Beg Me: A Dark High School Bully Romance

by Bella King

  Beg Me

  A Dark High School Bully Romance

  Bella King

  After Midnight

  Copyright © 2020 Bella King

  All rights reserved

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  This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

  All characters portrayed in this book are consenting adults.

  Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Introduction

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Epilogue

  Books By This Author

  Introduction

  Amber

  I never should have let it get this bad.

  I should’ve stopped him before he began to control me.

  Now, like a puppet on strings, I dance to his wicked tune.

  I dance until my feet bleed, and then I continue dancing, all because he says so.

  He owns me now. There is no escape.

  My life was over the second he laid eyes on me.

  Flint

  I don’t have a heart.

  I lost that a long time ago, and I’m in no hurry to get it back.

  Women are deadly, and that’s why I strike first.

  I have to ruin her before she ruins me.

  Rich girls don’t belong here, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.

  Beg Me is a Dark High School Bully Romance with adult scenes and violence. All characters in this book are eighteen or older. Not for the faint of heart.

  Chapter One

  Amber

  The sticky white tiles are clinically cold against the side of my flushed face. I peel my cheek from the floor, groaning as I see the vibrant red smear of blood across them. My head throbs and I feel dizzy. There’s blood everywhere. It’s more than last time.

  Much more.

  My lungs rattle as I suck air into my mouth. It’s painful even to breathe, and a sharp pain in my upper abdomen brings me back down onto the floor as I try to lift myself up further. I let my cheek press back into the floor, the sickening copper smell of blood filling my nostrils.

  I pause, assessing the damage. I can taste the blood in my mouth, and I can see it all over the tiles of the bathroom floor. I have a nosebleed as well, which is what’s causing the steady drip of crimson as I lay on the ground, utterly pathetic and helpless.

  No one has sympathy for me here. I shouldn’t expect it, but I wasn’t expecting violence either. It came like a thief in the night, stealing the illusion of safety that had me agree to come to this school in the first place. Now I know that there isn’t a place for me here. I know they don’t want me.

  I push a few strands of sweaty blonde hair from my face, gathering up my inner strength before making an attempt to crawl to my feet again. The pain in my abdomen isn’t severe enough to be a broken rib, but it’s bad enough to where I’ll be walking funny for the next few days. I have to be careful.

  I place both of my shaking hands against the tiles, pushing myself up again. I hang my head, watching the blood drip to the floor and it rolls off my lips like drool. I spit it out of my mouth, curling my lips in disgust at the sight of the red bubbling saliva on the tiles.

  With a firm push off the ground, I’m on all fours.

  My arms tremble from the aftermath of adrenaline and the solid beating by a group of girls who I don’t even know. They came suddenly and didn’t wait to start throwing punches. For a moment in the brawl, I thought they were going to kill me. But here I am, on my hands and knees, just trying to get to my feet so I can leave this place and get cleaned up. I have class in thirty minutes.

  I cough, testing the pain in my midsection. It isn’t too bad, so I get to my feet. My legs wobble, threatening to buckle and bring me back to the floor, but I don’t want to be there anymore. It’s disgusting and it smells like piss.

  I prop myself up against a white sink hoping it won’t fall with me. The cracks that run up the sides are concerning, but it’s all I have to keep myself standing.

  I don’t want to look in the mirror. I’ve fallen so hard and so fast from grace that it’s a wonder that I’m even alive. I wanted to kill myself when my parents split, and then again when my mother took me away from my father.

  She said that he hit her.

  He said she faked it.

  I still don’t know what to believe.

  I pinch my nose, tilting my head up to stop the nosebleed. The blood has already covered my shirt, but I have a hoodie in my locker that I can wear over it. I just don’t want to look like shit when I return to class. It’s exam day, and this school doesn’t give a single fuck if you miss it for legitimate reasons. An F is an F, and that’s what they’ll give you if you don’t show up.

  I probably should go to the school nurse. Her name is Mrs. Latisha, and for some reason she’s the only person at this entire godforsaken school that’s been nice to me. Maybe it’s because she knows that I’m going to end up under her care sooner or later.

  Well, it’s happening sooner, not later.

  I manage to stop the blood flow from my nose for the time being, but my face is a complete mess. I don’t need to look at my reflection to know that, but I can still see it out of the corner of my eye. I’m afraid to look at what those girls did to me. I know it’s bad. I don’t want to know.

  I can’t walk to the nurse’s office with a face full of blood though. I have to maintain some level of dignity. Blood in the water attracts sharks, and that’s the last thing I need when I’m too weak to swim away from their deadly rows of triangle teeth. I’m going to clean the blood off my face and get the fuck out of here.

