Perception

Part 2

I let my eyes fall half closed while maintaining eye contact. Slowly I pull the string from the hood on my hoodie, and shove it in my shorts pocket. Standing slowly, I peel the sweatshirt up over my abdomen, up and over my head, all the while watching Meanie . I can see from here his cheeks start flushing as he looks from my face down to my chest. For a moment I worry that he will run his hand through his hair as is normal for him. Fortunately, he seems frozen.

I push my hand behind me knowing that I have everyone's attention. Signing WATER, PEROXIDE, and BASTER NOW behind my back, I stalk the room with my hips a rolling smooth gait. Meanie is breathing faster with darting eyes from my face to my hips and back.

"Hold my hips, Meanie" I coo as I reach him. There is some grumbling around the room but I notice Kota is back with the requested items. Gabriel grabs my hips as I lean toward him-my knee on the cushion between his while my other foot rests on the floor.

"Close your eyes, but don't move" I barely whisper. I reach up and gently place both hands on his head when his eyes drift shut. My hands, for once, lack any tremors. Slowly, I move my right hand toward my left. I notice that the others in the room have finally realized what I was doing. Steady, steady, steady. Don't freak out boys! becomes my mantra.

In the next minute-second I turn to Mr. Blackbourne and mouth "GET THE DOOR!". He complies on smooth, silent feet; he barely stirs the air in the room. I make my way to the door, outside, and through the grass all while cupping a most unpleasant passenger. I can tell the others are not right behind me like I expected.

At the tree line I hear the snapping of twigs behind me and figured they finally lost their disbelieving paralysis. I have no idea how no one was shouting-it seems the type of thing several of my boys would do. As I crouch down, I feel an arm band around my already abused neck.

"I got you, slut" McCoy growls in my ear. I can practically feel his sense of victory.

"You need to let me go, Mr. McCoy, or someone will get hurt." I say calmly and quietly.

"What are you going to do, you little bitch? You owe me. Do you see your pack of hornballs out here falling at your feet to save you? Do you think you can get away from me this time?" He practically shouts as he grabs my wrists with his free arm.

"Please don't do this! Someone can get hurt" I implore. He grunts and begins lifting me. I open my hands and feel my passenger scuttle up my hand and leave my skin.

"WHAT THE FUCK!?" and I'm dropped. McCoy swats at his arm leaving an ugly brown and red smear across his skin. I am struck stationary as I watch the morbid tableau.

"What did you do to me, you bitch?" he gasps grabbing his arm below the elbow. His breathing accelerates, but becomes labored, wheezy. Snapping out of my frozen state I grab the hoodie tie from my pocket, and tie it at his elbow. I reach under my arm to dig at something from within my bra band just as the boys reach us. Grabbing the water bottle and baster from Kota, I turn to McCoy.

He stumbles to the ground and leans against the nearby tree. "Bitch..."