Addiction (ongoing)

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Sunny Taylor

I took a step back, feeling awfully close to my locker. I shook my head and said, "My- My name i- is Sunny Taylor."

He shook his head and let out a light chuckle, saying, "I am not stupid, Delilah. I know exactly who you are. You are Delilah Winley, cousin of Daniella. I have some things I think you should know. But I want something in return."

He got closer, and I took another step away from him, my back banging against the locker. My heart raced and my hands blindly felt around for anything to hit him with, but I found nothing of use.

He smirked, placing both hands above me on the locker. His eyes peered down my shirt and I wrinkled my nose in disgust. His eyes then flickered back to mine, and I saw the predatory look in them, reminding me of the man who attacked me.

He lightly said, "I will tell you everything I know about Daniella's death, and in exchange you get to tell both me and all your little friends the truth."

I shook my head no, but secretly wondered if there was another way to get that information. He confirmed that more went down about her death than I thought.

I used my hand in attempt to push him away, and he laughed at me, leaning in so his body held mine against my locker.

I felt his muscles against me, and my fear deepened if that was possible. He was too strong for me to fight back.

He smirked, and his face slowly inched near mine. I decided to try to get him to stop with my words, "Wait! I might know a couple things that would be of use to you."

He raised an eyebrow, pulling back and saying, "And what would these things pertain to?"

Well, crap, Delilah, look where you have gotten yourself. I tried to quickly think of something and finally said, "Things that pertain to Blake's group and his position."

His eyes widened, as if he had hit the jackpot. I had just winged it, but apparently I said something right.

"Tell me and maybe, just maybe, I won't hurt you," He smirked at me. I frowned, knowing I was screwed.

"Well, I can't just tell you." I said, trying to draw out the conversation and quickly glancing around for someone, anyone, to help me.

His eyes grew angry and he grabbed my shoulders, pulling my forward then slamming me back against the lockers as he yelled, "You are making it up! You don't know shit!"

I began to cry, the pain taking over my body. Next thing I knew, a fist connected with Jason's face and he was flying away from me. A warm pair of hands grabbed me, and through the panicked blur, I barely could make out David's face.

I couldn't make any words and he just stared into my eyes, as if he was searching for something. He finally whispered, "Are you okay?"

I gulped and nodded, taking deep breaths and trying to picture myself in a peaceful place away from Jason.

David ushered me over to the freshman hall, glaring at a couple making out who quickly scampered away after seeing who we were. The perks of being in the popular group of kids.

I sat down, leaning against the locker and silently crying. He sat next to me, putting his hands on his knees in the same fashion as me, and sighed. I turned to him finally and said, "Thank you for saving me."

He nodded and said, "I am always there for my friends. I was going to my locker when I heard you hitting the locker. I am glad I got there in time."