The Words

by Ashley Jade

“Nah. It was your girl.” My girl? “Can you be more specific?” “Lennon, motherfucker.” My mind spins back to what Sabrina said after I fucked her in the band room. I bolt up in bed. “What the fuck happened?” I’d been so busy practicing for our upcoming gig and ignoring her, I forgot to warn her not to go to the party. “Sabrina and a bunch of other assholes threw pig slop on her. Then they circled around the poor girl and oinked while someone kept yelling, ‘Sooey.’ It was fucking brutal.” Jesus fucking Christ. “Anyway,” he adds. “I have her in my truck. What do you want me to do with her?” He says it like she’s a goddamn appliance he’s delivering. Then again, that’s Storm. The only emotion the fucker is able to register is anger. I swipe my keys off my dresser. “I’m on my way.” “I’ll keep her until you get here. Although I should warn you, the girl still hasn’t said anything. I think she’s in shock or something.”