The Dead Among Us

71. Self control

Fabia's POV 

 ......That wasn't in my head....

My dumbass actually just said that..... To Jon's fucking face...

I can already feel the consequence of my words as they leave my mouth, a sense of disbelief in the air with my breath.

I watch as complete shock registers on both of their faces, rendering them utterly speechless. Even Jon is stunned into silence. I thought only Pedro was capable of wielding such power.

Shittt, I'm speechless too! I done shut my own self up!

Both their eyes suddenly dart behind me, and now I really know I've fucked up.

Oh my God, if it's Pedro behind me, I'm gonna feel so bad for disrespecting and humiliating him! He doesn't deserve that!

—Smack!

Oh, fuck it's Sabin.

He side sweeps his hand from behind me, two of his fingers unexpectedly popping me straight into the mouth, my upper lip rebounding off my front teeth. I never got a chance to see it coming or react. 

The force and the startlement of it toss me backward into his chest. I quickly cover my mouth from the sting, and tears instantly prick my eyes. 

 His calloused hand roughly wraps my chin and jaw as he lifts my face to meet his infuriated gaze. The back of my head is pressed into his hoodie. I'm tacked between his body and hand.

I'm shaking against him like a leaf in the breeze, my knees ready to buckle under me as he asks, "The fuck did you just say?"

The next thing I know, he spins me around and then bends me over, pinning me between his hip and left arm, squeezing me. All I can see is the floor and the back of his jeans.

Please don't spank me in front of them!!!! That's all I can think of as I start to whimper in this placement. 

I deserve it; I know I do, but I'm not mentally ready for that humiliation. It's bad enough that he just slapped me in front of them. 

 Before the first spank can land on my clenched butt, to my shock, Jon, of all people, is to my rescue.

"Son, son, it's okay."

Sabin's voice booms back, his words carrying the weight of his anger. "It's not okay!'

"I started it!"

The tension in Sabin's body uncoils slightly, and I'm full-on crying in shame and fear at this point.

"Started what?!" he demands.

Jon explains in a really calm voice, "It was just a joke, son; you don't have to defend my honor or anything."

"A joke?! It wasn't funny!"

"Okay, maybe the delivery was off, but I started it. She was referring to my fool of a joke. Let her go, please...Benji's trying to sleep."

The second Sabin releases me, I try to scramble to our bedroom, but his arm shoots out like a speargun as he grabs me by the back of the neck, stopping me in my tracks. With one hand, he drags me back and positions me in front of Jon.

"Apologize," he orders.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm so fucking sorry!!" I screech in a voice I don't recognize, mainly from the pressure he's exerting on my neck and my embarrassment. My eyes are clenched shut, so I don't see Jon's reaction.