Lifting my head from out of his neck to look at him, I arch my eyebrow, “Huh?’’ that’s when I look around and notice Davis isn’t here. Where his bike is usually parked before and after a race is empty.
“He took off on the bike. I don’t know what the fuck he’s playing at. He could have killed one of us,’’ he says as a man with a headset around his head walks up to us.
“Mr. Carter, can you come with us please? It won’t take long, we just need to take you’re statement on tonight’s race for legal and insurance matters.’’
“Yeah,’’ Malik answers, his eyes not looking away from mine. “I’m okay babe. I’m going to go do this then I’ll meet you on the hill. I’m not going to bother going home for a shower. I’ll just wear what I’ve got on.’’
I breathe a sigh of relief knowing I won’t have to go to the party without him. It’s at Chris’s house tonight thanks to his dad being away.
“Hurry up,’’ I tell him, kissing him again. He deepens the kiss making me moan, his tongue massaging mine sensually. My breathing picks up and I become wet between the legs. A loud voice shouting Malik’s name has us breaking apart. He slowly lets me down before kissing my nose with a grin on his face.
“See you in a few.’’
I wave lamely at him until he’s out of sight then make my way back up to the gang. Everyone bombards me with questions, none I thought to ask Malik when I was with him. My first and only priority was seeing if he was okay. Anything beyond that had left my thoughts.
They leave me alone once they realise I don’t have the answers, but when they see Malik jogging up the hill they all rush over to him throwing questions at him.
“Can I talk?’’ Malik groans waiting until everyone quiets down before carrying on. “He’s going to be banned from motocross. They have taken my statement, but there’s nothing they can do until they’ve talked to him and made a decision,’’ he shrugs.
“Where is he?’’ Myles growls looking just as murderous as Malik did earlier on.
“Don’t know, he took off around the side of the track and went through the tape barricade over the back.’’
“I’m off to work,’’ Maverick interrupts. “If you need me or think he’ll cause trouble tonight then give me a text or call.’’
“I will. Where’s Mason gone?’’ Malik asks, that’s when I notice he’s gone.
“He um…’’ Mav looks pained as he looks over to Denny. She looks pale again, her eyes sad and glazed over, her face cast down to the floor. “He left with um…’’
“He left with another bimbo,’’ Denny snaps quickly surprising me. She’s usually quiet around the brothers. I asked her why once and she said they’re loyal to the bone with each other. If she slagged one of them off they’d probably rip her a new one.
“Oh,’’ Malik frowns looking at Denny not knowing what to say.
“See you later, be good,’’ Maverick warns.
“We will,’’ Myles, Max and Malik answer together making us laugh.
The party is in full swing when we turn up. The whole house and the outside is swarming with people. I’ve been to three of these parties now and never have there been this many people.
I look over to Denny giving her a questioning look.
“It’s because it’s the final race tonight. Kids from other schools come to this party.’’
“Jesus, how the hell is he going to explain the mess to his dad?’’ I ask loudly as we walk up the dirt path to his house. The music is bouncing off the walls and as we walk in Denny has to lean over and shout in my ear.
“Honestly, I don’t know. His dad has never banned him from having a party or had someone watch him so he can’t have one,’’ she shrugs.
Max and Myles disappeared through the crowd when we arrived and Malik has stayed behind me, his hand on my back.
“Do you want a drink?’’ he shouts over the loud music.
I nod my head yes, not needing to tell him what I want as the only drink I’ve ever drunk is WKD blue. He looks at Denny then lifts his hand as if he’s taking a swig of a drink. She shakes her head no which surprises me. Denny uses every opportunity to get drunk when she doesn’t have to go back home to her parents.
We move over to the side of the room so we’re out of the way of people dancing in the middle of the front room whilst we wait for Malik to return with our drinks.
When he returns ten minutes later he looks annoyed shoving his way through the crowd. People congratulate him on his win, but he just nods his head sharply and keeps on walking towards us.
