I CAN’T HELP BUT FIND RELIEF IN IT

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

24. I CAN’T HELP BUT FIND RELIEF IN IT

“Kieran if you...” I started with a warning but I’m cut off as his hand comes down fast, striking my naked butt. I gasp loudly at the stinging sensation.

“Apologize.” He says as he rubs and soothes the spot.

“You’re fucking insane. What do you think you’re doin… Aaargh” I cried out as another slap lands on the same spot and I buck, thrashing and struggling to get free. It’s futile.

But with all that, I still keep my mouth shut as hard as physically possible. I refused to give in.

“You seem to have good tolerance. Why don’t we up the level a little bit ?” He cooed and rubs my back where he’s holding me down and my back arches begging for the comfort.

There’s a higher level ?

“You’re.. you..”

“Are a Psycho? Jerk ? Crazy? Sick?” he taunts before his palm s me in the same place again, two consecutive times and I cry out at the intrusive pain, and the way he disrespected my body like he owned it.

It fucking hurt.

“Sorry, fuck you!” I scream in frustration wanting to not give in but being forced to.

He rubs my butt and although I don’t want to, I can’t help but find relief in it.

“It seems you have conflicting thoughts, baby girl. Shall we correct it?” He massages the spot.

I bite my tongue and beg him for mercy with my eyes but if he notices, he just ignored me.

“Fine. I’m sorry.” I bite my tongue harder to stop the ‘fuck you’ from coming out. I couldn’t take another one of those spanks of his. I taste a metallic taste and realize I’m bleeding. I bit down too hard.

“Good girl.” He purrs, massaging the sore part in a way that was very soothing before giving me a forehead kiss and walking out like he hadn’t just seen, touched and disrespected my body with Andrew on the phone to hear everything. I quickly hanged up the phone. How will I ever face him now? I could kiss the possibility of him still wanting me goodbye.

What is worse is that, I didn’t think I hated the whole spanking thing a hundred percent? It was new and intrusive.

* * *

I tune out Chloe who is telling me about her love triangle with Emily and Tyler. I’m catching a few mentions of names and places and it’s something about he asking her on a date and Emily stalking them on the date……

It’s not as if what she was saying was boring but my mind was filled with other issues. Like how I was going to sit in class whilst my butt was sore. I had tossed and turned in bed all night and couldn’t even sit properly at breakfast. I had to lean on the kitchen island as I gobbled up hot coffee and pretend I was too late to sit down and eat properly. So now my butt was red and throbbing and my tongue was wounded and burnt. I was lacking sleep too. I’ve gotten about three hours of sleep at most. I cried, cursed Kieran, and even resulted to using an ice pack on my butt during the other hours. Chloe had picked me up this morning whilst Kirk whined about not being able to ride with me. Mom dropped him off herself.

“Can you believe that girl tried to bribe the waitress to spill the food on me? Thankfully the waitress found her weird and told me. They got her kicked out from the restaurant and she made a scene like the Karen that she is.”

“That must have been so embarrassing” I laugh.

“Duhh it hella was. She promised to sue them whilst security dragged her and her fake von savarins out. She’s trying to be you so badly it’s painful to watch.” She snorts

And I release another laugh.

“I’m heading to cheer practice now. See you in second period.” Chloe says and skips off.

I sigh. I still haven’t handed my resignation letter to coach Torrie. I missed cheer. And I was getting out of shape.

Maybe, I’d have to hit the gym one of this days or take up track or dance. I had to join something to keep me out of my head and in shape.

“Aaliyah” Someone taps me on the shoulder and I turn to see Andrew in his basketball jersey standing behind me. He looked good today. He was wearing a headband and he’s blonde hair was sticking up from beneath it. I guess he was heading to the gym for his match against Kieran. Then I remember he had heard Kieran spanking me. My ears turn hot and my face reddens.

“Oh i.. ummm.. Andrew”

“How are you?” he asks sweetly.

“I’m good. Yourself?” I shrug and he notices something is off.

“What did he do to you?” He asks as he turns me around to look for bruises.

“Nothing. He just.. Well, he umm spanked me.” I wished for the earth to open and swallow me. I could literally feel the heat in my cheeks.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you from him but once I win, that would no longer be the case.” He says and holds my hands to re-assures me.

“I’ll come cheer for you.” I say, glad that he didn’t even blame me and wanted to protect me from that Psychotic jerk. I liked Andrew even more now. Kieran can go to hell.

He holds my hands as we walk into the gym. Kieran is already there with like half the school in the bleachers. It’s not unexpected since everyone knows what happened during the first match. He’s talking casually with Ryan and Tyler like he didn’t have a game in a few minutes.

He was so arrogant and confident in himself, underestimating Andrew’s hard work and training. He was going to be humbled so quick. I smile widely.

I couldn’t wait to taunt him with it.

“Hold on, wait for me. I’d be back soon.” I had an idea and quickly told Andrew. I go to where cheer practice is going on and drag Chloe aside, ignoring the looks from my former team members.

“Andrew and Kieran are having another match to determine who gets to be captain. Let’s go cheer for Andrew.” I say

“Umm. Coach Torrie is here. I heard of the match but she won’t let us go till we land a new routine perfectly but Glenda keeps fumbling her hold on the flyer so it doesn’t look like we are leaving anytime soon.” She glares at Glenda.

“She’s mad at you too so if you want to make it to the game then you have to leave like now. She literally just got into the office to pick a call.”

“Ugh, fine. Grab me Andrew’s jersey and some body paint.”

I guess this is the only way I could support him.

I go to my locker and grab my cheer uniform skirt and shoes before heading to the nearest washroom and changing into the outfit.

I wore Andrew’s jersey, tying it into a crop top. It was number thirty seven. We had every member of the team’s jersey in case we wanted to cheer for one person or build a routine that singled out individual players. I wear my cheer skirt and sneakers and paint his name on my waist, so the first letter starts at one side and end at the other. I hurry back to the court after.

Andrew is now seating on the bench. I go over to him and he smiles as he sees my outfit. He gets up to hug me and tell me I look beautiful in his jersey number as he traces his hand across his name on my skin.

I drink in the complement with a blush and a smile.

He moves his hair back and I realize the hair band is not really holding it out of his eyes.

“Sit. Let me help you with your hair.” I pointed to the bench

“Bossy.” He teases but sits. I take out the pink ribbon from ponytail, letting my hair fall down my back in waves and I use the tie to hold his hair back in a little ponytail.

“There you go, better now?” I grin

“Yeah, thanks.” He grins back as he gets up and strokes my hair before rubbing it gently. I hope Kieran was somewhere watching and taking notes. He only knew how to grab and pull on them.

With that thought, I subconsciously began looking around and see that he’s staring at us already and my heart jumps at the intensity of his gaze.

I guess he’s mad that I’ve found someone who genuinely likes me and treats me well and I’m not going to be sad, lonely and miserable like him. That was why he was playing this game. He was so cocky and arrogant that he’d win. I just couldn’t wait for him to fail. I wave at him fake enthusiasm and give him a boo sign just as the whistle blew to call them on stage. He’d be too heart broken and shocked at the end of the match to come and drag me by my scalp, which I know he wants to do right now. I flip my hair mockingly at him.

A wild idea occurs and I follow my intrusive thoughts, just to make him get him angry enough to make rash decisions and lose the game.

I hold onto Andrew’s jersey and rise up to press my lips to his.