Chapter 7 - Abusing

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I blinked and gave a gulp before I stepped closer to Derek’s car.  I just had to get the guitar and find… freaky Kam and get out of this place.  I couldn’t deal with this place, first Shade was creepy, Kam too stalker-like, and now Luna being… crazy.  How could someone do that?  I mean, it would be all over the news if that happened.  It would be everywhere… wouldn’t it?

            “Help…”

            I looked up to see the piece of crap called a car.  I grimaced when I saw people taking pictures of it.  Because Derek was taped on the car his pants down and tape wrapped around his waist and shoulders and his hands under his butt, trapping them.  He looked at me, “Help…”

            I snorted, “Wow, Derek, you look so…”

            “Shut up, Blu, and freaking help me,” he mumbled.

            “Who did this?”

            “Ghost.”

            “Why?”

            “Uh,” he looked at me, “For proving my point.”

            “Your still gay,” I snickered and he rolled his eyes.

            “Fuck you, I don’t need your help,” he said and then spotted Kit and her clones walking down the path.  He caught sight of Lia and Ivory, and gulped.  He whined out, “Help…”

            “I thought you didn’t need my help,” I replied.

            “Uh,” he croaked, like admitting this was the worst thing on this planet, “I lied.”

            “Oh,” I raised an eyebrow, “Really?”

            He groaned, “Blu, I’ll burn your guitar up if you don’t get me down FROM HERE!”

            I sighed; I grabbed the tape from his shoulders and ripped.  He groaned out in pain.  I smirked, “It shouldn’t hurt, you don’t have hair on your shoulder.”

            “There’s little tiny ones, you got them,” he said.

            I smacked him on the cheek.

            “EVERYONE HAS THEM!” he yelled out.

            I grabbed the other side and ripped.  He sighed, “That wasn’t so bad, I just got to think happy thoughts.”

            I kept ripping and his shoulders were all reddened.  I looked at him, “Don’t yell out.”

            He was mumbling “happy thoughts” repeatedly and smiled contently when I stopped when I grabbed a piece of tape around his waist and waited a second.  He smiled at me, “It’s gone?”

            “Just a few small ones,” I gulped, “I’m sorry…” And waited a second and began to slowly tug.

            “For what... AHHHH!  MOTHER OF GOD AND ALL THAT’S HOLY!!!” he screamed out and groaned, “Oh, dear lord.”

            “Now, that’s what a bikini wax feels like,” I smirked, “They had to pull your pants down!”

            I closed my eyes as I finished the last off and he pulled his briefs on first.  I smirked, “Brief boy?”

            “Shut it, boxers feel wrongs, all wild and lose… its wrong,” he groaned, rolling his eyes, “Will you leave me alone?”

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