Bleed With Me by Ashlynn Read Free Novel Chapter 10

The rest of the day flew by and all I could think about was her. For the first time in my life, I actually didn’t want to go to the game. I wanted to find out where she was, what she was doing and just make her cum until she physically couldn’t anymore. The way her mascara ran down her face, while I gagged her with my cock has my dick hardening as I glide across the ice. My head is not in the game, and what makes it even worse, is she’s not fucking here.

Parker skates up next to me as I chase the puck, “Grinder, get your fucking head in the game,” he growls, but I ignore him taking the shot and missing. Cursing myself, Coach yells from across the rink telling me the same thing Parker did. This girl has me all the way fucked up. We have thirty seconds left on the clock and we’re down a point. If I don’t score a fucking goal and win this shit, we have a harder chance at making nationals. I didn’t work this hard to lose tonight over pussy. But fuck, her pussy is magnificent and I’m going to carve into it when I get my hands on her.

“Grinder!” Parker shouts as the other team gains control of the puck, causing me to double back. Fuck. Striker glides right past Lucius taking the shot and missing. Slamming into Striker, I take control of the puck, skating around our goalie Phoenix, and taking off across the ice.

Looking up at the goalie, I set up my shot with Crusher protecting me as I move in and out of their defense. I lose focus when I finally see Liv, out of the corner of my eye standing to the side with Buckman’s fucking jersey on. I growl as Striker slams into me, stealing the puck and taking off where I just came from. I curse again and give chase, slamming into him with my stick that smells like her. I’m going to fucking kill her. 

Regaining the puck, I take the shot as the buzzer sounds, I hold my breath as the puck ricochets off the goal post. My head drops as the other team cheers in celebration, winning the fucking game. I fall to my knees in defeat, knowing I just let everyone down. Fucking failed us all. I had one fucking job. A job that I do well, and now I fucked up. Over her. I get up and skate over to my teammates who all look at me with the same look my father gives me. Disappointment.

Coach lays into me like never before but I can’t hear or see anything except her as she stands there, staring right into my soul while wearing my teammates fucking jersey. She winks at me and I throw my stick and gloves to the ground, walking out and heading for the locker room. This fucking cunt is going to make me lose it in front of everyone. I need to get in the shower to cool the fuck down.

Standing under the cold spray, I do my thing quickly, not wanting the guys to see how ripped up my back is. It doesn’t help that the gashes are still fresh and I keep overexerting myself, not giving them any time to heal. I don’t want them to know I took our punishment for them. It’s not their fault. Just like the loss of this game. It’s mine. I let some new girl crawl inside me, clouding my mind and taking me out of the game. I never let pussy do that to me. Hockey comes first over everything, but tonight, I truly fucked up. I deserve every second of pain I feel as the cold water pounds against my mottled flesh.

Shutting the water off, I dress quickly in sweats and a hoodie, grab my bag and exit the arena as fast as I can. I just need a fucking minute to gather my thoughts and get my head back on straight, before I literally kill a team member. Heading back to my room I slide the key into the hole and open the door, I slam it behind myself and throw my bag onto my bed heading straight for my liquor cabinet. Opening it, I take out a bottle then reach into the drawer for my joints. Walking over to the french doors, I open them and the cold night air smacks me in the face. It smells of snow as I take a deep breath of fresh air. I really fucked up tonight. I’m so fucking ashamed and I let my whole team down over pussy. Over. Fucking. Pussy! I spin and place the bottle of Macallen down, grab the lighter on my nightstand, sparking up the joint. I take a deep hit and hold it before exhaling. Reaching for the bottle on my nightstand, I pull the cork out and bring the bottle to my lips, taking long gulps of the amber liquid. Placing the bottle down I take a few hits while staring out the doors, as the wind lifts the newly fallen snow. If only life was that simple. Just go outside like a child and make snow angels. The memory floods my brain like it was just yesterday…

“Come on Hayes, hurry up and get your gloves on already,” Ali yells from across the house. Ugh, I just want to go ice skating with Parker, not outside building snowmen. But of course my brother is with our father and mother is upstairs, drowning in her sorrows, so who is left to watch Ali…me.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming!” I yell back, sliding my boots on and throwing a hoodie over my head. Rushing down the stairs, I see Ali tapping her boot with her arms folded over her chest, brows furrowed and rosy cheeks sticking out of the scarf wrapped around her neck.

