Corrupt
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He peered down at me, looking like he was explaining why I needed to eat my vegetables before dessert.
It’s an easy enough concept, after all, Rika. Why can’t you understand it? He was saying that I was in the way and a bother. He didn’t want me around.
“You don’t belong here, and you’re not welcome. Do you understand?” he asked again.
I glued my teeth together, air pouring in and out of my nose as I tensed every goddamn muscle in my body, trying not to break. Lightning struck behind my eyes, making them ache and burn, and I don’t remember ever feeling like this. He’d ignored me, condescended, and insulted on occasion, but the cruelty hurt beyond words.
“That was English, Rika,” he barked, making me jump. “A dog listens better than you.”
Tears immediately pooled, and my chin trembled. I swallowed the lump, feeling my stomach ache, and I felt like I wanted to sink into a hole, disappear, and forget.
Before he could enjoy the satisfaction of seeing me crumble, I shot out, pushing his arm away and breaking into tears as I ran back the way I came. Everything in my sight blurred as I passed the spas again and yanked open the locker room door, hurrying out as I fought against the sobs in my throat.
The hat spilled off my head, falling to the ground and freeing my ponytail. I ran through the boxing gym, not giving a shit who saw me, and pulled open the next door, wiping away the tears as I dashed into the hallway and down the stairs.
But then I crashed into another person halfway down, and I stopped, jerking my head up and my insides going cold.
“Kai?” I nearly whispered, stunned to see him.
And confused.
Damon was here. Kai was here. Was Will as well? Were they all in Meridian City? I hadn’t been certain if Michael even kept in touch with them while they were in jail, but it was obvious now that he had.
Kai cocked his head and took his hand out of his black pants, placing it on my arm to stable me. But I pulled my arm away.
He stared at me, his white shirt and black suit coat neatly pressed, making him look just as good-looking as ever, although much more muscular than the last time I’d seen him.
I heard hard footsteps behind me and jerked my head around, seeing Michael come around the corner.
They were all together again?
I shot around Kai, continued down the stairs, and grabbed my bag off the floor before dashing out the door. Michael was one thing, but I didn’t want to be around his friends.
“Rika!” I heard Michael yell behind me.
But the door closed, cutting him off, and I raced off the steps, the cool rain hitting my hair, face, and arms.
I hooked the bag over my head and ignored the valet attendant holding an umbrella out for me. “Need a cab, miss?”
I shook my head and turned right, heading down the sidewalk as light droplets covered my arms.
“Get my car!” I heard a bellow behind me and turned to see Michael barking at the attendant.
He then turned, locking eyes with me, and I spun back around, hurrying away from him.
“Stop!” he ordered.
I pivoted on my heel, walking backward and crying out, “I’m gone! Okay? What more do you want?”
Turning around again, I hurried along the sidewalk.
But then Michael grabbed my bag strap and yanked it over my head, my neck twisting as he pulled it off.
I jerked around. “What the hell are you doing?”
He just walked away from me, though, carrying my bag as he stepped up to his car, the valet attendant handing him his keys.
Michael swung open one of the back doors and tossed my bag in, my phone and house keys with it, and stepped up to the front passenger-side door, pulling it open.
“Get in!” he demanded, anger written all over his face.
I breathed hard, shaking my head. What the fuck? I was half-tempted to beg the manager for a new set of keys and go buy a new fucking phone, just to show him.
But my books were in there, my class schedule, not to mention the birth certificate and immunization records that I’d had to let the admissions office make copies of after I’d left my advisor earlier.
I scowled, the tears gone and rage in its place.
Stepping up to the car, I jumped into the passenger’s seat and yanked the door out of his grasp, closing it on my own. As soon as I saw him round the front of the car, making his way for the driver’s side, I twisted around, grabbed my bag out of the backseat, and pushed open the car door, darting out.
I didn’t make it far.
Before my ass was even off the seat, Michael’s hand crashed into my shoulder, grabbing my collar and hauling me back in.
I cried out, but he swiped the bag away and tossed it into the backseat once more.
“Mr. Crist, can I call for help?” The attendant appeared in my open door, sounding concerned.
Michael’s hand was on my collarbone, holding me to the seat, and my face started to crack again as tears pooled.
“Sir.” The attendant reached for me, concern on his face. “The young lady…”
“Don’t touch her,” Michael growled. “Close the door.”
The attendant’s mouth sat agape for a moment, looking like he wanted to argue, but he just looked at me and eventually backed away, shutting the door.
“I told you I didn’t need a ride home,” I gritted out. “You wanted me gone, so let me leave!”
He started up the car, the muscles in his neck flexing and his hair glistening with rain. “Last thing I need is my mother bitching, because you went crying,” he spat out.
