Safe With Me

Chap. 30: He Plays Dirty

• Elle's lip cut •

          Ever since they exchanged heated words, Brody hadn't spoke to Elle for the rest of the morning. She had tried to talk to him but he continuously dodged her. And what made things worse for the blonde was that none of the girls would speak to her either. Not even Riley. Elle felt all alone as she slowly ate her scrambled eggs and buttered toast at the dinning room table with the guys, seeing she was shunned from her female friends.

As Brody finishes scarfing his breakfast, he quickly rises to his feet. Elle watches him in suspense. She hopes deep down that as the blue eyed passes her, he will lean down and whisper words of reassurance. But the tall, muscular man with slicked back hair and a groomed beard remains silent and oblivious to the fact Elle exists in the room. This leaves her feeling cold and lonely, sad.

Elle looks down at her plate as Brody begins to walk behind her, his icy blue eyes focused on the metal sink behind the blonde. She sits there listening to the sound of the glass plates clinking against one another in the sink, both fear and hope eating her away. Elle holds her breath as she waits for Brody to acknowledge her presence, staring at the mismatched salt and pepper shakers in front of her plate.

After a few minutes had passed, Elle blinks. She braves the thought of turning around to face Brody. With a shaky breath, Elle slowly turns around. At first, she is face to face with the side of Brody's leather jacket. She can see he is wiping the dish water off his hands. Her brown eyes flicker up to his face, seeing a snarl on his handsomely chiseled face. Elle follows his eyes to Ezra, who makes smalltalk with Alex.

The blonde looks back over at Brody, freezing when she sees that his eyes are already on her. Under his cold stare, Elle feels like a roach that he wants to squish with his foot. She tries to offer him a smile but the blue eyed man puts he towel back down in he counter and walks away. Elle watches him as he goes, feeling conflicted.

Should I go after him? Or would that be a bad idea? Elle bites her lower lip in confusion. What is Brody's deal? I mean, I didn't do anything wrong! I did what I was supposed to do, didn't I?

Suddenly, the room gets quiet. Elle looks up from her plate to see a shocking sight. Jaelynn stands in the doorway dressed in familiar clothing. Elle recognizes Jake's AC/DC band t-shirt immediately. The brunette's arms and face is covered in bruises and cuts. Elle imagines the rest of the girl's body with worse bruises and cuts that is being covered up by her tight skinny jeans. Jaelynn's big blue eyes that are usually full of bright sunshine and happiness are dark. Her lip quivers as she slowly walks further into the room, shaking.

Riley appears in the doorway of the girls dining room. Her and Elle lock eyes for a moment. The tall brunette with a glares at the blonde spitefully.

"Come on, Jaelynn." Riley softly commands the short brunette, "I'll fix you a plate."

"Okay..." She softly answers as she begins to tear up.

As the short brunette walks to the doorway of the second dining room, the majority of the men lowers their heads to avoid eye contact. Ezra makes a barking sound, causing Jaelynn to jump and cry out in fear. The short brunette rushes to the second dining room in terror.

Elle glares at the ebony skinned man with tight fist. "You're such an asshole! Why do you have to be such an asshole all the time?"

Everyone freezes, staring between Ezra and Elle. Immediately, as the ebony skinned man locks eyes on her, Elle regrets opening her mouth. But she forces herself to appear more confident by raising her head and taking inna deep breath. Ezra snickers at her, a wicked look on his smooth face.

"What did you say, bitch?" Ezra raises his voice, his hands grasping the knife and fork in his hands.

"I said—" Elle subconsciously begins to speak.

Ezra slams his hand down on the table, silencing Elle. By the look in his dark eyes, Elle can see she had done what he wanted to do. He had silenced her, making himself dominant over her. The feeling of Ezra dominating her in any sense makes her nauseous.

"Did I say you could talk, bitch?" Ezra raises his voice even more.

"Now that's enough." Happy looks between the two of them in caution. "You've had your exchange of words, now move on."

"Butt out, old man." Ezra stares Elle down.

              Elle lowers her head, gritting her teeth in anger. "Yeah, butt out Happy."

               Happy gives her a warning like look. "It's not worth it, Kid. He plays dirty."

             Suddenly, in a flash, Ezra rises to his feet and climbs over the dinning room table to Elle. He knocks her back with his foot, jumping down onto the dirty floor. Elle unsteadily rises to her feet, her vision blurred.

            Terror fills her as cold hands grasp her pale neck, cutting her air supply. Her brown eyes widen as she grabs ahold of the hands on her neck. Ezra's face is all she can see. He holds her body up against the fridge, choking her with an excited expressionism his face. Elle's sharp talons  dig into his skin, drawing blood.

               Ezra lets out a loud cry of pain, releasing Elle. Her knee moves upward, attempting to knee him in the groin. Once Ezra realizes her actions, he whips back his hand and slaps Elle hard across the face. She is sent flying to the floor, briefly falling unconscious for a few moments. The sound of girlish screams bring her back to an awakened state.

              "Enough!" Happy exclaims loudly.

                Someone grabs Elle by her long, blonde hair and picks her up. She tightens her jaws and looks up to see Ezra. He has a wicked grin on his smooth face.

             "You wanted to be like us?" Ezra leans in close to her, his stale breath reeking in Elle's nostrils. "Then you gotta learn respect."

             As Ezra speaks, Elle gathers the saliva in her mouth. She spitefully spits in his face, her teeth gritting fiercely. Ezra shoves her to be floor, wiping his face in disgust. He starts to whip back his hand once more when Ira's voice fills the room.

            "All gang members meet me in my office ASAP." The intercom blares, "Bring the newbie."

             Ezra turns to Elle with a dark look in his eyes. He points down at her with his right index finger. Elle winces slightly, slowly sitting up.

             "This isn't over, bitch." He threatens, "Just wait until I really get my hands on you. You'll be sorry."

Ezra storms out of the room dramatically, shoving some of the guys out of the way. Relief flows over Elle. She lowers her head and sighs. Happy walks over, immediately extending a hand for her.

"That was stupid, I hope you know." Happy gives her a knowing look, motioning to her lip. "He scuffed you up a bit, didn't he?"

Elle arches a brow at him and touched her plump lips, feeling something warm and wet. She looks down at her fingers to see red liquid on her fingertips. Blood.

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