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Flick rolled over in bed and stretched. He heard the distance sound of a television somewhere. He stood up ad scratched his ass as he walked towards the kitchen.
Coffee first, then interaction.
His phone dinged.
He diverted back and grabbed the cell. His parents sent him a message. He unlocked the phone before swiping up and then nearly dropped it.
His parents tied up. Dad’s face was bleeding. Duct tape over their mouths. What the fuck was this he ran downstairs.
John sat at a desk and glanced up with a smile as he reached the bottom step. His face went from happy to concerned in a blink like he knew.
“Whats wrong?”
Flick aimed toward the table and sat down waiting for the text. There would be a text something.
John stood over his shoulder lookgin at the screen. “What the fuck. Brae!” he called out. “Sara.”
The rest of his friends rushed into the room followed by Mallory and Vicki.
“What is it?” Sara asked.
Flick tried to make words but they weren’t coming out.
John answered, his voice grim. “Bitty has his parents.”
Mallory gasped. “That bitch.”
Vicki held onto her stomach while Brae and Sara swore.
“What does she want?”
Flick let their words wash over him and stared at the phone, waiting.
A hand came down on his shoulder. He glanced up. Mallory. The rest of his friend still talked but he only saw her.
“It’ll be okay.” She said.
They stared at teh screen togetehr. Willing a text. A call. Anything.
“Call Bentley,” John said.
“No. I can’t call from this phone. She might call or text. You call.”
John left the room to do just that. Vicki trailed him.
Flick hands shook a bit at he waited.
When the text came he nearly dropped his phone.
SIO2
“What the fuck does that mean? Brae asked.
Flick’s mind went blank. Silicon dioxie. Glass. Bitty couldn’t mean drink glass, has to be window glass.
He got up and ran to his room. They weren’t supposed to open the shutters but he had to try. His window was empty.
He ran to the next and the next until he saw the commotion at the fronts. The guards had a body on the ground. Before he coudl think about it he went outside.
Mallory was in the group behidn him and gasped.
“Jacob.”
“Who’s Jacob?” they all asked.
One look at the sick look on Mallory’s face, the hand on her belly, the fear. He knew. This was her stalker. This was all part of some bullshit plan to get to her. Whether Bitty put her up to it or it just happened concurrently.
Flick ran up to the guy who only smirked. As he got closer, he saw how much taller and fitter he was. Jacob back up and his smirk faded.
He swallowed hard and held up his hands. “I am just here to deliver a message to my old friend Mallory,” the fucking tease, he muttered under his breath.
Flick kepts advancing until he was right up in his face. “What didyou say?”
Mallory put a hand on his arm. “Flick.”
He hed up a hand. “I know how to deal with trash like this?”
“Trash.” Jacob laughed in a light trill. “If anyone here is trash. I am thinking you in your dingy jeans.”
“Awww, see you judge class by clothes and things. I judge class by integrity, honor and class. SO yes. YOu are trash that hurt a woman I care about and I want you gone.”
Bently had arrived by that point.
HE pushed between the two men. “Stop this is useless.”
Jacob leaned forward. “There are a lot of useless things happening tonight. I had a message for you but I really dont’ feel like sharing anymore.
Flick launched himself at the guy. He got in one hard punch to the guys nose. Jacob moved close and attempted a bear hug? What the fuck kind of fight was this.
Jacob’s mouth moved near his ear. “Bitty says hi, she is enjoying the time with your parents.”
“My Parents!”
By the time Flick reaalized exactly what he said, they’d pulled jacov off of him. “What about my parents?”
Jacob’s smirk returned even swarmier, I said wait until you mean the parents. Sorry if you got confused.”
“No, no you said you had my parents. Bentley.”
“We will take care ofhim. YOu gusy go back inside. This isn’ safe. More cops pulled up and FLick stared at the door. Brae and Sara went inside first, then john and VIcki, Mallory stood waiting for him, her hand out towards hers.
He couldn’t take it. IF bitty had his mom, his dad? His rocks. Nothing would keep him away. He stared around him and could see from the streets where they were. He was miles from home but he could uber.
He took off inside brushign past Mallory who remained hot on his heals. “Flick, you didnt have to do that.”
“DO what?”
“Hit him.”
Flick laughed. “He’s lucky there are cops around or it would have been much worse.”
Mallory put a hand on his arm. “Flick.”
He glanced down at her and her little curl. “Mallory.”
His hands came up and cradled her face and he took her lips, softly with reverence. “You deserve someone who will fight for you. Who will take offense at the thought of hurt to you.” A kis between every sentance until he coudl baarely breath. “I would love to be that man>
Mallor put her hands over his on her cheeks and they stared.
Vicki came down the stairs and then slowed. “Um sorry. Didnt meant to interupt. She took off for the kitchen”
Mallory burrowed her face into his shoulder. He caressed a hand down her hair. “It’s true.”
Mallory lifted her head. What are you doing now?”
“I needed to go to my room quick and then I willl be down.”
She narrowed her eyes at him but noted. “See you in the living room.”
HE wasn’t going to go back to the living room. Vitty had his mom and dad. He was going to get his phone. Get a freaking Uber and head off this bitch himself.
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