Bad boy

✪ Part 3 ✪

☆ Kate's POV ☆

I didn't want to call for Tom's help. I knew better, but Bill didn't, too. I ended the call and sped walked over towards the community pool, which was closed. God, what am I thinking!? I'm such an idiot. The old bunch of men got closer.

"Shit..." I muttered, hunkering over behind the gates of the pool. I heard the rumbling engines of the old men's cars getting closer. I felt the panic set in. I held my phone close to my chest. Now, I want to yell for Tom.

I crawled into the pools bathrooms, and it smelled like feet. I gagged, and then I crawled out and made my way behind a post that was holding up the roof of the consessions. I covered my mouth. My breathing was super fast and heavy. I get anxious very easily, so this ain't helping anything. I looked up and heard the gate to the pool rattle.

I got super scared. I looked over and saw the old men gathered around the gate, beating on it. What did those freaks want? Money, sex, drugs? I grabbed a stone that was sitting on the ground next to me and held it in my palm.

"Shit, shit, shit..." I whispered to myself. Fearing the worst. I gathered the courage to crawl into the storage room of the pool. I shut the door quickly. I'm stupid for not even trying to go with Tom to wherever he went off, too!

The rattling on the gate became loud and more intense, I heard the men yell. They all sounded like 90 year old smokers with lung disease. I looked out the peep hole and saw an eye looking right back at me! I gasped and fell back into all the pool floats and supplies. The door handle began to shake.

The anxious girl I am, I tried to make a run for it. I pushed the door open and crawled between the man's legs, but I got grabbed by my foot and was flipped over. "AHHH! STOP!" I screamed. The old men knelt down close to my face. They ran their fingers through my hair and down my cheeks. "PERVERTS!" I screamed, my face now bright red with anger.

One of the men had a joint in his hand. He bent down to where the head was and swirled the smoke around my face. "GET OFF ME!" My voice squeaked. I felt weak. These men had no muscle on them, but I knew that with all 6 of them, they could overpower me easily.

"Don't play hard to get beautiful," the old man chuckled. I spit in his face. He slapped my cheek with a little force. "YOU BITCH!" I screamed and kicked one of the men in the groin.

"Those could have gone to good use!" The man I kicked yelled. I scoffed, but someone grabbed my wrist and yanked me to my feet. It was another old man, but this one was scary. He had a glass eye, bandana over his head, and leather clothing on. Must have been a biker.

"Kick my son again. You'll regret it!" The man whispered into my ears. My body tensed. My man gripped the back of my hair and pulled my head back, causing me to fall. I tried to pull his hand away, but he was too strong. Tears of anger rolled down my face.

I had the bright idea to yell. Yell Tom's name at the top of my lungs. "TOM!" I screamed. All the men tried to shut me up. "TOMMM!" I screamed again. Still no response.

"LET ME THE FUCK GO!" I screamed. The old man caused me to scrape my knees on the pools edge. One of the men groped my chest to shut me up. It didn't work, I screamed more.

The man with the joint dropped it onto my arm and let it give me a slight burn. I screamed and kicked around, but they grabbed my feet. I was in big trouble now. I heard the swish of a knife blade open, right next to my ear. I gulped.

"Where's your wallet, pretty girl?" The old scary man asked. "I DONT HAVE IT WITH ME YOU FREAK!" I yelled. The old man stood up and looked down at me in anger. I felt a foot on my neck.

I gasped and tried to push the foot away. I felt my throat collapse under his foot. "S-STOP!" I cried out. Making all the men laugh like a bunch of hyenas.

I felt myself give out. Time was running short. I felt two hands cover my eyes, and my body was lifted. I panicked. Where are they taking me?

I felt myself going lightheaded. "MY WALLET IS IN MY RED SUBARU!" I lied. They bought it and dropped me to the ground and rushed over to some random red SUBARU. I crawled away from the pools edge.

I heard footsteps behind me, and someone grabbed my arm and yanked me up. Here we go again. I swung my arm around, but it was caught. I turned around, and I was face to face with Tom. His face was contorted in anger and frustration.

"Warum schreist du nach mir?" Tom asked in German. So the men couldn't understand. "Diese alten Freaks haben versucht, mich auszurauben!" I whispered back. Tom looked over at the men and back at me.

He pulled me back into the storage closet and locked the door. Wish I did that earlier. Tom put his hand over my mouth to hush down my heavy breathing. His eyes darted from me to the door repeatedly. "Tom..." I whispered.

He looked at me, his brows furrowed in anger. I shut up and took his hand away from my mouth. "You ruined my chance with a hot chick," Tom whispered. His voice filled with anger. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

He glanced over at me and rolled his eyes. "I needed help," I said. Tom looked over at me and hushed me with his finger at my lips. Maybe that's his way to finally touch my lips. Bill said he had always wanted to touch my lips.

"Do I have to make you shut your damn mouth?" Tom hissed. I raised one brow, and he's making me mad now. The door  handle rattled. So, instead of taking my anger out on Tom, I slammed my fist on the door and screamed like a mad woman. Cursing the men out with every word in the book.

Tom stepped back from me. Thinking I was crazy. I beat on the door until the men left. I walked out, but Tom grabbed my wrist. "You're not going out there alone," Tom growled.

"Whatever," I spat. I pulled my wrist free from his grasp. But he pulled me back. "LET ME G-" Tom cut me off. "You can't be trusted anywhere, can you?" He murmured.