Arch Your Back (BWWM)

Cherry

Violet's POV

I wake up the second night in a row with a headache and panic when I see blood on my pillowcase. I shoot out of bed only to be humbled by the lack of stability my body is providing right now. I hold on to the wall trying to gather myself until I hear giggling in the kitchen. I quickly grab my gun and slowly move outside my room.

I reach the kitchen and lower it when I see my goofy ass best friend in my pajamas, making French Toast. She's on the phone with some body who's got her smiling from ear to ear. I sit down at the table, making my presence known. She sees me and quickly ends her call.

"I'll call you back, Rage. She's up." She says staring at me.

"Yeah, she looks fine. I'll talk to you later. Bye" She puts her phone on the counter and walks over to me.

What the fuck kind of name is Rage?

She goes to touch my forehead. I move her hand. "What are you doing?"

"I'm trying to make sure you're okay. You got hit pretty hard last night." She jogs my memory.

I'm quiet for a minute as I think about the events from last night. "That motherfucker!" I go to stand before wobbling back into my seat.

"Girl, take it easy. You hit your head and you could have a concussion."

"Bitch, you think I could have a concussion and you let me go to sleep?" She shrugs.

"Shit, you passed out before anyone could prevent you from doing so..." she says.

"Nah, who was that motherfucker that did this? I'm pressing charges." She touches my shoulder.

"Girl, trust me. It's been taken care of." She gets up to fix me a plate of food.

"Oh, did the police arrest him?" I ask.

"Not exactly," she responds.

She continues dancing to the music playing from the radio while she flips over the bread in the pan.

"Well, don't hold me back from the suspense. What the fuck happened?" I ask.

"You remember the guys who got us drinks?" She asks.

"How could I forget the redneck and his friend?" I replied.

"Well..." She proceeds to tell me what happened after I was knocked unconscious and what happened when they got to my house.

"You've got to be fucking shitting me right now, Sage! You let this nigga take my car?! My father's car?!" I scream with a million emotions running through me.

"What if he steals my car? Or worse, wrecks it?" I yell at her.

"Oh my god, V. Chill, they're not bums. They're literally riding bikes that are worth thousands. They just needed a way to get home, no one is going to steal your car. If I would of had them spend the night you'd be even more pissed." She replies, truthfully.

"Bitch, you just told me they cut a man's fingers off. They sound pretty dangerous to me." I debate.

I stand up furious with her. "Get your keys and let's go, now!"

We take about 15 minutes getting out the house into her car as she drives me to Jan's. We pull into the parking lot and not a car in sight. I cross my arms and look over at her. She's biting her nails nervous and it's taking everything in me not to jump across the seat and strangle her.

"Hold on, let me call Rage."

"Please the fuck do," I tell her waiting to hear some bullshit story.

"He did what?!" She yells over the phone and my blood is boiling. She hangs up and looks at me.