In Too Deep

31

Detention by Melanie Martinez

The minute my eyes open I feel my head pound with a killer headache. My eye sight is blurry as I try to focus on my surroundings. I moan in pain and bury myself back under the covers.

I hear the shrill of a ringtone go off near me and it's as if the sound is trapped in my skull because it intensifies as time goes on. This does nothing to aid my headache, instead just makes it unbearable.

"Make it stop! Jack make it stop" I tuck myself in a ball and hold my ears in my hands.

The sound ceases and I relax for a moment.

I peak over the covers to see who stopped the ringing. Frost.

"Thanks"

"What's wrong with you?" he asks.

"Other than the obvious, not much" I laugh and he shakes his head.

"No, really. There's something off. Something that wasn't there before" he mentions and I sit up. I grab the pack from the nightstand and light it up.

"Dunno what you're talking about" I take a drag from my cig.

"What happened back at the salon?" I kick off the covers to see i'm still in last nights dress.

"What exactly happened after I swung at Jack?" I ask Frost.

"Stop changing the subject" he says and I get up from the bed.

"Not changing, Im just wondering" I tell him and I walk towards the washroom.

I set down my cigarette as I begin to brush my teeth.

"He knocked you out" I smile.

"Figured" I say, mouth full of spit.

"Then we brought you home after doing damage control" I nod and continue washing my mouth.

"Where is he now?" I spit. I turn on the tap again to rinse my mouth.

"At the mill" I splash a bit of water before combing back my hair and throwing it up into a bun.

"What happened at the salon?" he urges and I roll my eyes.

"Nothing Frosty" I push past his large build. I walk down the stairs.

"Fine. What's with you and ringtones?" he asks and I shrug.

I keep my cig in my mouth as I pour coffee grounds into a cup and fill a small pot with water. I set it to boil and lean against the stove.

The phone rings and immediately it bothers me. I hang my head and groan.

I press my palm into my forehead and breathe out a sigh as it stop.

"What was that?" Frost asks and I look up at him.

"You caught me! The ringing makes my ears bleed for some fucking reason" I breathe steadily.

"But why-"

"Maybe that fucking shock screwed with my brain Johnny. I don't know" I tell him and turn off the burning top. I pour the hot water into the mug.

"He set it so high. He's obviously been used to it with how long the professor had been fucking with him. But he used the highest setting and i had never been through it before. I passed out and woke up in a haze" I tell Frost and burn out the cig in the sink.

I grab a spoon and stir its contents, mixing it well. I take a sip and sit on the island. I cross my legs as I sit in front of Frost.

"So now every time you hear ringing-"

"It's as if the phone was in my brain" I set the mug down next to me.

"That still doesn't explain what happened at the salon"

"Let's just say, i've developed some sort of PTSD since the night of his escape. Simple things seem to trigger me" I place my hand on his shoulder.

"Is he upset?" I ask. Honestly wanting to know the answer but afraid of what he might say.

"Fuming. Nothing you can't seem to handle" I roll my eyes and pat his cheek.

"I enjoy your company Johnny" he nods and walks to the door.

"I'll see what I can do about that ringing" and with that he walks out of the funhouse.

My feet touch the floor and I walk towards the door. I open it and look in the far distance, Jack making his way to the house. I rest my head against the door frame and his eyes meet mine. I can feel his anger even from here.

I swallow thickly as he walks up the stairs and I move out of the way. I walk backwards and sit against the arm of the couch.

"I've been bad" I look at him sweetly.

He says nothing but walks up towards me. His hand closes around my throat and I bite my lip.

"Had to get metal fucking teeth because of you" he growls.

"I warned you" I smirk and he tightens his grip.

"Don't piss me off even more Harley" at the sound of my name falling from his mouth my heart palpitates.

"Let me make it up to you" I hook my fingers in to the waistband of his sweats. I lick my lips as I stare at him with need.

I bring him towards me, hook my leg on his hip and he brings it up higher. I arch my body into his.

"Your jaw is bruised" he says and I chuckle.

"Courtesy of the Joker" I smirk, he lets go of my throat. I play with the hair on the nape of his neck.

His lips hover over mine and my breath fans over his mouth.

"I've been a bad girl J" I say with the softest voice I can muster and he growls.

"So bad" he agrees, his nose brushes up against mine. He holds the side of my throat.

"Need to be taught a lesson" his hand pushes up the hem of my dress. His nails scratch at my skin.

I dip my hand into his pants. I grab onto his thickening length.

"A lesson.." he moans lightly, lost in the pleasure.

"You good daddy?" I ask. His breathing is heavy as I brush my thumb across his head.

"Mm yeah" he swallows thickly. I grab his other hand and bring his fingers towards my mouth. I lick up his index finger and suck it into my mouth.

"What are you thinking about?" I whisper as I suck his middle finger into my mouth.

"What it would be like to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours" he tries to catch my mouth in a kiss as he removes his fingers.

"Shower first" I smile against his lips.