Harley smiles to herself when Joey hits the bed.
Harley: I did it motherfucker
I reach for him with my freehand and fishes in his pocket for something.....anything....I find a pocket knife. Taking it out, I use my teeth to open it and I start trying to open the other cuff on my arm.
Harley: I can do this
Nothing. I stash the pocket knife in my bra for future use. I reach back in his pocket and really feel around, making sure not to miss anything. I reach under him and I feel his phone in his back pocket. Forcing my hand under him, I wiggle my fingers into his back pocket and slowly slide out his phone.
Harley: Oh my fucking god, YES!
I google Elijah's tattoo and barbershop. Calling it, I hear an automated message that the shop is closed and in an emergency you can transfer to Bentley by pressing 1 or Tristan by pressing 2. I press 1.
Ring.....Ring......Ring.....
Ring.......Ring......Ring
Bentley: Hello? This is Bentley from Elijah's tattoo and Barbershop, how can I help you?
Tears start rolling down my face as I choke out a sob.
Harley: Bentley.....it's me....Harley....
*Peyton*
Officer Jones just left. Harley is officially a missing person. Peyton can't believe this is happening. She chokes back a sob and walks to her room to lay down. Tristan follows her and crawls into her bed. Pulling her against his chest, he holds her while she sobs.
Tristan: Hey....it's okay Peyton. She will be found.
Peyton: I'm so scared...
Tristan: I know...
Tristan continues to rub her back when his phone rings. Without thinking, he picks his phone up.
Tristan: Hello?
Random Chick: Hey babe! I had an amazing time lastnight
Peyton hears some chick talking about having a good time lastnight. She looks up at Tristan, confused.
Peyton: Tristan, who is that?
Random Chick: Tristan, who is that? I hear some girl.
Tristan: Listen, I'm not interested. Lastnight meant nothing. Don't call me again.
Random Chick: FINE! FUCK YOU ASSHOLE!!
Tristan hangs up and Peyton's eyes fill with tears that overflow.
Peyton: Tristan, that's where you were lastnight? With someone else?
Tristan: Yea I was. Didn't mean anything.
Peyton: Did you fuck her Tristan?
Tristan: I did Peyton. It's not like we are together or anything.
Peyton looks at him in horror and slaps him.
Peyton: FUCK YOU!!! GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT!
Tristan gets up angrily. Walking out the door, he runs into Bentley.
Bentley: What the hell just happened?
Tristan: She found out I fucked some chick lastnight. She slapped me and told me to leave.
Bentley: I fucking told you not to do that shit. Maybe you can talk to her later. She's angry and hurt right now.
Tristan: Whatever.
Tristan slams the front door shut.
Ring......Ring......Ring.....
Bentley walks into Harley's room to grab his phone.
Ring.....Ring.......Ring
Bentley: Hello? This is Bentley from Elijah's tattoo and Barbershop, how can I help you?
Bentley hears a sob
Harley: Bentley.....it's me.....Harley....
*Tristan*
Tristan slams the door shut and stalks out to his car. Fucking shit. She wasn't supposed to find out. He gets in and hits the steering wheel.
Tristan: FUCKKKKKK FUCKKKKKK FUCKKKKKK!!!
Tristan feels dread overtake. Peyton will never forgive him. Why is he such an asshole sometimes?
Tristan: What the fuck is wrong with me??
*Joey*
I walk in with her food. God she looks amazing.....when I untape her mouth she tells me she missed me. Fuck that got me hard. Then she thanks me for making her breakfast. I can't resist her. Running my hand up her leg, she lets me. I rub her clit through her panties and kiss her. Fuck she feels so fucking good. I can feel my cock throbbing against my pants.
Joey: Mmmmmm.....Harley.....
All of sudden I'm being stabbed in the neck! FUCKKK IT HURTS!!
I'm squirting blood everywhere and I look at her, and the bitch headbutts me in the face. Then nothing.
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Inked
RomanceHarley believes she couldn't have romance. The things that contribute to her insecurities are exactly what drew them together. Will she be set free? Or will her past catch up to her? 18+ mature (sex, language, violence, rape)