  I look down at the sink basin as I turn toward the mirror. I refuse to look at the woman who stands before me in the water-splattered crooked mirror. She used to have dignity and grace. Now, all she has is a bloody face and a wrinkled t-shirt. She used to be one of the elites. Now, she’s been cast from her throne into the mud.

  I twist the knob for the warm water on the sink. The squeaks of its rusted metal echo through the empty bathroom like the cries of the damned. No water comes from the tap.

  I sigh, placing my hand on the cold water knob and turning it. Almost immediately, a thick flow of murky water shoots into the basin, splattering onto my shirt and arms. I test the water with my hands, only to find it so cold that it numbs my fingers immediately. Considering how hot and painful my face is, that might actually feel good.

  I cup my hands under the stream, letting water splash into them with vicious pressure. I lower my face toward the sink, splashing the ice-cold liquid onto my cheeks. It burns like needles in my sk
in, but I cup my hands under the water again, repeating the motion as the water in the sink turns diluted red with my blood.

  Only once the water has turned back to its murky white, do I look up into the mirror to see my face. I’m shocked by the sight of it.

  My left eye is swollen, already purple and blue underneath it. There’s a gash on my cheek that I couldn’t even feel before because of how much the rest of my body hurt. My lips are cut and swollen, and my blonde hair is in complete disarray.

  I want to cry. My throat clenches tight, trying to hold it back. I’ve learned not to let the tears out in front of people, especially not my mother. She’d blame this on me, and then accuse me of playing the victim when I cry about it. I have nobody, and that’s what makes this so hard.

  I run my fingers back through my hair, feeling the oil from my scalp beneath my fingernails. I took a shower this morning, but my body is in such a panicked state that I’ve been sweating since I arose from my small bed this morning. I’ll have to shower again when I get home.

  I smooth the wrinkles from my damp t-shirt with my wet hands, trying to collect myself enough to walk out of the bathroom without drawing too much attention. I don’t have a lot of time before my exam, and I still need to swing by Nurse Latisha’s office to get a bag of ice and some bandages for the damage to my face.

  I grip the edges of the sink, taking a deep breath before turning around to leave the bathroom. My first few steps are wobbly, and my knees feel like they’re already swollen to twice their normal size, but I’m able to walk out of the bathroom, bruised but not entirely broken.

  At least, not yet.

  Chapter Two

  Flint

  I flick the glowing end of a blunt onto the tattered track that makes its shameful loop around undersized soccer field. They really wasted no space in this dump of a high school. People running track often get hit by the soccer players’ poorly aimed kicks toward the goal. I wonder if the school should even have a soccer team at all, seeing as we’ve never won a single match against any other school in the district.

  “Hey, Flint,” a hear a man’s voice call out from behind me. I turn my head to see my friend Blake running up with a small cardboard box in his hands.

  I stop walking, shoving my hands in my pockets and staring at the box as he jogs toward me. It looks like there are some books and a ruler or something sticking out from the top. What on earth is he doing with that?

  Blake comes up beside me, walking quickly as I continue down the stretch of brick-colored track away from the school building. We have exams in half an hour, but I don’t give much of a fuck about my grades. I’d graduate even with all F’s for the remainder of the year, and those F’s stand for Fuckit.

  I’m not going to college anyway. I’ll probably still go inside and take the exam just to be safe though, but I’m taking my time getting there.

  “Guess what I have,” Blake says, his pale blue eyes glowing with excitement.

  I attempt to look over the edge of the box in his arms, but he pulls it away. “Guess,” he demands.

  “I don’t know, man. It looks like a box of junk,” I reply.

  “Exactly,” he replies.

  “I don’t see your point.”

  Blake laughs. “It’s not just any box of junk. It’s a box of Mr. Leeson’s junk. The dickwad quit this morning and he’s packing up his stuff. He left this on his desk.”

  “So, you stole it?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

  “Hell yeah, I stole it. I hate that sonofabitch.”

  I shake my head. “He already quit. What’s the point?”

  “Think of it as a final send-off. Regards from the boys at Blackstone High,” he says, leaning over to look at the loot inside. It’s mostly just a bunch of teacher’s equipment, books, and a few markers. There’s nothing special about it.

  I shake my head. “Are you trying to get expelled?”

  Blake laughs again, but he’s not as excited now. I suppose the thrill of stealing has worn off and he doesn’t know what to do with the useless shit that he stole. I’m not surprised. Blake was never the brightest one at school.

  “Do you want to pick through it with me?” he asks, slowing his pace.

  “No,” I reply. “I want to finish my walk and go inside for the math exam.”

  “Math? Fuck that shit man. Let’s see what Mr. Leeson has here.” Blake sets the box down on the twig-laden track and stands over it with his hands on his hips. It’s a triumphant stance, but to me, it’s just annoying. I don’t want to be seen poking through a bunch of stolen stuff that’s not even worth anything. If I can’t smoke it or sell it, then I don’t want it.

