Bully Anthology: Boys of Westview Academy, books 1-4

by Mina Thorne

  “I didn’t know what I would do without you,” I said as I closed my eyes again. “Find Whitt when you can, let him know I need to see him. That I’ll come to see him as soon as I’m able.”

  “I will,” Rome said, and I snuggled against his chest.

  Barrett spooned me from behind, and I was finally in the best place I could be for healing.

  I was surrounded by love, light, goodness, and rock hard man chest.

  “Did they ever find Becca?” I asked because nobody seemed to want to tell me what had happened to her.

  I felt both of them tense up and go silent as if they couldn’t tell me what actually happened to her.

  “Come on,” I said. “I deserve to know. She was there, wasn’t she?”

  “She was,” Barrett said at last. My memories of the fire were still so tenuous that I didn’t quite know how she was involved. He seemed reluctant to tell me.

  “Did she start the fire?” I asked carefully. “I can’t remember everything, but I seem to remember that.”

  “She did,” Rome said and held me closer. “She started it all.”

  “Can you tell me how it happened?” I asked. “Please tell me everything.”

  “She caught Sienna in the locker room before the big game,” Barrett said quietly. “From what we can tell, she got you in there too, but she already had Sienna tied up.”

  “I remember that!” I exclaimed as it came back to me in a flash of memory. “She used Sienna’s phone to text me.”

  “She tied you guys up and lit the fire,” Rome said. “You saved Sienna, and she kept talking about that. What a hero you were.”

  “I didn’t feel like a hero,” I laughed. “I felt terrified like I was going to die.”

  “But you did save her,” Barrett said and kissed me on the side of my face and stayed close to me there. “You saved her life because you are brave and incredible.”

  “I’m not,” I replied, but I smiled anyway.

  “You are though, and the fact that you don’t think you are is even more amazing,” Rome said and kissed the other side of my face.

  “You guys are hilarious. But you’re good for my ego,” I smiled and closed my eyes. “But you still didn’t tell me what happened to her.”

  “I guess she locked you two in there and ran. She stole her dad’s car and took off. Nobody is sure where she’s at,” Barrett said. “We don’t want to upset you, knowing she’s still around.”

  “I’m more upset that Whitt is so injured,” I replied, but I was a little unsettled that Becca hadn’t been caught. Where could she be? It’s not like there were that many places a young girl could run to and hide.

  “He was injured saving you,” Rome told me. “You do remember that, don’t you?”

  “I do. That’s why it hurts so much,” I replied. Tears welled up in my eyes and slipped down my face. They must have noticed, I still had my eyes closed, but I felt them on either side of me kiss those tears away.

  They comforted me and murmured sweet words until I was calm again and could fall asleep between the two of them.

  * * *

  “You shouldn’t have let her go to school with a psycho,” I heard Mom lecturing Dad before I even opened my eyes.

  It had been four days since the fire, and she hadn’t left my side. And she hadn’t been able to take her anxiety and stress out on anybody but him, so she did.

  Every chance she got.

  And I had to hand it to Dad. He took it well. Maybe all those years living with that bitch Elaine had toughened him up.

  Still, I wondered how they had ever gotten married in the first place. There was zero chemistry between them. Which made me happy, though, it would be really gross and awkward if my parents flirted with each other while I was supposed to be getting better in the hospital.

  And how would that look to Reg and Kit?

  It was late in the evening. I’d been busy all day with visitors. Sienna had stopped by, so had my guys, of course, but also a few people from school I hadn’t expected.

  Agnes and Marie, they had shown up with a huge bouquet and a tonne of balloons and talked nonstop about what I was missing and how sorry they were about not realizing Becca was insane.

  And oddly enough, Dr. Adams stopped in to check up on me. Dad cynically called it damage control, but the gesture touched me. He brought a big card signed by all the staff and a basket filled with muffins.

  Mom nervous ate most of them, but I did manage to down one or two.

