Part 27 (1/2)

Dean twists my arm behind my back, hard. A scream rips from my throat. The pain that is shooting through me and into my shoulder is blinding. My gaze falls to the ground. Dean is talking, saying things that I can't hear. He releases me, but the fire inside my bones doesn't stop burning.

Dean pushes me with his shoe, yells at me. ”Shut the f.u.c.k up. People are going to get the wrong idea.” Dean pulls me up by my other arm and drags me. When he's nearly there, he lifts me onto his shoulder like I'm a child. He's going to throw me inside.

I freak out. My brain snaps and goes Cujo on his a.s.s. My teeth sink into his shoulder and I bite down. His s.h.i.+rt tastes of blood and I bite down harder. Dean screams, cursing, and throws me. My back hits the ground first. White spots form around the edges of my vision, making it hard to see. Unbelievable pain shoots up my arm and into my shoulder. It's a million times worse than before.

I'm screaming. I don't even know what I'm saying, but I start repeating, ”Leave me alone!” over and over again. When Dean tries to pick me up, I kick at him. My foot connects with his face.

”You f.u.c.king wh.o.r.e!” Dean is holding his cheek, growling at me. ”I'm going to make you pay for that.” He's coming at me again. I stay down and kick at him. Dean dodges my feet and manages to grab my ankle. He drags me toward his truck. I twist around and try to crawl away. The asphalt shreds my palms to bits.

”Stop! Let me go!” I'm screaming. I'm trying to fight back. I am not getting in that truck. I manage to twist my hips quickly and roll onto my back again. I kick hard and my heel jabs him in the b.a.l.l.s.

As soon as Dean's hand is off my ankle, I roll over and crawl back to my bag. I find my keys, but before I can get up and run to my car, he hits me. Dean's hand strikes the side of my face. The keys go flying. I'm sobbing and screaming. Snot and blood are mixing together. Dean is holding my face so hard that I can't pull away. My teeth are biting into my cheek drawing blood. I taste it inside my mouth.

Dean's brow is covered in sweat. He hisses in my face, ”Get into the truck and I'll make this easy on you. Keep fighting back and your ride home will be much less enjoyable. Do you understand what I'm telling you?” One hand is on my face, holding me tight. The other slips between my legs, over my jeans, and he grabs me.

Instinct takes over. I'm not the same girl I was four years ago. I'd rather die than let him touch me again. I slam my head into his nose and hear it crack. Blood gushes everywhere. Dean growls so deeply that he sounds more animal than human.

I'm running. I have no idea what I'm going to do, but I run back toward the English building. Halfway down the sidewalk I run straight into Peter. My body slams into his. He steadies me, holding my shoulders and I cry out.

Peter's eyes narrow and a look of fury spreads across his face when he notices the blood. It's everywhere. ”What happened?”

”He's here. Behind me in the parking lot.” I can barely breathe.

Peter drops his things and pulls out his cell, punches in a number, but the call doesn't connect fast enough. He's looking around. He doesn't see them, but I do. I stiffen in Peter's arms. Sam and Dean are walking towards us. Peter is dressed in his suit pants and white b.u.t.ton down s.h.i.+rt. His jacket is draped over his bag. He doesn't look threatening.

Sam and Dean grin at each other when they see me with him. Peter steps in front of me. ”What's going on? Which one of you did this to her?”

Sam throws my bag at my feet. ”Cut it out, Sidney. It's time to go. Pick up your s.h.i.+t and get in the truck.”

”I'm not going with you.” I wipe my face with the back of my hand.

”It's not an option,” Sam says, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng a warning at me.

”She isn't going with you,” Peter repeats.

Sam steps toward Peter. ”I'm her brother. I drove down here to get her and bring her home. Our mom needs her. I guess she didn't recognize Dean.” He looks over at his friend and laughs. ”She must have thought you were a mugger or something. She beat the s.h.i.+t out of you, man. Sid didn't even recognize her old boyfriend.” He turns back to Peter and acts like what just occurred is normal and could have happened to anyone. Sam holds out his hand, gesturing for me to come. ”Let's get going. It's a long drive back.”

”You're her brother?” Peter asks. Sam looks at me and then nods. ”And you're her ex?” Dean is holding his s.h.i.+rt to his nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

”Yeah, that's what he said, s.h.i.+thead.” Dean says it to Peter, but he's staring at me like he intends to rip me apart once we're alone.

Peter's voice is so deep that it rumbles. His shoulders tense. He only says two words. ”Leave. Now.”

Dean laughs and looks at Sam, and then back at Peter. ”Or what?” Dean steps in front of Sam and keeps talking. He's so close to Peter. ”You'll write me up? Any chance you have a little crush on my girl? Because she is my girl, Sidney will always be mine.” He grins at me and my insides go cold. ”Did she tell you that we used to be an item? Did she tell you that she likes some messed up s.h.i.+t?”

Peter doesn't respond. His hands are at his sides. The only reason that I can tell that he's upset is the way his fingers twitch every few seconds, as if he's.