Chapter 15

DIAMOND POV
If anyone could sense pain more than you could feel it, I was that person. I could sense my pain more than I could feel it.
 
I’m drenched and miserable. The hundreds of slaps don’t hurt as much as my heart is hurting knowing that Jane watched them bully me and said nothing, not even tried stopping them.
 
She squats in front of me to even grin harder. “Don’t you think slapping her and getting her soaked isn’t enough? How about we get her wasted? Choking alcohol into her fucking throat will get that task done.” She taps on my wet cheek and smiles.
 
“Fucking right. Can someone get us some alcohol? We need to make this bitch a fucking cabbage.” Jane demands it and stands upright, still right in front of me.
 
I had stopped screaming but was just staring at her, wondering if she had always hated me this much but pretending never to. Fucking traitor.
 
I loved her!
My dad loved her, and she was treating me this way, as if we had never been so close to one another.
 
Someone hands her the alcohol, and she clutches my jaw tightly into her hands, forcing my mouth to open so she can pour the alcohol into my clamps mouth.
 
I struggle with her. I fight to push the bottle off and smash it to the ground, but other girls from her crew come to yank my hands and hold them hostage.
 
She smiles as her brow pulls together; she presses my jaw harder, and my mouth is forced to fall open for her. “Never trust anyone; life is safer that way.” She warns, and she pours them into my mouth, not even slowly but roughly, and I begin to choke, and my nose hurts as alcohol pumps out of it too.
 
She gives me a break as they rush down my throat. I stare at her with red eyes, crying but not making a sound because she clutches my jaw again and presses it open.
 
She downed the entire whiskey into my mouth, and in a few seconds, I could no longer see properly with my vision. It’s as if all of them suddenly doubled up, and they were about ten and no longer five.
 
The moment they let go of my hand, I fell flat on the wet, cold floor and could barely fight because I was weak as a non-living person.
 
My eyes blurred, but I heard someone burst into the locker room as he broke down the door. I don’t see anymore, but I hear as I collapse totally to the ground.
 
I’m losing it. My head is spinning, and the whole world is spinning in front of me as if I’m about to fall hard.
 
“Bloody fuck!” I hear a male voice curse underneath his breath, and I hear his footsteps rushing into the bathroom where the girls are standing and mocking the hell out of me.
 
“What the bloody fuck did you do to her?” I hear his grunt. A very loud and furious grunt, and the next moment, what I hear is something slamming hard on the wall and a female loud scream.
 
It’s Sebastian and his gang. I can feel the anger in their voice, and I wonder what he is doing to them because one seems to be choking as if she needs air.
 
“Who gave you the fucking right to touch her?” He growls and throws them roughly to the floor.
 
Someone comes closer and pulls me into his arms. It’s Sebastian, because I can vividly recognize his scent. I wonder why they are fighting for him and why they came to rescue me when they hate me too.
 
“Fuck, little mouse. You look so messed up.” I heard the sound of his biceps as he held me.
 
“She’s ours to deal with. Outs to punish and ours to fuck. The next time any of you lifts a finger on her, then you are dead.” He demands, and I hear them gasp before he strides out of the locker room.
 
I lean flat in his arms, with little life left in me. He is taking me somewhere, but I don’t know. He puts me carefully in the car and turns on the engine.
 
I’m about to knock out completely because the alcohol is intoxicating, and I’m losing it completely because I'm dying of a cold and my whole body is drenched.
Then suddenly, I feel him covering me up with long sleeves. I don't need to ask who owns it because it has all of its scents, and he puts it carefully on me.
Maybe he sensed I was cold too. Maybe he has emotions just like everyone else. Maybe he is not all that bad after all. He and his gangs might not be the devil, as I claim.
At least they were much better than my fucking friends, who have been demons all along. They came to rescue me from the so-called best friend I had.
I notice when the car stops and he pulls me into his arms again. I don’t know what will happen next until I feel him lying on a soft sofa.
 
“I need you to call the doctor, Weaver.” He shouts, sounding worried for the first time since I knew him. Does he really care this much for me, or is this still a pretense? No, he wouldn't pretend to this extent.
 
"Remember, she is human, not a werewolf like us. I don’t know to what extent she can take alcohol, and from what I can see, it’s harming her.” He says. My body is already weak; I couldn’t freeze if I wanted to because I wasn’t hallucinating when I heard him say he was not a human. But a fucking werewolf.
"She's on her way." He hears Weaver giving him feedback, and he comes to sit beside the sofa. I feel his hand touching my hair, and it's as if my skin caught fire and it's spreading through my entire body.
"What did you do to the girls?" He asks, and from the way he speaks, I can tell that Harper and Weaver are back in the room.
"I'm still thinking of what punishment to serve them. I will make sure they get punished for touching a hair of hers." I blink my eyes for a while. I feel completely drowsy, but I learned that water could help reduce the effects of alcohol.
"Water... I whisper. Sebastian seems restless as he is about to jump out of the couch to get the water, but for some reason I didn't want him to leave his position—staying beside me. 
"Please stay." I grab his hands softly, and he stills. I can feel his body stiffen in my hand.
"Can you get her water, please?" He tells someone—I'm not sure who—Weaver or Harper—but he isn't leaving anymore, and for a second, that was what mattered the most.