“What’s a matter with you?’’ I grin when he’s close.
“Some fucking girl tried to touch my junk,’’ he growls sounding pissed.
“What?’’ I ask shocked, the smile vanishing from my face. “What did you do?’’
“Pushed her the fuck away. I swear if she was a bloke I’d knock her into next week.’’
“If she was a lad she wouldn’t be touching your junk,’’ Denny sniggers making light of the conversation.
“She had no right touching me, the dirty skank. I feel really fucking violated right now and need a shower,’’ he shivers making me chuckle.
“Oh baby, want me to make it better?’’ I ask seductively pressing my body against his. I’m wrapping my arms around his neck when his phone vibrates in his front pocket.
“Pleased to see me?’’ I tease.
He chuckles lightly giving me a kiss on the nose before he pulls his phone out of his pocket. He looks down frowning then it starts ringing again.
“Hello?’’ he shouts. “What? Hold on, let me go outside,’’ he shouts into the phone as he gestures for Denny and I to follow him.
Outside he starts to talk, the expression on his face going from relaxed to tense which has me on high alert.
“Be there in twenty minutes,’’ he says before putting the phone down. He looks across the yard as if he’s looking for someone. I try to see who he could be looking for, but his voice startles me and makes me jump. “Kyle,’’ he booms. I look over noticing a big built lad chatting up a tiny red head. When he hears Malik he turns his head and grins, walking away from the girl he was talking to.
“What’s up dude? Heard congratulations are in order,’’ he says, but Malik doesn’t let him talk any further before he interrupts.
“Do you have a car? Mason is in trouble and I need to go to him now,’’ he says rushed and my head whips around to him.
“What’s happened?’’ Denny and I ask worried.
“Yeah mate,’’ Kyle answers, his posture serious.
“Babe, stay here with Denny. I don’t want you around this,’’ he says before walking off.
“Malik, wait! What’s going on? Is Mason okay?’’
“I don’t know. A friend of mine from another school just called saying Mason is in trouble. Apparently Davis and his brothers are there. I need to go, I’m sorry,’’ he says looking completely torn. Knowing what I know about Davis and his brother I understand why he needs to go.
“Go. Call me and let me know,’’ I tell him then watch him rush down the lane to where Kyle’s car is parked.
I turn to Denny who looks really pale and I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her.
“It’s going to be okay,’’ I assure her.
“I don’t even know why I’m worried. He deserves an ass kicking, but I don’t like the thought of him getting hurt,’’ she tells me sadly, her eyes watering.
“Come on, let’s go inside. I need the bathroom.’’
When we get inside Denny decides she needs a bottle of water before we head off upstairs. The place is starting to clear out as I hear a few people talking about going into town. They must be the people who are legal to drink because I’ve never seen them around here or at school.
I stand to the side when someone pushes past me, knocking me off balance, spilling my drink in the process, the cool liquid running down my arm.
“Shit!’’ I mum
ble, shaking droplets of water from off my hand and arm.
“You okay?’’ Denny asks as she walks over with her water.
“Yeah, just got bumped into,’’ I tell her as we make our way up the stairs.
“Where is everyone?’’ Denny asks sounding curious.
“I was thinking the same thing. It seems pretty empty compared to what it was like when we first arrived. I did hear someone mention ‘town’ though,’’ I tell her, stepping over empty beer cans and beer bottles on the stairs.
“Oh shit yeah. There’s this DJ everyone has been going crazy about for the past week that is coming to town. He must be playing at one of the clubs tonight. No wonder it’s freaking emptying out so quickly,’’ she chuckles.
We head to the first door and open it and notice a double bed inside. This must be his dad’s room and off limits because it doesn’t look like anyone has been in here. I notice another door over to my right and look at Denny, “Do you think that’s an en-suite?’’
“Yeah,’’ she whispers, like we’re about to commit a crime. It makes me chuckle as she slowly closes the door behind us, looking in the corridor first to make sure no-one saw us.
