*peeks out from beneath barricade*
"I think the coast is clear Jerry..."
*Jerry muuurs*
"What? Jerry I can't differentiate between your sounds for duck or chicken--"
*Gets laid out by soaring car tire*
"YOW! Fuck!"
*hops up, dodging cellphones and pillows and lamps*
"RETREAT, JERRY! BACK IN THE BUNKER--"
*launches inside*
*trailer house crashes overhead*
*Jerry pokes out after a moment*
"Muur, muuurr!"
"I think that means, calm down and enjoy the chapter!"
*gets drilled by folding chair*
"Oof!"
{Thanks for reading!! I love you allll... I don't care if you hate me, go ahead haha. I'm sorry it took so long, I'm back in school, my sister got married, I have a boyfriend, had to survive through another semester of college...yea, not much for excuses, but I'll be honest with you! So sorry for being a complete and terrible asshole of an author! Hope you enjoy! :)}
Chapter 44 -
Not possessive not possessive-- Is all my terror - stricken brain can manage as I gawk wide-eyed at the She-Monster scarcely twenty feet away.
If there was a part of me that had the capacity to at the moment, I could easily bet that some fucking stupid part of me would be upset over the fact that what Sebastian had just said wasn't about him being possessive over me, or jealous that I was speaking to another male. Some part of me would. If I wasn't scared to the point of nearly shitting myself. But I'll be honest, right now I could go for a diaper.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck... Is all my brain can come up with right now, and that really isn't much for a fucking escape plan brain. Where the fuck are my survival instincts!?
The hall has gone eerily quiet, some kids whispering, but mostly everyone's just standing as stock still as me like the wee lambs that just spotted the starving lion. I can feel their eyes flitting back and forth between us, know that their brains are executing escape plans (like cram against the wall, dive into a classroom) for when she barrels down the hall at me. But nope, my brain has decided to stall on me with the thoughts 'fuck fuck fuck' on fucking repeat.
She looks ten times bigger than usual, maybe because it looks like a bunch of freshman are closest to her, looking maybe half as terrified as I feel. Her hair is pulled back from her squished wrinkled face in a tight ponytail. A determined, pee - inducing glower of pure execution is set like to the bones, even her piggy pug nose somehow looking scary. Was she always that big? Has she bulked up in the last while? Exercising by ripping fucking watermelons in half with her bare hands, imagining that it was my melon in her hands---
Noo! I yell at myself, trying to reign in my panic. Keep it together, you've gotta survive!
Beside PugFace stands her cronies, Em and Tamara. Em ('Emily Christenson' my brain supplies from when Abel told me in the library) didn't look as frightening. I mean, the girl is still built like a Ford F150, but her expression isn't bloodthirsty. Tamara on the other hand looks ready to pounce forward like a mad-eyed rottweiler with a snap of Flora's fingers.
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