Pure Punishment(36)

“If you could dine at one place for the rest of your life, where would it be?” he asks me, not giving me time to process his answer.

“Your kitchen and IHOP. Sorry, but I can’t choose just one,” I say laughing, then wincing from the pain that it causes. I get my breath back and think of a question for him.

“How was your first kiss?”

“It was probably the worst kiss in the history of kisses. She had no idea what she was doing and honestly neither did I. Once our lips touched, she decided to take it a step further and the next thing I knew, her tongue went in my nose.”

“Oh my God! Yuck,” I say, referring to the nose tongue picking.

“Yes, needless to say, we never attempted that again,” he says with a slight laugh.

“Okay, my turn.” He taps his finger to his chin like he’s deep in thought. “Okay, what was your favorite childhood toy?”

“That’s easy, it was my mother. She wasn’t a toy, but she was the best person to play with and be around,” I say truthfully. All my memories of my mother are full of life and fun.

“My turn, have you ever been in love?” I turn my head slightly so I can face him. I want to see his reaction and how he answers.

“Yes, and she drives me completely bonkers,” he says, smiling down at me. I have a feeling he’s talking about me, especially with the way he’s looking at me, but that can’t be possible since we hardly know each other.

“All right, well, I have to get back to work. Keep your cell on you and call me if you need me. If you don’t, I will be royally pissed, Kristy,” he stresses the last part. He removes my head from his chest, stands, then leans down so his soft lips touch my forehead. My eyes automatically close to his touch and his lips linger longer than necessary.

“I will,” I tell him, as he stands and walks out the door without looking back.





It only takes six minutes for brain cells to react to alcohol.





“You look like shit, Kayla,” Tyke tells me when he sees me. I laugh at him because he has no idea. I feel like I’ve been hit by a freight train and not in a good way either.

“Shut up,” I grumble, coming to stand near him. He laughs, turns and touches my cheek. His touch is gentle and soft, so unlike him. He shakes his head and drops his hand away from my face. His face goes from soft to serious within a second.

“No work tonight,” he says, then turns his back to me. I laugh at him thinking he’s joking, and when he doesn’t turn around I know he’s serious.

“Fuck you, Tyke, I’ll find my own then,” I say, and storm off with my boots clicking with each step I take. I walk out of there and make my way to the dorms. On my way, some girl shoves me backward and starts to laugh.

“Guess you’re more stupid than I thought,” she spits at me. She obviously has a death wish. I stand tall and start circling her and she watches as I do, thinking it’s all a game. She starts laughing at me and starts to walk off, but I stand directly in front of her stopping her from moving. She tries to push me away, but I’m ready for her this time. I separate my feet to stand firm and when she notices her antics aren’t going to work on me, she tries turning the other way. That isn’t going to work either because I’m pissed and in the mood for a fight. I walk briskly and catch up with her, tapping her on the shoulder. She swings around and when she sees it’s me, she sneers and starts to walk off again. I stop her by grabbing hold of her matted blonde ponytail. I pull hard and she falls to the ground. She tries to scream when I sit on her and I cover her mouth with my hand.

“Do you like to pick on people, possibly humiliate them?” I ask. She tries to bite my hand and I remove it and slap her hard across her face. She cries out and I smile down at her.

Her head starts to swing from side to side, looking for someone to help her. She won’t find anyone; it’s a Monday night and the campus is very quiet. Apart from her, I can’t hear a thing. I bring a star out and turn it in my hand. Her eyes go wide and it makes me smile.

“Why… why do you have that?” she whimpers.

“For bad people. Are you a bad person?” I ask, leaning down and getting right in her face. She shakes her head profusely and I laugh.

“For some reason, I have a feeling you’re not a very nice person at all.” I bring the star down and cut the front of her shirt open. Her breasts are covered by the bra she’s wearing and she starts to freak even more.

“I wonder if you can live without one nipple,” I say, circling the sharp edge of the star around her nipple that’s covered in lace. She bucks and tries to remove me, so apply more pressure. The first hint of blood starts to form and it’s hypnotizing.