I make my way into the bathroom and make quick work of relieving myself and cleaning up. Denny is sitting on the bed when I walk out. She jumps up practically running at me.
“Jeeze, take your time. I’m dying for a wee.’’
I laugh and gesture to the bathroom, “It’s all yours,’’ I laugh.
I take another sip of my drink, the taste not as nice as I remembered. While I wait for Denny I take stock of the room. It’s pretty old fashioned. The walls are a plain white, with a horrible pattern on, and the light fittings are those old fashioned type lamps. The thing that makes me cringe the most and has me wondering if this is in fact a man’s room is the flowery bed sheet and the curtains that match. Not even my Gram’s would be seen having those sheets on her bed. The chest of drawers and wardrobe are a matching mahogany varnished colour. The rest of the room is plain and simple looking. There aren’t any family photos, any knick-knaks or any kind of personal items around the room.
Denny emerges from the bathroom ten minutes later looking pale as shit again. I stand up off the disgusting flowery bed to greet her.
“Are you getting enough vitamins?’’ You look pale as shit Denny,’’ I tell her, and then I step forward getting a whiff of the bathroom. “Have you been sick?’’
“Yeah,’’ she says looking ashamed. “I think the heat is getting to me.’’
She does look hot. Grabbing her water off the bed I hand it to her.
“Come on; let’s get some fresh air,’’ I say softly, my lips feeling numb for some reason.
Although the house has emptied a little, Chris still hasn’t turned the music down. I can feel the walls vibrating as I use the wall to support me as we walk down the stairs.
By the time we’re outside, I feel like I’m wringing in sweat. My muscles feel like I’ve been running for miles and my head is pounding.
“Are you okay?’’
“I’m…feeling…not… good,’’ I slur, and my mind starts to panic. What the hell is going on? Why is my hand not moving? I move my head to look down, but it flops with a heavy thud catching me off balance and sending me to the floor.
Denny’s face blurs in front of me and I can hear her screaming, but my mind doesn’t register what she’s trying to say to me. Opening my mouth to speak nothing comes out. It feels swollen, and when I try to feel my lips with my tongue I scream.
My tongue, where has my tongue gone? Oh my God, someone’s cut it out. What the hell is going on? I can feel my chest rising and falling in a rapid pace.
When my eyes try to focus above me, I barely make out Denny’s body before she slumps down on top of me. I let out a scream feeling suffocated, but it sounds more like a moan making whoever is near us laugh.
Denny’s body is crushing mine and I start to panic. She’s stopping me breathing. Am I breathing?
A flash of white has me blinking my eyes open, sounds of talking registering in my mind and I recognise the sound of one of the voices, but I don’t remember who.
“Mom? Dad? Can we go home now?’’ I slur to my parents standing in front of me.
“You need to run Harlow. You need to run,’’ my parents yell, but their voices sound like whispers to me.
“Why would I run when I’m home,’’ I tell them as I’m roughly placed on something lumpy. My body screams out in pain, wondering what the hell is going on. Is someone hurting me? What is that wetness? Am I crying?
“Mom, dad, I’m scared. What’s happening to me?’’ I cry out, feeling something touch my leg. Instinct is telling me to run, to run as fast as I can, but my legs won’t move. It’s like they’re been tied down and restrained by pressure of a million bricks.
“Help!’’ I croak out, feeling my throat tighten.
Someone lays on top of me, their breathing making me cringe as they talk into my ear, “I told you I’d make you feel good.’’
That’s when I recognise the voice, it’s Davis. No…no…no…no…no. No! I try to move, to get away, but his hand clamps around my throat choking me to death. Please no. Malik? Mom? Dad? Where are you? Help me! I’m scared.
The last thing I remember is cool air hitting my bare chest before I feel myself blackout.
Chapter Twenty One
Malik
What a bunch of fucking pussies. My fists clench and for what seems like the thousandth time today, I want to punch someone or something, but then fights with brick walls have never ended well for me or my fists.
