Swamp Princess (Skystead Prep Book 1), page 16
Yes, Sir
Dickbag
Bring your dogs too, their fathers are here.
KG
Yes, Sir
I slam my phone down only after praying it doesn’t break. Even if I want it too, he would just have a new one in my hand within the hour. We are in the dorm and the guys are all relaxing in their rooms. I am the only one who is in the common room.
“Loyal and Rem. Come out here.” I shout, needing them to get ready. Father doesn’t expect me to be too long after he requests my presence. I wait until they are both in the common area and tell them that our fathers are expecting us. They look beat.
I know they are studying for finals this week and it has been rough. Skystead prides itself on being one of the top schools in the world and they make the tests harder.
“What the fuck could they want now?” Rem crosses his arms over his chest as Loyal throws on his sneakers.
“I have a feeling.” I know this has to be about Brinley. We haven’t exactly made it to where she wants to leave yet. In fact, the opposite. We try to touch her whenever, and if she lets us, we kiss her. Which isn’t very often.
We all leave and head to the car. I don’t want to be there long, so I make sure the guys know to try and not split up in the house. I want our fathers to talk to us as one and then we leave. No extra, and no time for them to beat us.
We drive to my house silently, each of us pondering the reason for the summons. I know it has something to do with Brinley. The trailer pops back into my head, and our father’s fucking her mom.
Once we pull up to the house, we all file out of the car and head up the steps. I push the door in, seeing some of the maids pause to look at us.
“Master Kingston, your father’s as well as the others are in the office waiting for you.” I nod my head at the random maid who was tasked with telling us this.
We fall into step and we head to the room where we know our fathers will have already drank with a bottle of aged whiskey between them. On the outside, my house is splendid. It has a heated indoor pool, a tennis court, an in-home movie theater, and spacious bedrooms.
No one sees the evil lurking here, or the underground room where only our fathers have access to. One that I am still trying to break in. People would run away screaming in fear if they knew what really goes on in this house.
We enter what should be a lavish and comforting study with all the homey décor, but instead, it feels cold, unwelcoming, even with the laughter coming from the men sprawled on the black leather couches. I clear my throat, making our presence known and our fathers immediately holt with the laughter, almost like what they were laughing about; they don’t want us privy too.
“It’s about fucking time.” My father motions to the small black leather couch and I walk over, sitting, followed by Rem and Loyal. We sit a little stiffly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. I hate the waiting as they look at us silently with disappointment and hate, like they wish our mothers would have swallowed instead.
Loyal’s father leans forward and looks at us. “Why is the scholarship student still at the school?”
Loyal answers his father because he is the one that asked. “We haven’t had a legit reason for her to be gone. Mr. Darrington wanted to make sure it looked good on record, so it doesn’t hurt the Skystead Prep image.” Loyal says this as respectfully as he can.
My father scowls at him but doesn’t deny what he said. I know something is up with the fathers and I am betting that it has to do with the skin they were talking about.
“How about this.” My father hits a button which I know sounds an intercom into the kitchen. “Ladies, please, come up here,” father says and I think that a bunch of whores will come through, but shock registers when our mothers walk in.
At first, I don’t see anything wrong with them until the white on their arms. I look closer and see each of them have a cast on.
“You broke their fucking arms?” I stand, shouting while Loyal and Rem move to their mother’s and check on them. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Sit the fuck down, now!” My father says, yelling on the last word. I take a deep breath and sit down, glaring at the man I hate the most. “This is what is going to happen. You will make her leave, or you boys will be motherless.”
They say this like it is a normal conversation, like they aren’t threatening our now terrified mothers. They silently leave the room at Mr. Belleville’s nod.
“Why do you want her gone so bad? She is not making waves with anyone?” I ask him.
“It’s not your concern.” My dad snaps. I need to dig more into Brinley. I know they want her for something, but I think it is much more than what I even know. You have until after Christmas break to make sure she is gone. Do you understand that?”
“I understand.” I glare at him before looking at the guys. This fucking piece of shit is using the only good things in our life to make us do their bidding.
“Son.” Rem’s father calls out to him. “Don’t forget that you have a sister to worry about.” I hear the evilness in his tone as he makes his point.
“Yes, sir,” Rem says, his shoulders stiffening.
“So, get fucking gone,” Mr. Lockwood says and together we move out of the room, not bothering to look at our mothers as we pass the kitchen. I love my mom, but I hate that she is so weak and has not left my father. I don’t care if he disinherited us, we could make it. Playing ball has got me looked at by pro scouts and I know I could make it.
Sliding back behind the wheel, a moment of relief washes over me until I have to look at the guys. “We have to do something big, something that will make her want to leave.”
“You have something in mind?” Rem asks.
“No, not yet, but we need to think of something fast.” I think about what I could possibly do to her and so many things pop into my head, and yet, I don’t want to do any of that. After the fucked up shit I already did to her, I wanted to get closer to her.
She is not what I expected from a swamp rat, and she is far from the vapid bitches I am used to. The ones living in North Warren are vain and shallow and only have one thing on their minds, and they only want to progress in life, riding a rich heir's cock to the finish line.
