Wonderland | H.S.

Chapter Two

Time Sta—

"Does it even fuckin' matter?"

Levi, stop ruining my author's notes.

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Presley's POV | Wonderland

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I was being restrained.

The thoughts running throughout my mind were stronger than my will to live in the current moment, both weakening with the confusion settled on everyone's faces. After minutes of yelling countless stories, nothing made the slightest difference.

Bewildered by my claims of knowing each of the Holy Boys; the dreadful color of my hair—how the putrid red contrasted greatly with the azure in my eyes; why I had decided to crawl on my hands-and-knees during a shootout had been the smartest decision. Ryder had been the one to question my antics of that night, why I hadn't just walked out with customers.

Jokes on him. I should have walked straight into that curtained room with my nipples out for the world to see. Expressed my interest in the afterlife as the men turned their weapons onto my body, playing ruby paint-ball.

Cade held my legs as Levi gripped my shoulders, both lunatics restraining my body from pouncing onto Pretty Boy. For the past however-long-time-matters-little minutes, we had been struggling in this makeshift, war-time position—my body flailing atop the Wonderland bar—while Pretty Boy proved his nonexistent worth, standing aside from the mess like the broken lamp he was.

Was it too daring to flash my nips?

"Stop fuckin' flailing like a goose!" Levi's arm tightened around my collarbones, my back pressed firmly against his chest. "Caden, get the damn knife!" Mommy Blade needed to save me from this hell-hole, plunging deep into my ass-cheek to numb the emotional pain. "Girl's crazier than mud!"

Should I have spun around and inspected the bullet-hole in his chest? Stir the conversation, and ask him how the scar-tissue looked around the pile of lies he spoke. Say, again, should I tell Ryder about how I viciously made-love to Skanky Frog while sat atop the bar he polished with an orange rag?

Cade's brawny head dug into my hip, his arm coiled around my leg like the snake he was, as Levi's palm flattened against my shoulder in hopes I stopped flailing.

Manic in the movements, my hands slap Thor's head, the scene inviting onlookers to stand from the booth. Leave while you could, loser-onlookers.

Wonderland was not for the sane.

Pretty Boy yanked at the curls pooling around his shoulders. Pitiful to see how maddened he was after spending thirteen minutes with me alone. And to think we had spent four-months together without anybody losing their life to the hands of meaningless banter, horrid jokes.

Oh, wait.

"Get off of me, you narcissistic liar!" I commanded Levi, jutting my elbow into his stomach. "And you get away from me, you blonde beast from Hell!" I turned my attention to the freaked Cade, kicking his shoulder to push him away.

They could pin my body to the ground all they wanted in their free-time, but only if they said my name. Roughen the skin on my back as they held sledgehammers above my head, ready to pound the edges of my skull into blimps of ribbons. First, however, they had to list each nickname used by none other than the worst human-being alive in the realms of the imagination.

Was this some time-portal nonsense? If so, could I blimp my flattened breasts back to before I was born?

Behind me, Levi groaned from the fervent force in my jab, picking up the tactics used on those damned men at his club. The ones who attempted to murder me post the spurt of panic. Rather similar to the moment I was ruefully living through, gaining additional bodies under the belt I wasn't wearing. These ridiculous brooms would soon be my victims, accidentally injuring the humans I cared about.