  I still hadn’t been able to see Whitt, but we’d been video chatting as much as possible. Mom had brought my old phone from California, but it was serviceable for chats and texts. We were just a floor apart, he was on the much more critical level for extra care in the hospital, but it felt like a galaxy away.

  I loved having Rome and Barrett by my side, but I missed Whitt. I missed him making me laugh, and I missed being able to talk to him without him feeling compelled to fix everything for me.

  Don’t get me wrong. I loved Barrett for his intensity; he really brought out my emotional side and allowed me to open up to people.

  And I missed Rome for his easy-going ways, and how horny he was. He could get my passions racing at any time, in any place…which had made for some awkward moments when my parents walked into my hospital room to find him with his hands up my gown.

  But Whitt was my friend, and yeah, I could totally have crazy sex with him, but he was my confessional, my listener. The one person I loved enough to share everything with. And he wouldn’t judge, he would ask those blunt Whitt questions to get to the root of my problems, and he’d watch me solve them myself.

  And I couldn’t believe I’d held even the smallest bit of resentment towards him because of what happened at the lake. Him risking his own life to save me had more than made up for it. I felt almost guilty hanging onto that last kernel of doubt about his loyalty, rolling it around in my head like a pebble in my shoe.

  It was gone now. Whatever had happened at the lake was bullshit high school games. Whitt saving my ass and getting burned was like next-level love, it was like we’d leveled up in our emotional connection and were in a completely different world now.

  A world I wanted to stay in, where I loved three boys equally, and nobody could make me choose.

  A world where their love and attention helped me heal from my wounds and made my road to recovery as smooth as possible.

  A world where I was now, and I didn’t want to change it.

  Chapter 69

  Mom pushed my wheelchair down the hall from the elevator, and I felt like an invalid or something.

  I was fully capable of walking, but she’d insisted.

  I was finally going to see Whitt. He could finally take visitors on day five of his recovery.

  The burn unit was a closed unit with negative air pressure to blow any germs or bacteria out and away from exposed human skin.

  I worried like crazy that I could make him sick if I infected him, so I’d scrubbed my hands until they felt like the top layer of skin was coming off.

  Some of it already had but was regenerating until I scrubbed and scrubbed.

  We got to the nurse’s station, and Mom stopped to talk to them about Whitt’s visit.

  She was distracted when I heard his voice coming from a room nearby.

  “That’s bullshit!” he yelled. “Total fucking bullshit, come on!”

  I jumped up out of my chair and dragged my IV stand along with me on its squeaky wheels. I found him still yelling in room five thirty-eight, and my heart was pounding in fear when I stepped inside.

  I didn’t know what to expect if I was going to find him held down by nurses and doctors while they did some terrible thing to him.

  Or if he was having a nightmare about that night.

  But what I didn’t expect was to find him sitting cross-legged on his bed in shorts and yelling at the television where a football game was on the screen.

  “Come on!” he yelled again. “You
’ve got to—”

  He noticed me and stopped in mid-sentence, broke into a wide grin and said, “Holy shit, it’s my sweet little Stephanie! Get your ass over here, babe, I need to see you!”

  And I got my ass over there as fast as I could, which wasn’t too quickly dragging the IV and hobbling on my burned foot.

  “You’re okay!” I exclaimed. “Oh my god, I was so worried about you. You almost died, you asshole. You almost fucking died!”

  “You’re welcome,” he said with a lopsided grin. “I’d get you to climb into my lap, but apparently it’s against doctor’s orders.”

  “It’s okay, we can make up for it later after you’re better,” I said and pulled a chair towards me and sat a couple of feet from his bed facing him. I took in the sight, he was still stunning and gorgeous, but he was a little banged up.

  He had bandages over his shoulders and on one upper arm. His chest was covered with the same clear plastic bandages they’d used on me, and his both thighs were bandaged, and one leg was covered all the way down.

