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Lust.

Chapter 46

Riley's Point of View

"You ruined my life." Charlie whispers in my ear, amateur. He's doing it too loud, I know he wants me to be afraid but I'm not.

"Nope, that'd be you and your fucking stupidity." I don't quite know the full details but he jumped me on school grounds and tried to sexually abuse me. I mean that's pretty fucking stupid. That isn't just me right? "Blame your parents for that."

He lifts his hand and smacks me across the face. I chuckle lightly because he hits like a bitch. Why didn't I block you ask? Oh, well because his friends are holding me down. Ever since I hit my head when they first attacked me, I've been out of it. I'm basically seeing 2 of everything. "You know Charlie," I spit out some blood and I think a tooth went out with it. Oh yup there it is. "I feel as if you got off easy. I mean you could be in jail for at least 15 years. Depends on the judge." I laugh again because- Well I don't know why.

"What's so fucking funny?" He spits through a clenched jaw.

"Um well, I don't really know. I was trying to figure that out myself." I relinquish a small smile and that seemed to calm him down.

His glared eyes widen slightly, "You know even when you're beaten to shit you still look beautiful."

"WIFE GOALS!" I yell and one of his friends punches me in the gut.

"NO! SHE'S MINE!" Oh thank God, Charlie doesn't hit near as hard. I'm seeing a total of 8 people. So if I'm seeing double that's 4. Why can't he do anything himself? Damn it. I have no idea where the hell I am. They stuffed me into a car after I hit my head but I know I fell asleep for a while. When I woke up, Charlie said 'so the princess awakens', it's a safe assumption to say it's been a good while since he is wearing different clothes. I think we're in an abandoned store or restaurant. The windows are taped and it's dark, I see sun creeping through. There's a bar in front of me and some restrooms to the right. "Riley let's have a little heart to heart."

"Please start." I joke and start to laugh again. I think I have a concussion or something.

"Why wouldn't you go on a date with me?"

I lift my head to look at him and he is just staring at me. "Charlie I don't remember. The only reason I know what you did to me was because I wrote it down." His glare softens again, "But I mean I'm assuming this shit right here is a good portion of why I wouldn't date you. Just a hunch."

And another smack across the face. Charlie 50 million Riley 0. That's a new feeling. I usually do the hitting, I'm just happy that he isn't punching me in the face and it's just an open hand smack. After that fall, I don't want to risk anything else messing up my head. My face hurts so fucking bad from the sting of the slaps, I can feel it burning all over. "What is so special about Friar then? Why would you date him?"

My jaw clenches, play it off like I don't know or be a smart ass? "I mean as far as I know he didn't drug me. But he helped me a lot that night, so maybe I should be thanking you." Who am I kidding? I was born to be a legendary smart ass. Charlie could quite possibly be breathing fire but my face is so swollen I don't know. I just hear his heavy breathing. Shit. "Now before you get all pissy-"I am met yet again with another blow to the face, seems as if slapping isn't doing it for him anymore. "Now back to what I was saying." I adjust my jaw and sigh, "I only know that because I wrote it down and he told me."

"Are you not tired of getting the shit beaten out of you yet?"

"I'm used to it."

He scoffs, "Yeah I figured. Why did you have all those bruises all over your face all the damn time?" Let's say 'all' a little more. Who's with me?