Page 57 of Reign of the Queen
I've never seen him like this. Even when dealing with his father's shit or Carter's dad's bullshit, Theo is always in control of himself. Right now, he looks like he's either about to fucking cry or go on a massive killing spree. "Dude, calm down, tell us what happened. What's got you worked up like this?"
Theo starts pacing back and forth, the palm of his hand dragging down his face in agitation. "I fucked up. I fucked up big time."
I grab onto his shoulders and halt him in his pacing. He is starting to scare me. "Did you hurt her? Did you hurt Mia?" I brace myself for the possibility that he hurt her, which is why she rushed out here like demons were on her tail.
He stares back at me, a look of fear crossing his features. "Not physically, no. She saw man, she knows." He takes a deep, shuddering breath.
"She knows what, dude? You’re not making any fucking sense," Mateo throws out, coming closer to where I still hold Theo's shoulders.
"I brought her to the house, asshole. She saw the whores my dad keeps locked up. She saw his fucking playroom and the two women the fucker left tied up in there," he spits out.
"Why in the fuck would you take her there, Theo?" I release him and step back, grabbing onto my own short hair and yanking. Why would he do that? Has he lost his mind? No wonder she ran from him as she did. She probably thinks he's like his dad and might lock her up and hurt her. Rage fills my whole body. I’ve never had the desire to knock him out more than I do in this moment.
"I just wanted to get her some warm clothes, she looked so cold, and I wanted to take her to the beach... but she was cold. I... I didn't...I didn't think anyone was in the house. He left this morning and said he wouldn't be back until the day after. I... I thought it would be safe, that we were alone." He stumbles through his words.
Carter steps up and lets his fist fly, landing a solid right hit to Theo's cheek, then steps back, looking like he doesn't give a shit if Theo retaliates and that maybe he's going to throw another one. "If something happens to her cause you scared her like that, I'm gonna do more to you than that; you feel me, brother?" He shakes out his hand.
Theo rubs his cheek with his fingers, and they come away with blood from the skin splitting where Carter hit him. He looks down, and then rage passes through his features. He moves toward Carter to retaliate, but Mateo and I put our bodies in between the two idiots and hold them back.
"What the hell, Carter? I didn't want to scare her. I don't want anything to happen to her. Why would you even suggest that?" Theo belts out in rage, again trying to push my body out of the way to reach Carter.
I shove Theo back while Mateo does his best to hold on to Carter. "ENOUGH, FUCKERS!" I shout. "This is not helping the situation one bit; you two assholes need to calm down so we can figure out what to do."
"What to do? She's probably halfway out of the state by now the way she drove out of here." Theo rakes his hand through his messy hair.
"Mia is not a weak ass bitch. That would not cause her to run like that. Whatever is going through that pretty blonde head of hers, it won't be running away. She's probably already recalculating her plan of attack. Fuck knows you just gave her the best weapon she could have asked for." I sigh.Shit is about to get messy, and of all people to give her ammunition, it’s control freak Theo.
"Mia is not gonna run away. She's retreated for the moment. But you better be ready for when she comes for you, Theo, cause guaranteed she's going to." Mateo lets go of Carter and sits his ass down on the concrete.
"What do we do now?" Carter asks, his body completely deflating from the rage he was in just a moment ago.
Theo moves his jaw back and forth, testing the movement from the hit Carter gave him. "It gets fucking worse; she saw the marks on my back." He looks down at the ground.
I shake my head,great. "And how did she happen to see the marks on your back, Theo?"
Theo is so careful with keeping and hiding what his dad does to him and what he makes him do to others. The fucker doesn't even shower with us in the guy's locker room after practice, waiting for the whole team to leave before he gets completely undressed. We only know what his back looks like cause we've known him the longest and witnessed the abuse he suffers, escalating with his dad's sick depravity over the years.
The only time I've actually witnessed his back was a year ago, when his dad took an electrical cord to his back over and over again, over something that Theo wouldn't do as demanded. Theo couldn't even move enough to get the shirt that was embedded into his skin off, so Mateo and I had to cut it off of him piece by piece, while Carter ran out to bribe the pharmacist to give him an antibiotic and stronger pain meds. He stayed at my house for over a week fighting the pain and the infection that settled in the wounds. I was so worried I would have to take his ass to a hospital.
"We were fooling around, and I used my shirt to clean my cum off of her." He refuses to look up at us as he lets that statement fly.
"What. The. Fuck. Theo, are you serious right now? You took Mia to YOUR FUCKING HOUSE and then proceeded to get your dick wet, all while there were women tied up down the hall?" I lose it and shove him as hard as I can.
"You fucked Mia?" Mateo lets out with disappointment from his seated position on the concrete.
"No, I didn't, and can you keep your fucking voices down? The whole school doesn't need to hear our business." He seethes.
"You didn't fuck her? Then where did the cum come from?" Carter asks, perplexed.
"I didn't fuck her, you assholes. I finger-banged her, gave her an orgasm, and then came on her bare pussy. Are you fucking happy now? Need any more visuals?" He sighs and sits down on the ground next to Mateo.
"Is her pussy as beautiful as the rest of her?" Mateo asks with a smirk.
Theo lets out a deep sigh. "Yeah, asshole, her pussy's beautiful, her whole body's hot, and she tastes like fucking sin."
"Mmm, anyone else getting sort of turned on right now?" Carter asks with a chuckle, adjusting himself in his pants.
"No, fucker." I turn my back on him.
