Cursing
1972 Words
Quinn's POV
"I can't leave. Not until you suck my d**k, rich b***h!"
Josh had a look on his face. He meant what he had just said. I gaped in disbelief.
"What did you say?" I asked, wanting to make sure he meant it.
Josh repeated himself easily. The nerdy motherfucker had finally grown some balls. Wow!
His face twisted as he bared his teeth at me. Red streaks of fat veins appeared around his face giving him a menacing look.
He inched closer to me forcing me to move into the room till my back was against the far wall.
It wasn't funny anymore yet he smirked. He reminded me of an evil clown.
"Josh-" I stuttered.
He raised a finger to stop me. "Shut the f**k up."
Yep. It was no longer funny.
The smile faded from my face and the color drained out completely. I wasn't sure how to react but he was starting to scare me.
He was breathing hard, his chest heaved heavily like an agitated beast.
His lips twitched.
"You're going to get what you deserve. A d**k running down your throat."
I gasped. He wasn't f*****g around. I realized just how much trouble I was in being alone in the room with this psycho.
He pinched his pants and whipped out his limp d**k which was growing hard. He was getting aroused by being a creep.
"Come get it, b***h!" He was moving closer.
I put a hand out thinking it would be enough to stop him but he just kept coming.
Panic gripped my chest in its cold icy grip and squeezed. I could barely breathe from the fear.
Josh got close enough to touch me.
"Stop. Please." I managed to say through the lump in my throat.
He wasn't stopping. He wasn't going to stop. I could see it in his eyes. He was enjoying it. All of it. His d**k had gotten hard.
I threw my left fist with everything I got and felt a sharp pain shoot through my entire body.
Josh stumbled twice and went down with a heavy thud. His neck was twisted in an awkward angle and I thought he was dead for a second but then he snored.
"Whoa." Anthony said from the doorway.
I hadn't noticed he was there. He looked like he had been standing there for a while.
"I was about to put him out but boy!" He whistled. "Where did you learn to hit like that?"
My heart was beating too fast and there was too much adrenaline flowing through me to answer straight.
Hot pain shot through my fist making me wince. I tried to unclench my fist but the pain was just too much.
Anthony saw the look of pain on my face and walked up to me. He tried to have a better look at my fist but I snatched it away. The pain was just too much.
"Relax, tiger. I need to have a look."
I tried to let him but every time I pulled away when the pain became unbearable.
Anthony swept me up into his arms and carried me up to his room. I was still in shock and hadn't been able to say a thing.
"Give me a second while I take care of that piece of shit."
Piece of s**t? Josh! He was talking about Josh.
I took deep breaths until most of the panic went away from my system. All that was left was the pain.
I tried to unclench my fist again. "Ahhhh! f**k!"
It felt like my knuckles were broken. All of them. I knew it wasn't possible and it was just the pain getting into my mind.
Anthony came back after a while with warm water and a napkin.
"It's fine." He said in a soft voice.
I watched his eyes glow as he gently massaged my palm. He tried to open the fist but I winced and cursed softly.
His fingers were hard but gentle at the same time. I tried to distract myself from the pain but it was just too much.
"Think it's broken?" He asked slowly massaging my wrist.
I nodded.
Of course I think it's broken. It hurts like hell, I thought, biting my lips.
His fingers touched mine and he managed to open the fist just a crack. He hummed a song as he worked my fingers with his.
"What's that?" I asked, panicking a little as he reached for a tube.
He paused as he saw me stiffen. I was about to pull my arm away.
"It's fine," he said. "It's just ointment."
I relaxed.
Anthony kept his eyes on my bruised fist as he massaged lathered some of the ointment on his palm and ran it through mine.
It was not as painful as I'd imagined it would be. The cool ointment had a relaxing effect on me. It was soothing.
Anthony's eyes stayed on what he was doing while my eyes stayed on him. He was dangerously handsome. I wanted to run my fingers through his hair and pull his face closer.
I tried to focus on anything that wasn't his gorgeous eyes but I just couldn't. His eyes were magical; irresistible.
Are you f*****g crazy Quinn!! Pull your head out of your goddamn ass. What are you trying to do here?
I shut my eyes and cleared my head completely. He wasn't there. He wasn't. All that was left was the soothing sensation I was feeling.
Anthony's POV
I still couldn't believe she had knocked out the poor kid. I had been on my way to check on Nancy when I heard the commotion coming from her room.