  I noticed the bandages going up under his shorts, and I raised my eyebrows. “Is everything… okay?”

  I felt like an asshole for even asking, but hey, I needed to know.

  He frowned, then realized where I was looking and laughed loudly. “Yes, my horny little princess,” he said. “Everything works… which is driving me fucking crazy. I can’t even jerk off in here without them rushing in to find out why my heart is racing.”

  “Oh, sucks to suck,” I laughed. “But I promise the minute they let us, I’ll take care of that.”

  “Show me your tits,” he said and raised his eyebrows lasciviously.

  “Haha, funny,” I replied.

  “I’m serious. Quick, before they get back, let me see them, Steph, I’m dying in here thinking about you,” he moaned.

  “Well, since you did save my life and all,” I replied with a flirtatious grin and stood up. I moved a little closer to him and lifted my gown, showing him the silky pink panties I had on underneath.

  And no bra.

  I ran my free hand along my breasts, pinched the nipples, and watched the hunger in his eyes grow as quickly as his thick dick in his shorts.

  “Oh fuck, Steph,” he groaned. “I gotta get out of here.”

  I heard my mom’s voice calling for me, so I quickly dropped the gown and sat back down. “Yes, yes you do,” I replied and realized I was soaking wet just from my little show for him.

  “Damn,” Whitt said and licked his lips. “You’re going to give me superhero healing powers with that show.”

  “Especially because you know there’s more for you when you get out,” I said and leaned forward. “I can’t wait to ride your cock, Whitt. I’m aching for it.”

  He exhaled, and my mom came in, utterly oblivious to what she’d just interrupted.

  Whitt dragged the hospital blankets up across his lap though, and I thought I saw a blush creep across his face.

  “Uh, hey there,” he said and looked up at Mom. “I’d shake your hand, but I can’t touch anyone right now.”

  “I’d give you a big old hug if I could,” Mom gushed, and my eyes caught Whitt’s behind her back. We fought our urges to collapse into laughter over that image. My mom hugging him and finding him ready to go with a massive rock hard dick for her daughter.

  God, I wouldn’t hear the end of it though, thank god she couldn’t touch him. I didn’t think she’d even caught on to the fact that I was dating any of them, let alone all three.

  How awkward that conversation was going to be.

  “I just want to say thank you so much for saving my daughter’s life,” Mom continued. “I can’t imagine a world without her in it. I would have been devastated had anything happened to her. But you risked your own life to save my little girl, and for that, I will be eternally grateful.”

  I hope she remembered that when we decided to come clean and let her know I had three hot guys in my life. I’d have to remind her if she had a problem with our unconventional arrangement.

  “It’s not a problem,” Whitt said. “I couldn’t imagine a world without Stephanie in it either. Saving her was the only option I had at that point.”

  Mom caught on suddenly and turned to look down at me. She raised her eyebrows in query. She must have seen how I was with Rome and even Barrett. She must be confused, but I remained entirely unreadable for her. I wasn’t quite ready to break it all open just yet.

  “Okay,” Mom said in too loud of a voice. “We shouldn’t stay so long though. You need your rest and Stephanie really needs to get back to bed.”

  “Thank you for bringing her up here,” Whitt said, and I smiled at him. He was the perfect gentleman when he was around parents and teachers. Only I knew his sexy secret side as the bisexual, sex-crazed boy I loved so much.

  “I’ll call you later,” I told him and gave him a deliberate wink.

  I could wait until I was alone in my room and video chat with him, give him another little show to help him pass the time in his recovery.

  “Can’t wait,” he said and deliberately looked down at his lap. Mom had turned to walk away by then, so she didn’t notice a thing.

  But I was burning hot on the way back down to my room, not from the fire, but from the desire I felt for Whitt and the need to make him feel better.

  I didn’t have a favorite with my three guys. They were all so different but equal in my mind.

  But at that moment I wanted Whitt more than I wanted either of the other two.

