Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I grunted, trying to pull myself up to sit as I sat hunched over. My head spun and I winced in pain at the flare of hot fire ricocheting through my head and stiff body. Another noise came from the front and I shook my head, trying to clear my blurry vision. Something was covering it.
I bought my handcuffed hands up and wiped at my eyes, feeling something smear across my face and hands. I pulled my eyes away and took in the blood coating my hands. I simply wiped my hands on my skirt, allowing myself to feel for the wound and I soon found a gash on the side of my head.
I must have slammed my head into something or someone really hard.
I looked down to see my legs stuck in place, with the driver's seat pushing up against my legs and trapping them. I instead tried to focus, turning my head to check my surroundings.
Bentley was slumped over a men, both unconscious but breathing and looking to be alright. I couldn't face the man on my other side so instead, I turned to see who was moving in the front.
It turned out to be the driver who was pulling himself straight, holding a hand to his head as he muttered incoherent words. From the mirror above, I could see the large gash on his head where he hit his head on the wheel. Blood seeped down his head and into his eyes, covering the entire left side of his face.
I watched as he looked for his phone, eventually finding it near Hendrix's feet, who was sitting leaning on the window, his eyes close. Bloom created a slow river from a wound on his collarbone where the seatbelt had dug into his skin and saved him from leaving through the windscreen.
The driver lifted his eyes and we made eye contact in the mirror. He quickly eyed the phone on the floor and then looked back at me.
I couldn't let him phone for back up. This was our only chance.
So just as he lunged to go over the middle console, I leapt forward and brought my arms over the headrest and his head, pulling back on his throat. I pulled hard, pushing my handcuffs against his rough skin. I just had to cut off his breath enough to knock him unconscious.
His hands clawed at mine; his nails scratching and drawing blood but I ignored him, gritting my teeth and pulling harder. After minutes of our struggle, he slowly stopped moving and his hands fell away.
With a deep breath of relief, I lifted my hands away and brought them back. That's when Hendrix began waking up and eventually he was stumbling out of the car and opening Bentley's door, just as he began waking up as well.
Hendrix looked slightly pale and he winced from the wound on his shoulder as he moved, but he pulled the man out of the car before carefully grabbing Bentley's damaged body. I grabbed Bentley's legs, gently shoving him out whilst shuffling out myself.