It’s an easy enough concept, after all, Rika. Why can’t you understand it? He was saying that I was in the way and a bother. He didn’t want me around.
“You don’t belong here, and you’re not welcome. Do you understand?” he asked again.
I glued my teeth together, air pouring in and out of my nose as I tensed every goddamn muscle in my body, trying not to break. Lightning struck behind my eyes, making them ache and burn, and I don’t remember ever feeling like this. He’d ignored me, condescended, and insulted on occasion, but the cruelty hurt beyond words.
“That was English, Rika,” he barked, making me jump. “A dog listens better than you.”
Tears immediately pooled, and my chin trembled. I swallowed the lump, feeling my stomach ache, and I felt like I wanted to sink into a hole, disappear, and forget.
Before he could enjoy the satisfaction of seeing me crumble, I shot out, pushing his arm away and breaking into tears as I ran back the way I came. Everything in my sight blurred as I passed the spas again and yanked open the locker room door, hurrying out as I fought against the sobs in my throat.
The hat spilled off my head, falling to the ground and freeing my ponytail. I ran through the boxing gym, not giving a shit who saw me, and pulled open the next door, wiping away the tears as I dashed into the hallway and down the stairs.
But then I crashed into another person halfway down, and I stopped, jerking my head up and my insides going cold.
“Kai?” I nearly whispered, stunned to see him.
And confused.
Damon was here. Kai was here. Was Will as well? Were they all in Meridian City? I hadn’t been certain if Michael even kept in touch with them while they were in jail, but it was obvious now that he had.
Kai cocked his head and took his hand out of his black pants, placing it on my arm to stable me. But I pulled my arm away.
He stared at me, his white shirt and black suit coat neatly pressed, making him look just as good-looking as ever, although much more muscular than the last time I’d seen him.
I heard hard footsteps behind me and jerked my head around, seeing Michael come around the corner.
They were all together again?
I shot around Kai, continued down the stairs, and grabbed my bag off the floor before dashing out the door. Michael was one thing, but I didn’t want to be around his friends.
“Rika!” I heard Michael yell behind me.
But the door closed, cutting him off, and I raced off the steps, the cool rain hitting my hair, face, and arms.
I hooked the bag over my head and ignored the valet attendant holding an umbrella out for me. “Need a cab, miss?”
I shook my head and turned right, heading down the sidewalk as light droplets covered my arms.
“Get my car!” I heard a bellow behind me and turned to see Michael barking at the attendant.
He then turned, locking eyes with me, and I spun back around, hurrying away from him.
“Stop!” he ordered.
I pivoted on my heel, walking backward and crying out, “I’m gone! Okay? What more do you want?”
Turning around again, I hurried along the sidewalk.
But then Michael grabbed my bag strap and yanked it over my head, my neck twisting as he pulled it off.
I jerked around. “What the hell are you doing?”
He just walked away from me, though, carrying my bag as he stepped up to his car, the valet attendant handing him his keys.
Michael swung open one of the back doors and tossed my bag in, my phone and house keys with it, and stepped up to the front passenger-side door, pulling it open.
“Get in!” he demanded, anger written all over his face.
I breathed hard, shaking my head. What the fuck? I was half-tempted to beg the manager for a new set of keys and go buy a new fucking phone, just to show him.
But my books were in there, my class schedule, not to mention the birth certificate and immunization records that I’d had to let the admissions office make copies of after I’d left my advisor earlier.
I scowled, the tears gone and rage in its place.
Stepping up to the car, I jumped into the passenger’s seat and yanked the door out of his grasp, closing it on my own. As soon as I saw him round the front of the car, making his way for the driver’s side, I twisted around, grabbed my bag out of the backseat, and pushed open the car door, darting out.
I didn’t make it far.
Before my ass was even off the seat, Michael’s hand crashed into my shoulder, grabbing my collar and hauling me back in.
I cried out, but he swiped the bag away and tossed it into the backseat once more.
“Mr. Crist, can I call for help?” The attendant appeared in my open door, sounding concerned.
Michael’s hand was on my collarbone, holding me to the seat, and my face started to crack again as tears pooled.
“Sir.” The attendant reached for me, concern on his face. “The young lady…”
“Don’t touch her,” Michael growled. “Close the door.”
The attendant’s mouth sat agape for a moment, looking like he wanted to argue, but he just looked at me and eventually backed away, shutting the door.
“I told you I didn’t need a ride home,” I gritted out. “You wanted me gone, so let me leave!”
He started up the car, the muscles in his neck flexing and his hair glistening with rain. “Last thing I need is my mother bitching, because you went crying,” he spat out.
