21
Amelia’s pov
“Wait up!” Foster’s strained voice yelled behind me as he close the door and runs up to catch up with me. He gives me a
sheepish smile. “I can’t have you walk into the wolves den alone. Not with all of them here.”
I nod, smiling a bit as I don’t bother to knock and opened the door. Instantly I am hit with the scent of alcohol and something else I couldn’t put my finger on. The music is louder too and the teenagers around seem so out of it that they don’t notice our
presence. Which was good
“Should we spread out?” Foster suggested as he looked around the room nervously. Spreading out would make us find Pickett faster. “Yes.” Foster and I split up and I scan the area. I’m to stay downstairs while he searches for her upstairs.
The scene around me is nothing but a blur of neon lights, staggering teenagers who laughed way too loud and pounding music that makes me regret not bringing something to block my poor eardrums.
I moved deeper into the house, keeping my eyes trained around for signs of Pickett. As I brushed pass one teen to head to the opened sliding door leading to the backyard, I see him, seated on a bar stool, leaning against the outside bar. It seems like he sensed me too because his eyes shift to mine, the green so sharp from even here, instantly taking my breath away despite me being so angry at him.
For a moment, time stood still. Well, it felt like it. And I hated it. I shook my head, forcing my eyes to tear away but then my jaw clenched when I remember why I was supposed to be mad at him. And without thinking, I marched over to him with the intention of hurting him the same way he had done to me earlier.
If he was shocked by my sudden furious pace toward him, he didn’t show it. Only leans back and lifts a glass filled with brown liquid to his lips. I sneered. He dare enjoy his time here while he let me rot in the cold alone? You’d think he would have the decency to turn back around
“I see you’re enjoying your girlfriend’s little party,” I sneered as I stop in front of him. Raiden looked at me over the rim of his glass and taunted me by taking another sip before pulling the glass away and setting it down on the surface of the bar.
“You got here quick “Was the only words he said before turning around and asking the guy behind the bar to get him
something stronger.
Annoyed that he was basically ignoring me, I gripped his arm and turned him around. “No thanks to you asshole!” I spat in his face. He doesn’t flinch nor does he seem fazed at all. It’s triggering my anger.
I’m growing even more annoyed and frustrated that he was ignoring me when it had not been an hour ago he was basically trying to get in my pants. Was he really no different than the others.
I bit my lower lip, pushing down my own embarrassment and reach out for his glass. He doesn’t say a word and I believe he knew what was coming when I lifted it over his head and poured it down
I hear a chorus of oohs and laughter but I don’t care about them. I watch the alcohol soak his thick curls drenching down his face and lips. 1 glared when he still does nothing but stare “Where does your little girlfriend have Pickett?” I snapped, frustrated that he wasn’t doing anything
Hell I’d rather he curse me out Glare at me at least Not Be Fucking Mute
The boys holding Pickett’s feet playfully swing her. She screams, trying to curl up her little body. “Shit,” Damon hissed. “Do something man. Stop her.”
I freeze, my blood running cold when Raiden’s reply comes seconds after. “No.”
The butterflies that had been raging in my stomach earlier flapped their wings brutally in my ribs. I felt nauseous and helpless. Battered by the amount weight that was now on my shoulders. Raiden wouldn’t help, not that I expected him to.
I pushed my disappointment aside and focused on Pickett who was begging for Dayna to put her down, The boys holding her chuckle louder. “Weee,” they sang. “Does little Pickett enjoy the swing?” They taunted.
“Man what the fuck is wrong with you?” Damo
Pickett only.
growled behind me but I drone out their voices. I should focus on Pickett and
“Let her down Dayna!” I snapped, glaring up into her cocky face. A cold chill race down my spine when I saw her the smirk on her face widen.
“You heard her boys let her down.” She sang just as the boys release their hold from Pickett’s ankles. The sound of her small body hitting the water made my entire body go numb and my heart to drop so low in my stomach I was afraid it would never return to its original place.
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