Not Brinley, though. She has dreams and wants a future, one that isn’t laid out for her, but the one she created and worked for.
Shoving all other thoughts out of my head, I turn up the music and try to calm myself before I lose my shit.
Chapter Twenty
This morning, I had a smile on my face. I thought that the weekend reset helped me think through things more. I had formulated a plan, somewhat. I was going to talk to Blaise and Hector and have them both tell me what they are hiding, or I would express my desire to not be with them while they hide things from me.
I was going to talk to the confusing sky kings and ask them plainly what they wanted from me, but now everything is in the shitter.
“Whore!”
“Swamp slut!”
“Go back to the swamps, you whore!”
“You’re nothing but trash.”
All morning, the insults have kept coming, so many that I lost track of the number of faces who made it a point to insult me.
“Brinley, hey, wait up.” I pause, hearing the first kind voice since I left my room. I turn and glance at Haven who is rushing to catch up with me, and I pause to wait for her.
“Hey, Haven.” I smile at her, but I know it doesn’t reach my eyes.
“Did something happen with my brother and his friends?”
“Not that I know of. Why?” I watch her face show with confusion before she frowns.
“They basically made you the school target.”
“What? Why would he do that now?”
“I don’t know.” Haven shrugs with a frown firmly in place. “I will dig around and see what I can find out.”
“Okay.” Anger surges through me, and all I want to do is confront them pricks but I don’t have time right now. I have to get to my first class that I unfortunately have to share with Remington.
No surprise though that he is not there. He doesn’t show up for the entire class, and all the guys are missing from my classes that they normally share with me.
By the time its lunch, I am fuming. I have had my shit knocked from myself and my desk multiple times. I’m pretty sure that I have spitballs in my hair, and guys have been leering at me all day like I am willing to fuck them all.
I storm into the dining hall, and I look around. I spot Blaise first, sitting with his new girlfriend, and his eyes briefly meet mine before moving to his girlfriend. There was no warmth in them, which is suspicious. I keep looking until I see them sitting at a round dining table to the back.
I storm over, noticing how the dining hall has gone almost silent as I stand in front of their table.
“What the fuck is wrong with you three?” I cross my arms over my chest and glare at them. They continue to ignore me, so I ask again. This time, louder. This time, when they ignore me, I tap Kingston’s shoulder, watching as he goes rigid.
They all stand, and Kingston glares at me. “Don’t fucking touch me, swamp bitch.” He shoves me slightly and before I can even say anything, Loyal dumps the rest of his food and drink on me.
“Go back to your school, bitch.” Too stunned to speak, I gape at them. I hear laughter break out behind me and I refuse to turn and look at anyone until I control my face. The three guys push past me, and one of them shoulder checks me.
I rub my shoulder, trying to collect my pride, and I turn slowly. I don’t want them to see how much my feelings are hurt. I again catch Blaise’s eyes for a moment, and I see a moment of sadness before he shoves it away.
As I’m leaving the dining hall, I am walking to the hallway, thinking I will skip the rest of my classes until a hand stops me.
“Brin.” Blaise. I stiffen as he spins me around to face him. “So, you’re fucking a bunch of guys now, huh?”
“What are you talking about?” I try to read his gaze and he keeps his facial expressions closed off from me, leaving only cold detachment.
“All the guys. I thought it was just Hector.” He sneers his name, “and I, but apparently it is us, and them fucks, and more.”
Stunned once again, I look at him. “Blaise, you can’t be serious right now.”
“Tell me that fuck wasn’t inside your sweet pussy.” He gets closer to me, running his hand up my thighs under my skirt and as much as I hate it, I start to respond to him. I feel him press me against the wall as he pushes aside my panties.
He dips his finger inside of me, and my knees weaken. “Blaise, don’t.” I want him but I know he is doing this to be cruel.
“What, am I no good to you? You getting better cock? I can feel how wet you are for me. I want you to cum on my fingers like the good little whore you’ve become.” His words sting but the way he works his fingers inside me my body betrays me, and I push against the palm of his hand, hating that I am.
When I cum, I sag against the wall and glare at him. “Fuck you, Blaise.” Blaise moves closer to me and smirks, making my heart thump a little.
“No, I think I will pass.” He turns and storms away, leaving me feeling dirty. Tears threaten my eyes as I decide to ditch two of my classes. I have to do ballroom, but the rest of my classes, I am caught up on. I make a beeline to my room, praying there are no more incidents.
Once safely behind my door, I sink against it, letting myself sink to the floor. Tears stream down my face and I think my heart is literally breaking. I would have never thought that Blaise would ever think badly about me.
I curl my legs under me, letting myself cry. The stress is finally getting to me and now with the three kings back to being assholes, and Blaise being cold to me out of nowhere, the only person I have to turn to is Hector,xcept he is keeping secrets as well.
I wish right now that I had never ever won that scholarship. My life has slowly fallen apart ever since I set foot inside this god forsaken school, and the amount of lies and deceit that is happening around me.
Being here has been like a curse and one that I wish I could go back in time and tell myself that it’s not worth it. But it actually is worth it. I just have to make it.