  I stop and look down at Blake as he crouches down to pick through the box. He shoves a few books aside, enough to allow me to see that there really is nothing of value in there. I roll my eyes. “Just leave it, man.”

  “There could be something in here,” Blake insists, dipping his hand inside.

  I wait for him to pull it out before I swing my foot at the box. The cardboard caves in from the side and the content go flying into the soccer field, scattering across the grass like confetti. That’s what I think of Blake’s loot.

  “Hey,” Blake yelps, leaping up to his feet. He balls his fists and glares at me. “Why the fuck did you do that, man?”

  “It’s trash,” I reply calmly.

  “It wasn’t,” he insists, but he knows just as well as I do that he just risked getting expelled over useless school supplies. The thrill isn’t worth it.

  “Are you going to walk with me or bitch about the box?” I ask, continuing my walk along the track.

  “Bullshit,” Blake mutters, but he joins me, leaving the box in the grass to be discovered later by some other student. It will probably end up being washed away by the rain or kicked out into the woods next to the school like all the other litter here. Nobody cleans the property at Blackstone High. Even the inside of the school gets little attention, but at least we have a janitor. Outside is no man’s land.

  “You see that new girl?” Blake asks, walking beside me in the afternoon sun.

  I know who he’s talking about immediately. Amber, the girl with the blonde hair and name-brand clothes. I don’t know how the hell she ended up in a shithole like this, but she’s bound to have a hard time. She’s a walking dollar sign and thieves have sticky fingers at this school.

  I shrug, trying to play it off cool. “I don’t know,” I reply, when in reality, I’ve been watching her closely. It’s not because she’s cute, but it kind of is. I’m just curious what kind of attention she’s going to attract here. She sticks out like a sunflower in a warzone.

  Blake groans in annoyance. “Dude, come on. You know who I’m talking about. Amber, the little rich girl with the cute ass. It’s like a peach man. I could eat that thing.”

  “God,” I say, rolling my eyes. “You wouldn’t even have enough money to buy her a loosie, let alone take her out on a date.”

  “I wouldn’t need to take her out, man. I slam her tight ass in the parking lot and leave it dripping on the pavement,” Blake says, a silly grin on his face.

  “That’s enough,” I bark, tired of his disgusting fantasies. “You have about as much of a chance with Amber as you had with Edyth.”

  “Damn bro, low blow,” he says, sounding genuinely hurt.

  I sigh, turning to look at him as we walk. “What I’m saying is that you should swing lower. Edyth was a bitch anyway, and Amber is probably the same. They don’t date guys like us, you feel me?”

  “I guess so,” he replies. “Edyth was kind of a bitch.”

  “A major one,” I agree. Edyth is the head of the failed cheer squad, who cheer for the failed soccer team at this failed school of ours. She’s the queen of a great big pile of shit, but she sure does have a big head about it.

  I heard she only fucks jocks, and a scrawny dude with stick-and-poke tattoos on his fingers isn’t going to impress her. Blake looks like he lives off diet coke a
nd cigarettes, which isn’t the kind of bad-boy women like Edyth are looking for. I’m probably more her type, but I’m not interested in disease-ridden cunts with bad attitudes.

  Blake perks up. “Hey, you’d probably have more luck hooking up with Amber. Why don’t you invite her to the party this weekend.”

  “Not interested,” I reply.

  “Dude, you totally have a chance,” he says. “We could get her wasted and then she’d probably let all of us hit it.”

  I laugh, but it’s a bitter laugh. It’s the laugh of a man who has had enough of the stupid whores at this school and just wants to leave it all behind. I’m not dating anyone, much less boning some stupid blonde bitch from out of town.

  “Is that a yes?” Blake asks, leaning forward to look at my face.

  “It’s a no,” I reply, looking up at him. “I’m not interested in taking advantage of some rich girl. Her daddy would probably call the cops on us.”

  “Damn,” he replies. “You’re probably right. There’s always Jenny, I guess.”

  I don’t want to talk to Blake anymore. He thinks with his dick way too much. Jenny is some skeevy dropout that still attends high school parties even though she’s twenty. She likes to get drunk and have guys run through her like a public toilet, but that’s just the sort of people this town breeds. It’s the worst of the worst here, and I’m sick of it.

  “I’m going inside,” I say, pulling out my phone and glancing down at the time. I still have ten minutes before the exams start, but I don’t feel like being outside any longer. The weed I just smoked is starting to hit me, and I don’t want to listen to Blake rambling about pussy for the rest of the afternoon.

  “You’re going to take the exam?” Blake asks, kicking a rock off the track.

  “Yep,” I reply, doing a quick turnaround and walking away.

  “Let me know when you’re done,” Blake calls out to me. “We can hit up the skate park.”