Chapter 21
Megan's POV
Oh. My. God.
There is no worse torture than having to listen to an absolute airhead babble about her dog for fourty five minutes straight.
"And then he did this weird thing with his tail and I was so confused. But then, he squatted and shat on the lawn! Like oh em gee I totally didn't see that coming!" Kelly exclaimed, basking in the memory of her dog taking a sh*t.
"Oh my gosh, me neither." I said dully, completely disinterested.
I picked at my nails while she proceeded to talk about how she didn't have a bag to put the sh*t in and how it was oh-so scandalous when people didn't pick up after their pets.
Once, I really had to pee so I went and sh@t in the woods. Is that scandalous too? Because poop can be good fertilizer.
Just saying.
Suddenly, the door burst open to reveal an angry looking Chris.
"Kelly get out of here." He barked.
She scurried out of the room with her obnoxiously loud stilletos and closed the doors behind her.
"What's wrong?" I asked, trying to sound concerned.
"I think it's time we taught Jale a lesson."
"What? Why?" I asked nervously.
"Because he's been talking back to me, that's why." He seethed. "You're not having secong thoughts, are you?" He studied me attentively.
"Second thoughts?" I scoffed. "Second thoughts?! Ha. Second thoughts are for weaklings." I smirked, snaking my arms around his waist. "I am not a weakling." I whispered and he shuddered.
"Good." He grabbed my hand and led me through hallways and down some stairs.
Just as we were about to enter a room, Chris stopped abruptly.
"Let's make this painful for him." He grinned sickly.
I grinded my teeth together as he scooped up my thighs and lifted me up against his chest. I begrudgingly wrapped my legs around his hips and swallowed back rising bile.
"Let's do this baby." I bit my lip.
He pushed the door back with his back and I was surprised by the look of the place.
This looks like an abandoned cellar. Kind of like in the movies...
It was very dark and musty. The air felt humid, thick and heavy. The walls were made of cement and had cracks in them. The place was deserted, or so it seemed.
"Kiss me." Chris ordered.
I did as he asked and pressed my lips against his. They felt so dry and wrong against mine.
"Hey Jale! How would you like, to watch a show?" Chris said in mock enthusiasm, letting me go.
He walked up to the bars of the cellar that seemed empty to me.
"Show yourself!" Chris barked. "I brought you a surprise." He coaxed.
Out of the far corner of the cellar, a mass stirred. Slowly, it came forth and I gasped in surprise.
Jale stood hagard before us. He looked awful. He was pale, his hair was a mess, his eyes were bloodshot and he had prominent dark circles under them. I could see a faint stubble on his chin starting to form.
He slowly trained his eyes on me and my heart broke. He looked so pained to see me, so lost. His bottom lip quivered and a tear slipped out of his eye. There was not a sound to be heard.
Meanwhile, Chris' hands snaked around my waist and pressed me against his groin. I shivered in disgust and refrained myself from gagging.
I pulled back abruptly, my hands still on his chest.
"Wait. Theres something you should know."
"What?" He growled, his voice full of lust.
Think fast Megan, think fast.
"I like it kinky." I winked, making him growl even more.
I will die of embarassment. And then I'll be off to party with the devil.
"I have just the thing." He turned around and scurried off to find something.
I swear if he brings out handcuffs, I will deck him here an now.
As I waited, I heard faint sobs coming from Jale but I refused to glance in his direction.
"How's this?" Chris asked, waving around an object that I will never look at the same again.
He brought a fly swatter? What the f*ck am I supposed to do with a fly swatter?!
"That's the best you could do?" I stared at him disbelievingly.
He seemed taken aback by my question. I rolled my eyes impatiently.
"Where the storage?"
"R-right here."
I looked in the tiny storage room and found a stainless steel spatula.
Oh god I'm going to die of humiliation.
I turned around with a smug smile on my face. "Now this is what I'm talking about."
His eyes widened and his little "friend" was getting excited.
Don't gag. Don't gag. Don't gag. I chanted.
I pouted. "Aren't you going to undress for me?"
"Of course." He peeled his shirt off.
Man this guy was too easy.
I trailed kisses from his jaw to the nape of his head. He shuddered once again and groaned in pleasure. I stood behind him and grimaced, my front against his back.
"You're such a tease." He mumbled.
I stayed quiet and kissed down his back.
With all the energy and strenght I had, I raised my right hand behind my head and sent the spatula pummeling to Chris' head. He dropped in one swift motion and I watched as he fell unconcious.
"Hmph." I crossed my arms "Son of a b*tch. God I am going to need so many showers after that."
I grabbed the keys from his pocket and quickly unlocked Jale's cellar.
"Wait. What are you doing? You don't like Chris?" Jale hiccuped in a raspy voice.
"Run now, Oprah later." I answered hastily, grabbing his arm and pulling him along with me.
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Safe. We were safe at last. Or as safe as gang members can be, that is.
I had explained everything to Jale, leaving out stupid details like Kelly's dog's sh*t consistency.
"Did you call the cops?" He asked.
"No, I didn't call the cops. That would put us in trouble too."
"But what about Chris?" He spat his name out venimously.
"Who cares? Besides, I knocked him out with a freaking spatula, I doubt he has enough dignity left to pay us another visit."
For the first time in a while, Jale chuckled. "So you don't really like him?"
"Baby I'd kiss you senseless right now but who knows how many STDs that dirtbag's given me."
"I love you." He said out of the blue.
I smiled and thought back to all our amazing moments.
"What a f*cking coincidence. I love you too."
***End of chapter 21***
A/N: This is not the end.
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--M