You Suck

Savannah

“How about... FUCK YOU! How dare any of you try this baby back bullshit with me! When this wears off you are going to wear my foot as a hat for all of your asses!

“I will Red Foremen each and every one of you bastards…”

I fume. My anger boiling like lava sludging in my veins, if I could move regularly then I would rain hell down on every son of Lucien Henley.

I’d save his sorry ass for last.

“She’s taking this well.” Darrion leans against the door with Dane.

Damon hasn’t come back in after I screamed some truly ingenious promises about an hour ago.

He tried to say it was for the best, but after I turned red in his pale face I think he got the message of how I would not be backing down no matter what his douchebag self said or tried to do.

“Hey there, my favorite goddess, I made you some breakfast.”

Moonpie and Sunshine walk into Damon’s room with their hands full of plates and a cup with a ridiculously long straw.

“Kiss my ass!” I sneer.

I feel trapped and that is not going well.

A warm sensation pecks my rear end over my boxers.

“Hey!” I flip around to see what just happened and find a cheesy grin on Daxton’s dumb face.

“Your wish is my demand.” He puckers his lips and sends a kiss my way.

“I wish I could fart right in your face right now.” The room fills with laughter.

The smile on Daxton’s face lifts to a true smile and he falls into a fit.

I grumble and show my annoyance at all of them while I eat and they try to make me laugh.

They take turns telling me stories or fun facts, sometimes just talking to me about something about the club, like seeing how much I know about the method of bikers or the shit on TV.

After a while it works and I forget I’m here against my will, that I’m in deep trouble with my uncle and I’m sure Percy by now.

I don’t know how many hours go by before Darrion has me in a game of Uno.

Which I win.

“How are you so good at card games?” Dane throws his handful of cards down and kicks his chair out behind him like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Because you suck and I’m awesome. I’m a goddess, you peasant-looking bitch.”

We all crack up. I eat a few Cheetos and toss one at Dane since he has his mouth open.

I hit him dead center and make him gag.

“Sorry, I’ll back up. My loooong dick gets in the way from time to time.”

I try out a gruff male’s voice and Dane flips me off, telling me to sit and spin.

The bar is empty this early in the afternoon, leaving just us beside the “hang arounds” they say are not pledged members but “known associates.”

I laugh and throw the whole bag at him, starting a chip fight in the bar that turns into a ketchup and mustard fight.

We run around and squirt each other with random bottles while I hide under the bar itself and grab the soda sprayer.

My idea generator lights up. I can hear the guys coming to gather to try and gang up on me.

When I peek through the bottom of the bar and see the shadows, I pop up and hit the trigger, spraying all of them with seltzer water.

Drenching them from head to toe and cackling like a super villain.

Much louder than their yells of protest.

Dane tries to run away, but I grab the beer nozzle and give him his own special stream.

The cold liquid hitting him makes him slip and fall on his back. The frothy ale foams up around him while he lies out like a starfish.

I laugh so hard I’m crying, my hip hurting from how I was bent down then standing, but now it’s my ribs that hurt.

I haven’t laughed so hard in so long.

My eyes close and, holding onto the bar so I don’t fall myself, the spray hose drops. The sound of the guys laughing with me is like a perfect melody.

One my soul has been searching for.

I can’t deny the feeling of fitting in, like I’ve found a second home.

Or third.

The realization comes in hard, sucking the laughter from my body the same time the door swings open with a ding of the bell above.

“What in the hell happened in here?!”

Lucien’s voice makes the guys stop laughing and everything goes quiet. Slowly I rise from behind the bar.

Like a guilty child caught in the act, we all hold the same look.

But I don’t match entirely.

Completely dry and clean besides a few stray Funyuns hanging in my hair.

The six boys, dripping with beer, soda water, ketchup, mustard, and sprinkled with chips from all different kinds like some kind of weird art display.

My eyes find a seething Uncle Jonah, and Damon’s void-of-emotion expression tucked right at his father’s, King Lucien’s, side.

“Savannah. Gabriele. Madis.”

His finger raises to me, snapping to his side.

If looks could kill, I would have died fifty times in three point two seconds.

“I can explain this, my dear uncle. I swear. This was—”

“Get your ass outside this bar before I come get you myself.”

I nod, biting my lip and walking around the bar the best I can without limping.

My uncle’s pissed-off face deepens when he sees me in Damon’s clothes.

“My stuff is somewhere,” I add while successfully avoiding the main part of the spill and not falling on my ass and ripping my stitches.

I don’t know why or how, but Lucien and Damon seem not worried at all about my uncle being here.

I don’t know what’s going on.

I wave at the guys one at a time as I pass them by.

I mouth an “I’m so sorry.”

And try really hard to not laugh at Dane, still lying in a puddle of beer.

I lose my battle with it when he tries to get up and falls.

I laugh with my face hiding in my hands.

My bottom lip being bitten down on but not helping.

When I get in front of my uncle, Lucien and Damon, I hang my head lower to show I know I’m in trouble, but I can’t stop laughing, hearing Dane falling like some skit on TV every time he tries to get up.

“For fuck’s sake, please help him!”

I walk past my uncle and step outside.

He is hot on my tail with this unbelievable expression; his eyes are softer but the scowl is still there.

“Savannah. Thank Mr. Henley for offering you shelter last night.”

I can see Percy watching me in Jagger’s squad car.

“Thank you, Luci, for ~offering me shelter last night~. I also apologize for the mess in there.”

I pick the round, crunchy Funyun from my hair and eat it.

Standing in the sun, on the sidewalk, in Damon’s gray shirt, no bra, and his boxers, I’m sure I’m a sight to see.

Uncle Jonah calls Percy from the car; he is at my side in a flash.

“Go.”

Uncle gives us a wave of his hand and Percy has me by the arm, latched on, dragging me off to Jagger’s police car.

He looks equally unhappy.

“You’re in goliath-type shit, Van,” Percy whispers.

Jagger steps out and gives me the evil eye.

“I thought you were going to be good for me, Vannah?”

His Jason Momoa-like arms crossing at his chest.

“I was, Jag, I just got…sidetracked?”

I look up at him sheepishly.

“I trusted you. You let me down.”

I feel this stab in my chest.

“I’m sorry, Jagger…”

I hang my head and roll up my sleeve for Percy to give me my shot.

Uncle Jonah stands, talking to King Lucien and Damon.

Whatever they’re talking about, my uncle seems to only get more pissed.

Glaring at me from his spot in front of the bar.

Luci is going on about something, Damon nods a few times.

~What are you telling him?~

“Here we go, Van.”

Percy gives me a sympathetic smile before jabbing the needle in and catching me when the lights go out.

The last thing I see is my Angel, going along with his father like a mindless lackey.

That does not sit well with me.

~Not at all.~