Aurelia Rowl - Popping The Cherry

‘Pete, the guy driving the van, was off his head and tried to kill us all. I made him stop the van so I could get out, but then …’ It was no good. I couldn’t say another word even if I’d wanted to, not with the onslaught of a coughing fit, but Gemma refused to be distracted by something as minor as me choking to death.

‘You got out and then …?’

Jake timed his return perfectly. ‘And that’s when two fuckers chased her and scared the goddamn shit out of her,’ he said, his tone filled with hate and aggression.

To hear him cursing as if he were back on the building site only made the whole ordeal even more shocking. Gemma and I exchanged matching glances, both of us stunned by the words that hung in the air. This from the guy who was always so determined to watch his language around us, constantly pulling us up on it if he heard us swearing. His knuckles had turned white around the mug he was carrying, gripping it so hard I was amazed it didn’t smash in his hand.

‘Oh, my God! Is that true?’ Gemma wailed as comprehension dawned, transforming her expression to one of horror.

She burst into life as if a rocket had been lit under her backside and flung herself at me, kind of like in those bodyguard movies, when there’s a shooter somewhere in the room, turning herself into a human shield. I had to clamp down hard on my tongue to stop from yelling at her as she smacked into several of my bruised bits, effectively tackling me and pinning me to the back of the sofa, but I could do nothing about the whimper that escaped.

Jake came to my rescue yet again. ‘Gem, could you get Lena’s phone charging and send a text to her mum, let them know she’s staying here tonight? Maybe make it sound like it’s come from Lena, though.’

‘Sure thing.’ Gemma clambered off me awkwardly and waited expectantly. ‘So where is it?’ she prompted.

‘Oh. It’s in my coat,’ I said, angling my head to where it had been dumped. ‘Left pocket, but I think it might be broken.’

Gemma shoved her hand into the pocket and withdrew my pride and joy. I couldn’t look. My phone was like an extension of me. Even if my folks took pity on me and replaced it, I’d lose all my contacts and photos and stuff.

‘No, it looks fine,’ she said. ‘Open your eyes, Lena, and see for yourself.’

I settled for opening just one, to see Gemma holding out the miraculously unscathed looking touch-screen phone. Great! Unfortunately, the same couldn’t be said for my purple, woollen blazer, which she still clutched in her other hand. I opened my other eye and stared, eyeing the patch of dried blood smeared over the back of it. Not so great .

Gemma saw my smile fade and followed my gaze. ‘Oh, no, your beautiful coat.’

Ignoring my body’s protests, I reached up to inspect my head, expecting to find a whopping great hole in it for there to be so much blood. I didn’t find one, though, just a matted clump of hair, a bump, and what felt like little more than a scratch.

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