My Bite is Worse Than My Bark

Chapter Five

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MY BITE IS WORSE THAN MY BARK

Chapter Five

          We were sitting in study hall, and I was on Brent’s lap, just like always. I really was getting used to being with Brent practically twenty-four-seven. That doesn’t mean I like being around him…

          “Oh!” some kid yelled, and then Tyler stood up, a hand over his nose.

          “Miss Klein? I got a bloody nose. Can I go to the nurse?” he asked.

          “Of course, do you know where it is?” she asked.

          “No…”

          “Andrea, will you show Tyler to the nurse’s?” she said, but I knew it wasn’t a question. I reluctantly stood up, and led Tyler out the door. I didn’t say anything as I walked down the hall with the biggest jerk on the face of the planet.

          Suddenly, I felt someone grab me, and pull me into the janitor’s closet. TYLER.

          “What are you-!” I started to shriek, but Tyler slammed his hand on my mouth.

          “I know what you are. You’re not fooling me. And you can deny it, but then all you’re living is a lie. And when I’m done with you here, you won’t have to worry about your precious Brent anymore. You will be mine, and there isn’t anything you can do about it,” he snarled, and I bit his hand.

          “Damn, you little bitch!” he said. I tried to get away, but then it all turned black.

(POV OF BRENT)

          The minute Andi left the room with that jerk, Tyler, my stomach lurched and I had this odd feeling down deep inside, like something bad was going to happen. After a few minutes, the feeling got worse, and I just knew he was doing something to Andi.

          “Miss Klein? May I go to the restroom?” I lied quickly.

          “Sure,” she said, and before the last syllable left her lips, I was out the door. I followed Tyler’s putrid scent, and heard Andi protesting and screaming. I burst open the door and got Tyler off her. I punched him, and the weak fag just conked out. I picked her up in my arms, and saw that she was passed out.

          “Andi,” I heard myself murmur. I glanced at her and the poor state of her shirt, and took off my shirt to put on her. I slipped my shirt on her, but relaxed when I realized I’d come just in time. He hadn’t raped her…but he was going to.

(POV OF ANDREA)

          I opened my eyes, and my head throbbed. Slowly the events came to memory and a tear slid down my face.

          “Shh, Andi, it’s okay,” Brent calmed me. It was just the sound of his voice that made me feel happy and safe. He was carrying me to his truck.

          “Where are we going?” I asked my voice hoarse.

          “Home, I checked you out of the office, said you got sick,” he explained.

          “Okay,” I sighed.

          “He didn’t…well…y’know...,” Brent trailed off awkwardly.

          “Thanks,” I said, “For…this. How…how did you know?”

          “I don’t know. I just…had this feeling that you were hurt. It was the weirdest thing,” he said quietly.

          “Oh.”

          “What did he say to you?” he asked. I told him the story, and he gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white.

          “I’m telling my father.”