BrEakOut ThE RuLEz #2 Spanking Story

Chapter 12: Settling accounts

Jill's POV

I wouldn't have imagined in my worst nightmares that someday I'd envy people who are imprisoned in Hawaii. This was by far worse.

After that little incident that had me with my heart on my throat, through to what I believe was the worst spanking I ever had (and I intended to keep it that way) I had the worst thing coming next: surveillance.

My brother wasn't full of it when he said I'd be watched 24/7, most of the times by him or anyone close to him. Whenever that couldn't be, he'd send one or two police men and women to cover for him, stay outside my house, escort me from school, to the central or back home, being the only three places I was allowed to go so far. I couldn't even save my practices with Joe, and thank God cheerleader practices were between periods or I'd be fucked with that as well. He wasn't afraid to cross any limits to, according to his words, 'keep me safe'.

Ever since I had been submitted to this treatment, since three days ago, I had found a renewed joy for the school's yard. Something about fresh air made me feel less imprisoned and at the same time, safe. I was aware a price was on my head, and that a psyco killer was after my track since his last move failed horribly. I tried to hide it, especially from Steve, but the truth was I was expecting someone or something to jump on my back every two seconds.

"Where have you been?" a voice startled me from behind, but the thought crossed my mind that my killer would never greet me that way. I rose my eyes from the horizont I was staring at deeply while enjoying my lunch and posed them on the tall figure of a boy. Or at least he seemed like it from my spot sitting down on the benches.

"Where have you been these days? I nearly got killed by the way" I dropped the news as if it wasn't such a big deal but I didn't get quite the reaction I was expecting from Fred.

"I know, my uncle told me" he said and I froze in my spot with a bite of tuna sandwich inside my mouth. "He asked me how his password ended up in your laptop. How could you do that?" he asked me while holding my look.

"I... I just..." I tried to find a good explanation to my behavior, feeling a pinch of guilt knowing I had betrayed his trust. I mean he had tried to help me, and this is how I pay back? I'd never forgive myself.

"You're fucking genius. I should be more careful around you" Fred said to me to my surprise. So much I had to take a good look of him to prove he wasn't being ironical or anything. I lifted my eyebrow to his response. I mean seriously? This guy is never serious about anything, is he?

As weird as he was, Fred was never bad company to tell you the truth. Only once I finished giving him all the details he requested of how I nearly got killed but got successfully rescued by my bad ass brother we were allowed to change the subject. Honestly it was quite a story, and being a person who enjoys being in the spotlight I had no problem repeating it over and over. Plus there was something mischievous about him that always made me want to confess my crimes. My other friends usually worry about me or try to give me advice, but Fred seemed to enjoy the rush as much as I did.

"Maybe when you get off the hook we can hang out" Fred let out casually with no emotions on his voice like I had gotten used to. Still it was a sentence weird of him. He never wanted to see anyone outside of school. That's just how 'cool' he was.

"Uh don't count on that for a long time. I really fucked up" I said with annoyance clear as the day rolling along with my words, reminding me I was a prisoner until further notice. These weeks are really going to suck.

"Really? If it was for that I'd be a prisoner for life in my house" he countered cheekily, revealing his 'bad boy' facade. Oh please, like I'd buy that.