Elijah Downing

He was the least of my worries, but now he has his eyes on her, what can we do? Arron Connors and I concocted all of this with Tiara. We brought Cameron in on it, who thought he had a crush on the little girl we had planned to cause severe pain to. She was shorter than all of us. That’s one of the reasons that attracted us in the first place. The second she was all alone and cute with her curls cascading down her face. She was a perfect victim of our torture.

We all knew Cameron wanted to protect her from our cruelty, but we managed to persuade him differently. When we all barricaded the girls' toilets, it was just going to be a warning to her like all other times. I admit we took it a little too far. She was fourteen. She was around six months older than us, even though she didn’t act or look like she was. Rumors had it she was different from all of us. She was backwards. Somehow, she was a bright girl though she struggled in class. Anyway, as I was saying, once we had beaten her to a pulp she could hardly move, then it was Cameron’s turn to give her a beating, so we left him to it.

He looked distraught when he went out. His clothes had blood on them, but my knuckles were not. What had he done to her? His eyes were red and angered. We dared to ask what had happened in there, so we all walked away. After a week, she never showed him what the hell he had done. He was avoiding us like the plague. He’d missed school since the incident in the toilets. Something was off.

Word got round she was in hospital. She’d lost a lot of blood, and they were doing tests on her. Was it her blood on him, we saw that day? God, I hoped not, or he’d be in deep s**t. We all looked at each other concluding he’d f****d her.

He tried to hide it once he returned to school, and we asked what he’d done to her. All he said was she got what she deserved.”

We all knew he’d f****d her. I can’t believe he f****d her. It was supposed to be me. We all agreed once she turned sixteen, I was going to be the one who took her. Then he had to go ruin that too. God, I f*****g hate you Cameron Greyson. I never missed an opportunity to get close to her. I made sure we were alone.

I slipped my arms around her, talking into her ear. "Good afternoon my sweet. How are you?"

"What do. You want Elijah?"

"Just answer the damn question."

"I’m fine."

"Aren’t you going to ask me how I am?’ I asked her, gripping tighter on to her waist.

"H…h…how are you?"

"Better, now I’m seeing you." I growled into her ear. She shivered and I smirked.

"What do you want, Elijah?"

"Your tight p***y on my cock."

She stiffened. Shaking.

"What’s wrong baby?"

"N..n..nothing.."

"Good. I’ll take it easy on you, I promise." With that, I kissed and licked her neck. She swallowed hard.

I smirked, I could do this all f*****g day and torment her. I began kissing her neck with my hands, making my way over her body. "You're so small baby." I said, fondling and grabbing her breasts. She shuddered, but I continued, knowing she couldn’t get out of my grip. She was struggling, but I kept a firm grip on her waist. "Please, Elijah, stop." She begged, short of breath.

"Why, baby? We’ve only just started."

"Please," She begged.

I chose not to listen. My hands go down her body under her skirt, touching her. "Mmm sexy no pubs. Did you get yourself shaven just for me?"

"Please El...." She said almost in a scream as I inserted my fingers inside her. One by one, tears were streaming out of her eyes down her face.

"Please don’t cry baby, just enjoy it" I said, kissing her neck, biting on it, sucking it. "I so want to f**k you right here right now. Showing your virgin p***y what a real man is." I growled and she was gone.

What the f**k? I ran down the corridors trying to find her. She’d just disappeared into thin air. f**k, what did you do to her, Cam?

I didn’t really want an answer, I already knew.

Now I see that same cold stare in Shawn’s eyes. Once he had spotted her full of lust and hatred. I can’t let him get to her. I won’t she’s mine. I saw her first. Everyone else can just go f**k themselves. I’m going to be the one who f***s her by the end of the year, not him.