist and follow her line of sight to the small gathering of guys looking our way. I didn’t like this side of her, she let herself be objectified and appeared to delight in the fact.

“I can buy our drinks,” I state.

“Where’s the fun in that?” She waves over the group and I cringe as they all bowl towards us. She maneuvers her bikini to perk up her breasts and it’s nauseating.

“Drink?” One of the men asks and I shake my head no. I stand from the beach chair I reluctantly sat in when I finished my swim because Georgina bitched me out for never letting her patch up her tan. The sand is hot on my feet and I have to step from foot to foot trying to recover my flip flops from under the chair. My skin’s a little red from the overexposure and I’m a little peeved that I let her talk me into staying here, sunbathing on the freaking beach like roomies on vacation. This wasn’t me.

It’s her… she’s not good for you.

“Oh come on, where are you running off to? One of the guys asks, grabbing me around the waist and pulling my body against his. My skin burns from the contact. I hate how he assumes he can just grab women like this.

Fucking Georgina!

“Take your arms off me now!” I growl generating a group laugh.

“Oh lighten up, let me buy you a drink, your friend called us over here.” And said friend is so busy flirting up a storm she has no idea the thundering hurricane that’s going to come from her being a stupid bitch and getting me into this situation. The angry burn inside me was heating at a rapid rate and was about to burst into flames, scorching everything within reach.

“Your friend likes attention huh?” he whispers in my ear, snaking his hands further around me. To anyone else it was harmless, a group messing around and flirting but this wasn’t who I was. I didn’t like people’s hands on me unless Ryan was around to teach them a lesson for it. My head began to cloud and the whispers began chanting.

…Kill him…Kill him…Kill him.

“Man let her go, she looks like she’s really freaking out,” I hear one of the other men tell the man holding me. He sounds far away but I know he’s not. The arms release me and shove me away, making me stumble.

“Hey chill lady, we just wanted to have some fun,” he defends, holding his arms up and grinning like a fucking fool.

…Show him your kind of fun Cereus

Without thought of consequence I grab the empty glass from the table next to me and I smash it straight around the side of his brainless head. The glass breaks on impact and slices my hand open but also makes an impressive gash to his head. Yells ring out and the next thing I know the guy is screaming ‘Bitch’ and hits me with a closed fist, sending me falling to the sand. Georgina’s screams play out on repeat as I try to shake my blurry vision. The douche can hit.

Ryan’s going to go homicidal… Hmm, actually Ryan’s always homicidal.

Soft small hands touch my shoulders. Georgina’s overly-scented body crowds over mine. She’s still screeching. “You freaking hit her, you woman beating asshole.”