Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
“What are you doing here?” I hissed at my mother.
“Get over it. What’re we going to do?” She asked worriedly.
“I have no fucking clue.” I said defeat in my voice.
The boys were huge, and there was no way my mother and I could take them on, even if Bennett was able to help. Number 66 chose that moment in time to kick Bennett in the face, and I completely lost it. Sprinting the ten yards that were separating us, I jumped on his back and latched my fingernails into his face. He tried to shake me off, but I stuck like a leech. My fingers were digging into something disgustingly squishy, and I prayed I wasn’t blinding him. That would just be so gross.
I heard my mom yell from behind me, and I was pulled off the back I was attached to by my hair, and fell hard to the ground. My mom tried to help, but like me, she was small and would never do much damage. I could see Bennett taking out one of the other players, but it wasn’t enough. They were going to hurt us, and badly.
A foot found a home in the softness of my belly, and I groaned and curled in on myself, covering my head with my arms. My mind went somewhere after that. To the same place I went the night of my attack. I wasn’t sure if I continued to be kicked or not, because I was in my happy place. The place where I wasn’t scared or hurt.
An enraged bellow came from above, and I looked up intime to see my daddy take the boy that kicked me out at the knees. He didn’t stop there though; he hit the boy so hard in the stomach that he doubled over and heaved into the grass. Bennett had butt boy down on the ground pounding his fist into the kid’s ribs. As reality came crashing back, I noticed Max was involved with the remaining three, and they weren’t fairing any better. I couldn’t decide who I wanted to look at, my dad, Bennett, or Max. My head kept whipping back and forth like a fricking cartoon character.
My mom dropped down to her knees and pulled me bodily into her arms. “Oh God, thank God.” She repeated over and over again.
“Freeze!” A newcomer bellowed a few feet away from us.
The boys were dropped to the ground carelessly, and my father, Max, and Bennett all stood there chests heaving. Bennett was no longer wearing his helmet, and I could see the cut was much worse than I’d originally thought. Max took a step in my direction, and was stopped short by the cop that was pointing what I assumed was a Taser in our directions.
“Do not fucking move.” The cop said.
“Fuck off. She’s hurt. That thing won’t stop me either.” He said facing the cop in a relaxed stance.
I was worried Max’s attitude was going to get him shot with this Taser by Mr. Jumpy Cop, and I prayed he kept his mouth shut.
“Can you tell me why you all are beating up players?” The cop asked.
“Cool it, kid. This is Max.” A man dressed in all black said. He was wearing a facemask, so I couldn’t tell whom it was.
“Luke.” Max said before dropping down on the opposite side of my mom.
He cupped my face in his good hand, and checked my eyes. “You okay?”
I nodded, choked up. I was so fucking scared. I’d taken for granted the feeling of safeness with Alpha around, but the first time I was put into a situation like the attack, I froze. Then that thought brought up another one.
“Where’s Alpha?” I said startled.
I tried to get to my knees, but my ribs protested. Max helped me to my feet by hauling me up under the armpits, and then put his arm around my waist for support. I looked frantically all around and panic started riding up in my throat.
“I totally forgot all about him, what if he’s out there somewhere hurt?” I said horror evident in my voice.
“We’ll find him, honey. Don’t worry. He probably just can’t get to us since he’s behind that fence.” Max soothed.
“I’m a bad doggy mommy; I mean who leaves their dog behind?” I asked nearly in tears.
“One who was worried about her brother? Don’t think that I’m going to let you off the hook for this either.” He growled.
“Alright. Mr. Alvarez, we’re going to need you all to come make statements at the station. What the hell is wrong with him? Why’s he bleeding from the ass?” Luke asked with repulsion in his voice.
“That would be my big sister. She shoved the yard marker up his ass.” Bennett supplied helpfully.
“I didn’t shove it up his ass!” I said voice only a tiny bit shrill. “I shoved it through his ass.”
“Uh, baby? That doesn’t sound any better.” My dad explained.
I stomped my foot in annoyance. “It’s only though the meat. I didn’t go anywhere near his butthole.”
My dad, Bennett, Max, Luke, the young cop, and my mom were all shaking with laughter by the time I dug the hole the rest of the way.
I shut up after that. The boys that could walk were led away in handcuffs. I watched in derision as the one who’d called my mother an ‘old bitch’ continued to spout off his mouth. The young cop had just gotten the cuffs on him when the boy with the knee reached for the officer’s gun.
He didn’t get far though because he suddenly found himself contending with a ninety pound dog in his face, barking and snarling. All he needed was some foam around the mouth and he’d look like he had rabies. The boy threw himself backwards, but Alpha just followed him down to the ground, still growling.
“Get him away from me!” The boy-man squealed.
I didn’t feel the need to get him off of him. I was sick and tired of it.
Max watched with a bored expression on his face, but finally sighed and turned to me. “Payton.”