Page 128 of Made for Cyn
Curling into a ball, I laugh until tears stream down my face before my laughter devolves into sobs. My chest aches so fucking bad that I’m half hoping the pain means I’m dying.
The sun shining through my window when I woke this morning, though, confirmed I’m not facing my end.
Iris puts the car in park and turns to me with a frown. “Get yourself together.”
I swing my head her way and she shrinks under my stare before saying quietly, “You can’t go in there showing weakness. They’ll eat you alive.”
“I guess you would know,” I mutter waspishly.
“Look,” she says, rubbing her brow, “I’m sorry, but this was the only way.”
“Really? So, there was no other fucking way? None! How long have you been planning this anyway?” I ask harshly, curling my hands into fists.
“Long enough,” she mutters. “Here.”
Staring at her outstretched hand, I glance at her face dubiously before she says with a raised brow, “It’s my old phone. You didn’t think I believed you about your parents sending it, did you? Anyway, I convinced Mom to activate it for you. You hardly need to be using anything those dicks own.”
Taking the phone, I refrain from pointing out that he’s blocked me anyway and probably doesn’t give a fuck before I exit the car warily and stare at the stone facade.
Just a few short months ago, I wanted to go to a real school and have typical teenage experiences. Now I want to leave and never fucking come back, but I’m stuck because I conspired to kill my creepy uncle and he’s well and truly gone.
Yay.
???
As soon as I enter the building, I sense the new vibe, and it’s not friendly. I’m met with dark stares by a few while the majority turn their backs to me when I pass. Avoiding them all, I keep my chin high because I never made friends with them anyway, so their censure is hardly devastating.
During first period, I spend the time pathetically transferring the few pictures of Cyn I have to my new phone. These are the last of my good memories, and I don’t want to lose them despite the circumstances.
“So, not so high and mighty now, are you?” Rand sneers from the seat next to me.
Glancing his way, I blink at him twice, and his smirk slowly fades. “You hit your head or something?” he says caustically.
“Fuck off,” I say, turning back to the front.
“I’m not the one who’s fucked,” he mutters, but I ignore him and every other jerk who approaches me between classes.
That is, until one chick takes it past insults and pushes me against a locker with a vicious smile. Although I’m healing, the pressure against my back hurts, and I wince, arching away from the pain with a small cry.
Unfortunately, Bitch’s eyes light up with glee, and dully I recognize that I’m fighting some chick, and I don’t even know her name.
“What do you want?” I mutter.
Getting all up in my face, she says, “You fucked with our king, now you’re gonna pay.”
“What do you care?” I ask tiredly.
“Because when you fuck with one of us, you fuck with us all,” she snarls, swinging her fist toward my head.
Ducking, I cringe when her fist rebounds off the metal, but she’s unfazed as she tries again, and this time, I allow the hit because the pain that explodes in my eye supersedes the ache in my chest.
Stumbling back, I shake my head and her eyes light up with satisfaction. I spy Cyn and Jig from the corner of my eye as the chick circles again, but I fall back, avoiding her blow. Jig steps forward, but Cyn raises his arm with a frown, stopping him, and I turn away with a bitter smile.
My attacker pauses at my expression, and I step into her, grabbing her by the hand before pulling her in and flipping her over my shoulder.
She drops to her back with a groan and I hunch forward, ignoring the burn.
Stunned silence greets me, but I ignore it and welcome the wretched feeling clawing through my system because it’s blurring out the other aches and pains, leaving my heart blissfully numb.