Out of His League → Reggie Mantle [1]

seven

OUT OF HIS LEAGUE

【CHAPTER SEVEN】
【STOP IT】

Torture was something nobody in their right mind would enjoy. The torture of reliving awful moments of their lives.

It was almost as if he was trying his hardest to trigger her. To trigger her meltdown, anxiety attack - anything to get a reaction out of her.

It was working. Chuck was getting into her mind. Chuck was able to mess with her because he knows things that he shouldn't.

It was okay to cry. Crying helps the emotional state. At least, it helps Mara. Maybe it doesn't help everyone - but Mara liked to think it does.

"Chuck, stop it," Veronica exclaimed. "Stop right now!"

"Why? What's so bad about making her feel crazy?" Chuck laughed, his voice booming throughout the room. "That's all she is."

The water was rising above her shoulders as Mara sunk even more. This felt like the will to live slowly leaving your body. The cold surrounding your limp body as you see your life flash by. And Mara noted how dull her life seemed.

"Chuck, get out of her head!"

His chuckling could churn her blood and that's exactly what he was doing. Her blood was churning and there was nothing she could do about it. Even if she could, what would she do? Punch him? Kick him? Help a baseball bat connect with his crouch?

"Scott told us everything, you know. Everything you said, everything you did, what you thought. I like to think I know you, Mara Baker," Chuck continued, his finger spelling "worthless" on her forehead.

"Chuck, I swear to god!" Veronica yelled, her fists ready to swing.

All very good ideas, but Mara didn't have the strength to do that nor the courage. She wasn't someone who didn't give a shit, like Veronica. And she wasn't a psycho, like Betty.

"If she wants to live, she will Ronnie," Chuck teased, his giant smirk enraging Veronica and Mara even more. As enraged as she was, she couldn't move out of the water. It was like she was under the grip of somebody.

Water rushed to pull Mara into the pool even more, causing Chuck to laugh and Veronica to gasp and yell in horror. Her lungs were burning, a sensation beyond any known type of physical pain.

The water bashed head to head to keep Mara underneath, almost as if she were in an ocean. And beneath the chaos was calm waters. Calm waters were a miracle, but the miracle deepened than just "calm waters".

She could see. She didn't need to breathe. Mara could laugh and hear and speak all without air. And Mara could watch as Betty, in a black wig and black lingerie push Chucks' head underneath the water in the Jacuzzi. She was boiling him alive, Betty was. Pouring maple syrup over Chucks head, yelling something about Jason and Polly.

And Mara screamed, for she no longer thought it was a miracle.

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Wet. The bed was wet. Wet with what? Sweat?

Hands went flying trying to determine where she was. Home. She was home. Home in her bed, not drowning in a pool.

Nightmare. That's what it was. A nightmare. That's all.

Who was to blame for this nightmare? Did this actually happen? Did Mara really almost drown?

No, no. This isn't home. She was somewhere else. Her eyes were adjusting to the dark and it was not her usual yellow walls. It wasn't her bed or dresser. Where was she?

Panic began to rise as Mara scrambled out of the bed. She was in an unfamiliar place. What could've happened that would cause Mara to forget the events that happened tonight?

Alive. Alive, right? She's alive. Isn't she? Where could she be if she weren't alive? God doesn't exist.

"Mara?"

Her blood ran cold as his voice spoke up. How did she get here? Why was she here? She needed to get out.

"Scott, let me leave, okay?" Mara began, her fingers curled into a fist. "I need to get home."

Scott shrugged. "It's not my house, Mara. I'm not in control," he said, nonchalantly. "Besides, you'll have to ask Reginald to let you leave. It's his house."

Mara furrowed her eyebrows as they continued to stare at each other. "Haha, Scott," Mara exclaimed sarcastically. "Stop it. I know you kidnapped me or whatever."

Scott raised an eyebrow at her, amused. "I thank you for thinking I'm capable of this."

Mara scowled. He was obviously lying. Why would he be at Reggie's house? They weren't friends. They weren't even acquaintances. They didn't like each other.

Why would Scott be at Reggie's house?

"Don't lie to me," Mara spat. "You two aren't even friends."

From the doorway, a figure appeared. Mara wanted to turn to see who it was but she was too invested in her one sided argument with Scott.

"Mara, you're okay," Reggie's voice sighed.

Mara nearly got whiplash, her neck swinging to the side to see his face. "What the hell? Why am I here?"

The two boys glanced at each other, which only made Mara more nervous. "Mara," Reggie began, hesitating.

"What?" Mara demanded. "What's going on?"

Scott sighed, rubbing his temples. "You might get mad at us, Mara, but we're not the ones you should be mad at."

Fear only grew.

"What? Tell me what it is," Mara exclaimed. "Reggie, what is it?"

Reggie took a deep breath and paused for a while before finally saying something.

"Something bad happened, Mara."

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AUTHORS NOTE:
THIS IS REALLY SHORT YOU GUYS IM SO SO SORRY BUT I UPDATED THIS ON A WHIM SINCE I HIT 4K. EVEN THOUGH ITS COMPLETE AND UTTER CRAP
SPEAKING OF WHICH THANK YOU YOU GUYS????? THATS AMAZING!!! THANK YOU ALL YOU PRECIOUS BEANS
Soo this chapter might be a bit confusing so I'll explain it in a sentence or two

The first part was a dream. It's about her anxiety and how scared she was about not knowing what was going on, especially since she also has OCD.

and also, if I posted a "meet my oc's" would you guys read it? (Mara is definitely going to be featured there multiple times as the story progresses)

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