Smile (Solangelo)

Part 9

After a long day of training, it was nice to go back to Jase sprawled on the floor, seemingly dead. I just hoped he hadn't made the area around him stink of decayed bodies.

"Jase." I kicked his side. He smelled of alcohol. Were did he even get alcohol from? Then, I remembered I hadn't seen him all day. He probably met up with some of his delinquent buddies.

"Ow," he mumbled, not enjoying being kicked. His eyes peeked open, and he must have recognized me. "Fuck you, gay shit."

"Get up, you walnut," I commanded. Hey, my cabin, my rules.

Jase let out an unhuman-like groan and he stood up. I could tell he was still a bit wasted.

"Mother fucker," he muttered.

"Hey," I said. "The only person I'd ever consider fucking is Will Solace -- and he's still on the 'I'm Not Sure' list."

I'm not entirely sure what happened next, or why it happened, but five seconds later I could feel my forearm starting to swell up a little. Jase had his fists clenched into a ball at his sides.

"SHUT THE HELL UP!" He exclaimed, swinging again. I was still clueless as to why this was happening.

I should have fought back, I know. But before I could even process that I was being attacked, Jase was on top of me. He punched me relentlessly without hesitation or reconsidering the action.

Most of his punches were aimed at my arms and torso -- something I could cover up easily -- but a few found my head.

Amazingly, I didn't scream. I didn't cry or try and shake it away. I wasn't going to give this ass the pleasure of controlling me.

But gods, it hurt. I could feel concious slowly slipping away from me. And who knows what'll happen if I can't fend for myself?

Jase was sitting on my thighs, making it impossible for me to stand. I tried to take action and shove him off, but my supreme lack of muscle wasn't working in my favor.

I squished my eyes shut. Fiery blows were being thrown still, but slowly getting less harsh. Jase was getting bored of me right now.

Right before I managed to slip into the world of dreams and stuff, Jase grabbed me by the neckline of my shirt.

"Listen here, bitch," he spat. "If you dare tell a soul about this, I might decide to bring a few of my... sharper friends into this." When he said "sharper" I knew he didnt mean smarter.

Appearently Jase wasn't as dumb as thought. Or as easy to fend off.