Ugly girl

Chapter 9

I storm toward the school parking lot on Friday afternoon in an absolute rage. I ca

This is my last shot.

I just…I can’t. I can’t go another two nights without it. Last night was more than enough. That knife is my security blanket, it’s the only way I feel safe at night. It’s like how Blake needed to sleep with a blanky when he was a baby and how kids like soft toys to snuggle. Just like that, I need my knife.

I hate how weak this makes me. After the shit I’ve suffered through, I thought I’d be stronger than this. I thought getting out of there would have me soaring but I’m still tied down by fear. How did I let this happen?

I get halfway down to the parking lot when I pass Maze and I hook my arm through hers, dragging her along with me. “What the hell?” she screeches, preparing to yank her arm free until she realizes it’s me.

“We’re getting my knife back.”

“Knife? What knife?”

“My knife. Slade stole it from my room last night.”

“What?” Maze demands, yanking hard on my arm and forcing me to stop. “Slade was in your room? What the hell, Skylah. Have you been holding out on me? Tell me he fucks like a porn star.”

I groan and start pulling her along. “Hurry up. We don’t have time for this shit. I need to get it back before he finishes training.”

“So much of this conversation is confusing me,” she grumbles, thankfully picking up her pace. “But you still haven’t answered me.”

A frustrated groan comes tearing out of me. “He didn’t fuck me,” I tell her, wondering why that statement makes me feel as though I missed out on something great. “He came to my place, broke in and then crept into my room like some kind of serial killer.”

“No shit?” she says, sucking in a sharp breath. “Are you serious? That’s so…hot.”

“HOT?” I screech, gawking at her. “It wasn’t hot. It was terrifying. He yanked me out of my bed and slammed me up against the wall so he could yell at me about the whole blue thing yesterday. I thought it was…” I let out a breath and continue on without finishing that thought. “He was lucky that I didn’t slit his throat. I mean, who does that kind of shit?”

“Wait…how do you mean you nearly slit his throat? You mean metaphorically, right?”

“No. Literally. I had my pocketknife in my hand and when he threw me up against the wall, I threw my hand up against him.”

“Wow,” she breathes. “That’s kind of morbid. Why do you have a knife anyway? Do you sleep with it?” I glance away and understanding appears on her face. “Why do you sleep with a knife, Sky? Did someone hurt you?”

“I don’t want to get into this right now,” I groan, hating that the thought of it has chills spreading through me. “Can you just help me find it. I can’t sleep if I don’t have it.”

“So, you didn’t sleep last night?”

“Not a wink. I was lucky to get an hour before he came storming into my room.”

“Shit, is that why you are such a cranky bitch today?”

“Yep.”

“Damn, and here I was thinking it was because you were about to get your period. I thought we were synching up for a minute. We were going to be mensie twins and I was going to throw us a party.”

I glance over at her. “Do you have any idea how fucking disturbing that sounds?”

“Yeah,” she sighs. “It didn’t sound so bad in my head but when it came out…you know.”

By the time we reach the parking lot, the majority of the cars have cleared out, but with cheer practice out on the field, the swim team doing their thing, and the chess club up in the library geeking out, there’s still a handful of cars to sort through. “Which one is his?” I ask, sca

Maze points towards a big, black Dodge RAM and I roll my eyes. Of course, that’s his car. In fact, I should have been able to guess. I start pulling Maze toward it and her brows drop down. “What do you expect us to do? Break into it?”

“Hell yes. You can’t possibly have an issue with it after he broke into my home last night.”

“Good point.”

We pick up our pace while doing our best at being discreet. The last thing we need is one of the girls on the cheer squad catching us and ru

We creep up to his truck and I find myself wondering if he was creeping last night or if he just walked on in without a care in the world, not bothered by the possibility of getting caught.

We reach the Dodge RAM and I groan as I realize that I’m barely tall enough to see through the window of this beast. I mean, what kind of high schooler needs a truck like this? Better yet, who around here has the kind of money to afford something like this. His parents must have robbed a bank…either that or he slept with the right person and just happens to have a magical tongue that was worth every pe

I climb up onto the sidestep, thankful that I haven’t set off the alarm and try to peer through the window but the prick has the darkest shade of tint on his windows and seeing anything is near impossible.

I let out a sigh and drop back to the ground when the sound of the door opening has me gawking across at Maze. “What idiot forgets to lock their car?” she laughs, clearly amused that the old ‘trying the door handle’ trick actually worked “Does it still count as breaking and entering if the door was unlocked?”

I grin back at her. “Who gives a shit? Let’s get in and do this shit before he comes down here and catches us.”

We dive into the cab and start searching, at least I start searching while Maze stretches out on the back seat musing about how much space there is for extracurricular activities, but as I mention how many extracurriculars he’s most likely taken part in back there, she jumps up and helps me to rummage through his car.

We find all sorts of interesting things. A lacy bra which considering the small size must be Nessa’s, there’s a pair of boy leg panties which are definitely not Nessa’s, a roll of condoms, a bag of red licorice, and a copy of his car registration which I make sure to scan over. Though what I don’t see is my pocketknife.

“Did you try his locker?” Maze asks, getting down on all fours as she checks under the seats.

“Yes, why do you think it took me so long to get down here after the bell rang? All that was in there was a bunch of love letters and nudes that had been jammed through the little gap.”

“Did you find mine?” Maze questions with a chuckle. “I put it in there at the begi

“That’s so wrong,” I say, shaking my head.

“But oh, so right. I’m hoping that picture is sitting in his spank bank with sticky bits and curled edges.”

An image of Slade touching himself while thinking about Maze flickers through my mind and for some reason, it doesn’t sit well with me.

Maze gets off the floor of the cab and falls back onto the backseat, putting her legs up as though she was at home on her couch. “Dude, I’m sorry to be the one to break it to you, but I don’t think your knife is in here.”

I groan and make myself comfortable on the front seat, pleasantly surprised with how much space this thing has. “Yeah, I’m starting to think that myself.”

“What’s so special about this knife anyway? Can’t you just go and get another?”

I shake my head as the sorrow sits heavy on my heart. “It was my father’s. Blake found it a while back. It was the only thing we have of his. Blake gave it to me as a vice to feel safe at night.”