“Where did they say they were?’’ Kyle speaks for the first time since we left Chris’s. The sick feeling in my stomach has increased since I left Harlow with Denny alone at the party. I know Myles and Max will be around there somewhere, but knowing both of them they’ll be both deep inside some slut wherever she spread her legs.
“You know the backfields where we all hang out in the summer holidays? By the lake? There.’’
“What’s he doing there?’’
“Fuck knows. The last I heard he was banging some fucking chick in the fields after the race.’’
“I know, I saw them together, that’s why I asked. I can’t see how he would have gotten there. It doesn’t add up. It takes less than half an hour to get there and when you got the call you weren’t there that long. I noticed you walking in with your girl. Which I’m pissed off at by the way, you always get the good ones. Fuck, if she was a few years older I’d totally bang her,’’ he chuckles, but shuts up when he looks across to me and see’s my pissed off face. I think about what he said and he’s right. Not about Harlow, but about Mason. There is no way Mason could have gotten there that quickly. He hasn’t even got his car with him tonight and I doubt any girl he fucked tonight has a car. Most of the time they’re barely out of nappies, they act that immature.
“Turn left here. Let’s go to the field,’’ I tell him, that sick feeling coming back in full force.
Unwinding the window I let the cool breeze blow across my face. My body feels like it’s burning up.
“You okay?’’
“Yeah, I just have a bad feeling in my gut mate.’’
He doesn’t say anything else as we turn into the field ten minutes later. At first I don’t see anyone, but then I see Mason looking to the ground pacing. Once he hears the car his body sags with relief and I wonder what the fuck those assholes did to him.
“Are you okay?’’ I shout as I jump out of the car, running over to him.
“It’s not the end of the world,’’ Mason chuckles. “I lost my phone bro, I think I’ll live.’’
“I had a phone call saying you were getting harassed by Davis and his brother,’’ I tell him, eyeing him warily, that’s when I catch the girl he’s with look to the floor and take a step back. The movement seems strange and I know she knows something.
“You?’’ I growl. “Why’d ya move b
ack?’’
“Huh… I… I don’t know what you mean,’’ she squeaks out, looking around with wide eyes.
Mason looks at her confused before looking back at me. The girl is nervous, looking around her like she’s waiting for someone to come out and rescue her.
“Tell me now,’’ I snap. “Why did someone tell me he was getting beat up?’’
“I… I don’t know,’’ she says trying to come off sounding strong, but her tone suggests otherwise. She’s hiding something and Mason has picked up on it when his eyes harden towards her.
“Don’t piss me off, I’m not in the fucking mood, now tell me what the fuck you know,’’ I yell, not feeling the least bit guilty for shouting at a girl.
“I don’t know what…’’
“Angie, tell him the fucking truth now,’’ Mason snaps.
Her face pales and she looks at me for the first time with wide scared eyes. I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for her. Whatever she’s about to say is going to piss me off, I can feel it in my fucking bones.
“Talk,’’ I boom.
“Okay… okay…I’m sorry,’’ she cries, tears falling and still, I feel no sympathy. “He told me to.’’
“Who told you to do what?’’ I ask, my back straightening.
“He said all I needed to do was to keep Mason here with me until someone came here for us,’’ she stutters through her tears.
“And here I thought you were a nympho,’’ Mason deadpans.
“It wasn’t like that. He told me to keep you entertained. I slept with you so I could get him off my back.’’
“Did he specifically ask for Mason?’’ I ask before asking who he is.
“No, he said any one of you, Mason is just the easiest,’’ she tells me blushing.
“I feel so violated and used,’’ my brother announces actually sounding hurt.
I roll my eyes smacking him on the head. He gives me a glare before turning his attention back to Angie.
“Who is he?’’
“He’ll hurt me,’’ she tells us panicked.
“So will we if you don’t fucking tell us,’’ I growl bluffing like fuck. I’d never lay a hand on a woman, no matter how much I wanted to.
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