I move to my bed, needing a nap. I need to gather myself before I explode on someone later. My patience and now my tolerance has reached it’s limit.
I wake up and immediately see that I am fifteen-minutes late to my ballroom class. I get up and quickly fix myself and rush to the ballroom. Once inside, everyone stops and stares at me.
“Ms. Venice, so nice of you to finally join us,” Mr. Brooks says. His voice is harsh but when I look at him, I see a hint of amusement. “You will be paired with Loyal.”
I resist the urge to groan and nod my head. I slowly make my way over to the Loyal, who always looks so devastating in his uniform. His jacket off for class with his white shirt bunched up, exposing his wrists. Wrists aren’t sexy, why are his?
Fuck. I need to not drool, but as he straightens and moves over to me, I can’t help it. As Mr. Brooks starts another song and tells us the basic waltz and dances with our other teacher, Loyal grips me hard as we start the dance. His eyes are stern as he looks at me.
“What did I do to you?” I try to ask him as he spins me.
“Shut up.” He snaps, so I ask again. “Shut the fuck up.” He tightens his grip on my waist, almost bruisingly. I wince and he notices, releasing some of his hold on me. We continue the dance in silence and when class ends, Mr. Brooks walks over to me.
“You will stay an additional fifteen-minutes. Loyal will help you go over the new dance we learned, and Loyal, I will give you a pass.”
“Okay.” He waits for Mr. Brooks to leave. He doesn’t say anything, just directs me through another dance. It is not hard and I get the steps quickly enough. Once done, he holds me.
“Let me go.”
“Not yet.” He bends down closer to my face, and I can smell the mint and coffee he must have had. I don’t move as he keeps me in his arms. I cannot get a read on his emotions.
I try to pull away again, but this time, his mouth meets mine. Stunning me. I give into his kiss even with warning bells blaring in the back of my mind. I give in to the kiss. Loyal kisses deeply and slowly. There is a fire there that I can taste, I know he is holding back.
Before I can try to deepen it further, Loyal shoves me back. I catch myself before I can fall. “What the hell is your problem now?” He goes to open his mouth, but I decide that I am done with his shit. I am done with all their shit. “You know what? I don’t even give a fuck.”
I turn and storm off. Wanting food, I stomp off toward the dining hall. Once there, I grab some finger foods and head to the safety of my room. I pull out my phone and text Hector. I could use some time with him, even if he is hiding something from me.
When his response is that he will be here in an hour, I eat my food and hit the showers. I bring with me a cute black sweater, some leggings, and some con’s. I also grab my makeup bag.
With the weather getting colder, I love being able to wear my cute weather clothing. The water from the shower would make others’ skin burn, but I love the heat that makes me feel like I’m roasting in hell.
I lather my hair when I hear someone in the showers. “Hello?” I wait for an answer and when I hear nothing, I go back to washing. I still hear noises and when nothing happens, I let it slide. The clicking is what has me shutting off the water and turning around. “Hello?”
Again, silence, so I rinse off and step out, looking around, I don’t see anything. I know what I heard but maybe I was hearing shit. There is no one here and with looking in the other stalls, I don’t see any feet.
I dress quickly, loving the way my sweater hugs my curves and the leggings are tight. These are the ones that make my ass look great. I smile as I fix my hair, and add some light makeup. It’s a soft smoky look which I add some blush and pink lipstick too.
I straighten my hair and give myself one last look before I walk out of the bathroom. I make my way down the halls and of course, I catch Blaise, Rem, KG, and Loyal all at the bottom of the stairs, but they aren’t looking at me. They are glaring at Hector.
The moment I step out onto the steps, they are all quiet. Hector straightens and the smile he gives me eases my heart. I start to move to him when a hand grabs my wrist.
“Do not go with him.” Blaise sneers, and his hand tightens on my wrist.
“Let go of me, Blaise.”
“Brinley, trust me. Do. Not. Go. With. Him.” He stares into my eyes with the pleading look on his face, and normally, I would listen to what he'd said but after what he did to me today, there's no way that I'm gonna let him take this little bit of happiness from me.
It saddens me for a second that this is how Blaise and my relationship is turning out to be. Not too long ago, I would have put off going with Hector just to listen to the reason of why Blaise wanted me to stay here with him.
“I don’t trust much of what comes out of your mouth right now, Blaise.” I yank away from him, just as Hector steps forward. I inwardly cringe at the look Blaise is giving me, trying to push it all back.
“Mi hermosa mujer,” Hector whispers as he reaches forward and pulls me closer to his body. I smile up at him. Hector is a Latino Adonis. His strong jaw lightly covered in neatly trimmed beard, his plump lips always so bitable and the two dimples that graces his cheeks whenever he smiles.
“Hey, handsome.” I don’t give him even time to smile before I slam my mouth over his. I need him right now. Everything is spiraling and with my heart in pieces and the constant bullying I am going through, Hector is my one shining light now.
I feel his smile against my lips as the rush from the kiss calms. “God, I missed you,” he whispers, and I smile back.
“I missed you. Are you ready?”
“Brinley, don’t go with him.” A much harder and firmer voice behind me and I sigh. Kingston is standing there, his hand raised as if to touch me.
