She manages to get a hand free and she slaps me hard on my already sore face, making me wince. It doesn’t give her the leverage she was hoping for though. I grab her wrists with one hand and pin them above her head. My free hand, still holding my blade, starts a line in the center of her chest. She starts screaming as I cut her, not enough to do damage, but just enough to bring blood to the surface.
“Stop it, stop it,” she cries.
I stop and smile at her. “Was that so hard? Now, I want to hear you apologize for being so fucking rude and then kiss my feet,” I say to her. She looks at me oddly and for a second, I think she’s not going to do as I ask, but she surprises me.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry for everything.”
I stand above her with my feet planted on either side of her head, and nudge her cheek with my boot. She looks at me pleadingly and I tap my foot out of frustration. The tears come strong and fast from her eyes as she places her first kiss on my left boot. She tries to stand and I pin her back down with a hand to her chest.
“Other one now,” I say firmly, but sweetly. She listens and kisses my other boot. I step back so she can stand up and she starts to take off in the other direction. I grab her purse first. She stops when I do and I open it so I can read her name, “Bianca.” I chuck it at her and smile.
“Now I know who you are you better hope I never see you again,” I say and blow her a kiss. She looks awful with mascara running down her face, her ripped shirt and grass covering her.
I turn around to find dark and mysterious standing behind me. I look him up and down and smile. “I knew you couldn’t stay away from me,” I say, walking closer to him. He stops me with his hand and looks me up and down. Then he leans in close to look at my eyes.
“Who was that?” he nods in the direction of Bianca, who has just left.
“Some bitch that thought she’d be able to take me,” I say, starting to circle him, enjoying the view of this fine man. I get to his ass and give it a little squeeze and it’s so tight I could bounce a ball off of it. He knocks my hand away and turns to face me.
“What was her name?” he asks seriously.
“Tell me yours first,” I challenge him.
“Kai. Now, tell me her name?”
“Bianca,” I answer and smile. His face turns serious and he glares at me hard.
“Why did you let her walk away? She didn’t deserve to just walk away.”
I raise my hands in self-defense because I have no clue what he’s talking about.
“Okay, Kai, I’m leaving now. You have a great night,” I say and blow him a kiss. He huffs out and that’s when I feel a bang. The next thing I know, it’s completely dark.
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I wake with the worst headache known to mankind. My head feels like a rock was smashed against it. I get up groggily, grab my bathroom bag and head to the showers. I look at my reflection in the mirror and I’m surprised to see the swelling is starting to subside. My ribs still ache when I cough, but other than that, I can feel that they are healing nicely. As I turn and heat the shower, ready to rid myself of the grime that has been plaguing me for days, I notice Bianca stepping out of the one next to me. I look at her and she recognizes me, but her expression confuses me. It’s like she’s scared of me, when it should be the other way around. After all, I’m the one bruised and battered. She ducks her head and practically runs from the shower and away from me.
I wince as the water hits a cut on my lip. I quickly try to wash myself and attempt to do my hair, when I realize it hurts too much to lift my hands above my head. I give up, dry myself off and throw on a pair of my yoga pants and a shirt. I make it back to the front of my dorm to see Julia standing there. As soon as she sees me, her hand flies to her mouth and she runs at me, covering me in a hug. I try not to show that the way her arms are wrapping around me is painful, but I don’t succeed and she hears my small whimper. She lets go and I open the door for her to follow me through.
“Oh my God, please tell me. Whose ass do I need to kick?” she asks me and sits on the end of my bed.
“No one’s, don’t worry. I’m feeling so much better. Tell me, what’s happening with you?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“Well, I came here to tell you something that’s been on my mind for ages, but I just didn’t know if I should.” I give her a quizzical look and she continues, “Well, my father was recently murdered.” That shocks me and my own hand flies to my mouth.