  I wasn’t sure if it was because he’d saved my life if it was because he wasn’t feeling a hundred percent because of the burns, or if it was merely because I’d forgiven him one hundred percent.

  Whatever the reason, I couldn’t wait to see him.

  Until then, we could sustain ourselves with video calls and stolen moments in the dark of our hospital rooms.

  For now, it would be enough.

  Chapter 70

  I got out of the hospital before Whitt.

  I was there for seven days, and he had to stay for another three.

  I was dying to get home and have a decent bath, dive into some good food, and sleep in my own bed.

  Becca still hadn’t been found.

  They’d discovered her father’s stolen BMW SUV parked behind some dumpsters in a shitty part of town, but nobody had seen Becca. In that spot there had been no cameras either, so she had vanished into the city without a trace.

  I won’t lie, it made me feel jumpy knowing she was out there somewhere. I felt safe at home, Dad had hired extra security for the front gate and the grounds, but I worried about going back to school.

  I felt vulnerable going back, walking to classes on my own, or even going back to the locker room or girl’s washrooms.

  The thought of being anywhere like that terrified me, and I had been told it would take a long time for me to get over it.

  If I ever did.

  Dad drove me home from the hospital in the morning. I was allowed to go up and say goodbye to Whitt, and this time I was even allowed to hug him and kiss him.

  Mom had been there, so it hadn’t gotten too X rated, but there were some whispered promises for when he got out.

  I sat in the back seat with Mom while Dad drove, and the two of them finally seemed to be getting along better.

  Now that Mom could see I was on the road to recovery, she relaxed around them, and I could see small traces of the chemistry that had brought them together long enough to get married and make me.

  It was still not enough to make them want each other now, thank god, but it was nice to see that I’d been born into what had once been a loving marriage.

  When we got home, I noted the two extra guys at the front gate and spotted another guard walking a German Shepherd along the fence perimeter.

  He pulled up in front of the house, and I was surprised to find a big crowd of people waiting for me.

  Rome and Barrett were there, of course. Roland and
his boyfriend, as well as most of the house staff. Sienna and a few kids from school, including Chase who had his arm around her when we drove up.

  I was happy for her. She’d been trying to get him to be more open about their relationship in public for a few weeks now.

  I was also surprised but happy to see Kit waiting. I worried there would be some weirdness with her and Mom, but when we got out, it all seemed to go smoothly.

  Mom had been staying at the house when she wasn’t in my hospital room, so she must have already met Kit and realized what was going on.

  I stepped out of the Range Rover, dropped to the ground and threw myself into Barrett and Rome’s arms.

  “God, I missed this,” I said and felt tears sting my eyes.

  I’d only been away for a week, but it felt like I’d been gone for a lifetime.

  I was a completely different person now than I’d been the night of the big game when I’d left home.

  I’d been naïve back then, petty and obsessed with stupid things like material wealth and getting Becca back.

  Now I felt almost ancient. I had been forced to grow up and confront a lot of the things that I’d gotten wrong about life.

  I’d been forced in the most traumatic way to realize what was important, and how meaningless all those hours spent worrying about status had been.

  I had my family, my friends, and my boys. I was rich beyond my years now that I finally accepted what I had right in front of me.

  “We missed you so much too,” Barrett said, hugging me tight against him. “Fuck, Steph, it was horrible around here without you. I’m sorry again that I ever left you, you know. I can’t believe I’d been so fucking stupid to walk away from the only good thing I’ve ever had.”

  “It’s okay,” I told him and sniffled. “All is forgiven, all of it is in the past.”

  Rome grabbed me then and pulled me against him. “Fuck off, B man,” he said. “Stop hogging her… I need some love.”

  I laughed and looked up at him. “You have all the love you need, Rome. Anything you want from me, you know it’s yours.”

  Dad cleared his throat and said, “We have food inside, and there might be a couple presents for you.”