Downright Delinquents

Chapter Seventeen

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Dedication: WriterWannabeZOMG for the amazing cover on the side - thank you!

Hey guys, sorry for the longer than normal wait for this update, but my school assessments come before my leasure writing.

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I had myself in a bit of a pickle, you could say.

My back was blazing in pain, from when she had struck the cigarette into my skin. It sizzled. Yes, actually sizzled my skin. I was trying not to scream out in agony but I couldn't help whimper as she ripped my hair, snapping my head backwards. I blinked rapidly, trying to remain conscious. It hurt beyond belief.

"You think you're so tough because you were sent to isolation." she spat out, her ragged breath on my ear, sounding like she smoked three packs a day. "But guess what? You're not the only one. Don't act like it's a sash."

"I don't." I bit back savagely, attempting to pry her hands from around my neck. "Is that why you're trying to maul me? Because of what you think I'm doing?"

"No, I know." she ground out. "And don't talk back. You think you're the hottest thing on this planet. You and that blonde twit."

"Oh, so you can-" I began, but was interrupted when she hauled me from my feet, so that I stumbled back, hitting the ground painfully.

She grabbed the cigarette, which was still burning and jabbed it, pressing it underneath my eye. A wretched scream tore from my throat and thank the Lord above, she removed it. My breath was coming out in pants and my hands were trembling.

"You need to start listening more."

"You're not my mother. I don't have to do what you say." I retorted, glad my voice came out as strong as I intended.

And with that, I swung backwards, my head connected with her nose. Pain skittered across my skull and I heard her muffle cry, alongside a disturbing crack. Her grip went slack around me and I took the opportunity to leap to my feet. I went to make a run for it, when her hand enclosed around my ankle. She ripped my leg out from under me before I could even blink. My forehead smashed against the hard ground and I sucked in a breath, causing me to inhale some grass. Yeah, ever so pleasant. I gritted my teeth, anger pulsating through my veins to the extent they tingled underneath the surface of my skin.

"I. Don't. Think. So." she breathed, sounding like Darth Vader.

I jerked my leg back, kicking her upside the head. She growled with hatred, practically spitting fire. She began clawing at my legs, ripping at my skin through my pants. I scrunched up my face and bit my tongue, refusing to let out another sound.

Where was my knife when I needed it?

I used to always have it on me and now, this is the second time I've gotten myself into a fight and I haven't had it to protect me. I was letting my guard down too frequently. I struggled against her, flailing and thrashing wildly. She punched me as hard as she could, in the spine and I cried out, my body spasming. The muscles in my back jerked and I began twitching slightly as I tried to regain control of myself. Using my paralysed state to her advantage, she mounted on top of me, flopping me over and slamming me onto my back. My teeth hit together, causing my whole mouth to erupt in pain. I bit my tongue again, but this time accidentally. I felt the hot, tangy blood flood my mouth and begin to trickle down the corner of my lips. I seriously don't know how, but she still had hold of her cigarette. She flung her arm up, projecting it into the side of my neck, near my artery. I felt the flare of it, but managed to whip my head away, so it couldn't do much damage.