I had been confused at first. I even hesitated when I got to her door but then it sounded like she was in trouble.
The guy had stuck his d**k out and was about to touch her when she hit him. I smiled at the memory of it as I walked back to the room with the dry napkin and hot water.
Quinn looked like she was in a lot of pain. Her fist had a deep purple color around her knuckles. She still kept the fist intact.
I sat beside her.
"It's fine." I said as I massaged around her knuckles.
She winced occasionally the closer I got to the purple spots. She truly was in a lot of pain.
I tried to feel for signs of a broken bone but she wouldn't let me.
"Think it's broken?"
She nodded.
Of course she would think that. It wasn't broken but that doesn't mean it won't hurt like hell.
Massaging softly, I managed to get her fist open just enough for me to feel the affected area.
I started humming Charlie Puth's One Call Away. I was hoping it would ease her a little and she might even hum it with me but she obviously didn't know the song.
Quinn stiffened as I reached for the ointment I had brought with me. She was about to pull her arm away.
"What's that?" Her voice shook.
I tried to make her relax. "It's fine." I said.
"It's just ointment."
I held the tube up for her to see which made her relax a little. I used the ointment on her bruised palm and I could tell immediately it was working.
She watched me as I massaged her fingers one by one. Her body was no longer tense. I could tell.
Quinn was no longer wincing from the pain instead she groaned and moaned.
Her body hunched out, a move that threw her chest forward. I couldn't help myself. I stared at her breasts and realized they were weird. Not weird in a bad way but weird in how big they were.
Hot blood flowed to my d**k. I forced the troubling thoughts away from my mind as I tried to focus on what I was doing instead.
She's your sister, you i***t. I thought. Get it out of your f*****g head.
Some minutes later, I was helping her flex her fingers one by one until she could do it on her own. The hot water helped a lot. It had taken care of the swelling and most of the pain even though she had screamed like a f*****g banshee when I'd used it.
"Thanks Anthony."
I smiled at her. "It's fine."
"I used to get in a lot of bar fights at one time. I picked up a few tricks taking care of the bruises myself."
Quinn chuckled. "That explains a lot."
"It does." I grinned.
She looked at the door. Her expression was clouded.
"Is he still there?"
I shook my head. "No. I sent him home with a friendly warning and a pat on the back."
Quinn raised a brow. "That doesn't sound convincing at all."
"Oh. It doesn't?" I grinned. "Well it should, seeing as I only threatened him to stay away from you if he did want to have to live without his miniature dick."
Her brow raised an inch higher. "That accounts for the 'friendly warning' but what about the pat on the back?"
I shrugged as I tried to keep my expression from giving away too much.
"You hit him!" She gasped.
"It was more of a tap. A friendly tap but I guess if you look at it another way then it could be seen as a hit."
Quinn chuckled. It was hard to look away whenever her face did whatever it did when she chuckled. It was very hard. Almost impossible.
Quinn stayed longer and we talked about how her mom had always kept a tight leash on her.
She was just like every other rebellious teen but I had to admit her mom had gone overboard on most of the spy level antics.
Quinn told me about how her mom had scared away her first boyfriend with a gun and how she had installed a tracking device on literally everything she owned.
I couldn't understand how she managed to live that way. All my life I'd been able to live how I wanted. There had been nobody to dictate how my life should go.
"So what about you?" She asked, c*****g her head to the side.
I didn't want to talk about my life. She was fine with sharing details about her life but I wasn't.
"There's nothing to tell."
I hoped she would drop it but the look on her face told me I was wrong. She wasn't going to let it go.
"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked, frowning.
I sighed. "It means what it means."
"Is that why you hate your dad?"
Her voice echoed in my head. Hot blood rushed to my head. Her words played in an endless loop in my mind.
"You don't know a f*****g thing." I snarled at her.
She got up agitated and walked up to me. "I know! So tell me."
"Why don't you keep your nose out of my business and focus on your own s**t. Maybe then you'd be able to figure out why your mom treats you like a prized chihuahua."
Quinn's mouth opened but she didn't say a thing. Different emotions played on her face in that moment but the one that stayed was pure rage.
"f**k you!" She yelled knocking the chair down as she left.
The door banged with enough force to bring down the whole town.
Should I go after her or not? I didn't know what to do. I tried to think but my head was clouded.
I cursed.
"f**k!"
I hadn't meant it, any of it. I had let my anger get to my head and said things I regret.
"Shit." I punched the wall over and over and over until both my knuckles throbbed.
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