“Took you long enough. I’m dying underneath all these layers, Hayzie!” She huffs and I roll my eyes at her nickname for me.

“How many times do I need to tell you to stop calling me that?” I ask and she laughs.

“Oh well, get over it big bro. Now let’s go build a snow man!” She cheers, spinning to swing the door open and as she does she slams into the legs of our father who has a murderous look on his face.

“I told you both. No outside when no one is home. Alexandra, take off your snow things and get in the basement.” he orders and I cringe. I know what that means and I don’t like it one bit. She shakes her head furiously as tears stream down her face. She looks at me with fear in her eyes but there’s nothing I can do. Maddox told me to mind my own business. To act like I don’t know nothing. That I don’t see anything but when I told him I want to stab my father, he punched me in the face telling me I’m not strong enough. That I will be dead before the knife even pierces his skin.  Ali’s screams take me out of my thoughts  and I run out of the house with my father shouting after me. I can’t be in this house while this happens. So I run, until I can’t anymore…

Grabbing the bottle I take another long gulp and wipe the tears that fall from my eyes. I’m not weak. I am not weak. I bring the lighter to the joint sparking it up again. Taking a pull, I exhale and take another gulp, finally feeling the liquor flowing through my veins. My chest is so tight and all I feel is sadness. I growl, getting up from the bed and stumbling as I look around for my phone. I need a distraction. I don’t want to think of my childhood or anything else for tonight. Finally finding my cellular device, I see a million missed calls from Parker and Lucius but I ignore them, swiping through my contacts I see her name and I want to throw my phone across the room but I take a deep breath and another hit of the joint then exhale as I pull up a text thread.

Finishing off the J, I flick it out of the opened french doors and into the snow then take another swig from the bottle and place it down on my desk. Despite the doors being opened, it’s stifling in here, so I take off my shirt and throw it into the hamper. My phone pings and I smirk.

The room spins a bit but all I keep seeing is her in that mother fuckers Jersey. I clench my jaw still pissed I lost the game over her. Luckily tomorrow night is Cemetery Man Hunt night. Boys versus girls. She better fucking be there. I plan on making her fucking pay for every minute that fucking jersey was on her back. Fuck, what is it about this fucking girl that has me so fucked up? She’s gorgeous, no doubt, but that can’t be it. The pull every time she’s near doesn’t help, but fuck, I need to just let it go. Taking another swig from the bottle, I walk back over to my bed and swipe out of the thread with Liv and scroll down the list of girls I can hit up. Fuck it. Might as well get black out drunk where I can’t see or think and fuck one of the many dumb sluts at this school.

Nothing like a two for one special.

The next night, I’m walking through the maze, heading for the cemetery gates.  A few girls giggle ahead of me as they walk out of the maze and up the cobblestone path through the dense fog approaching the old iron doors. I step around them, digging in my pocket for the wrought iron key to unlock the gate. After doing so, I remove the lock and chain, hanging it on the lever as I push the heavy metal, swinging it open for everyone to enter. The cemetery is located at the highest point of the mountain overlooking the river. The cathedral is just beyond the cemetery with a mausoleum attached to the back of the building. Last night was a mistake. I should’ve never gotten that drunk and I shouldn’t have fucked those girls but I’m an impulsive son of a bitch and make poor choices. I did however, text Ivy to meet me here tonight. So now I’m in a bit of a pickle. I just couldn’t get over being hurt by Liv. I thought that by writing her that poem, she was the one I needed— the one my soul spoke to with just one look and now I’m second guessing myself. She never answered me and I never wrote her again. Hopefully tonight she will be here and I can give her a piece of my mind.

Walking to the far end of the cemetery, I sit on a concrete bench and wait until I spot one of the guys. They deserve an apology for my actions, but I needed to cool down or I was going to lose it. I’m sure they know how disappointed I am in myself but I still need to apologize. Buckman will be lucky if he even makes it through the night, he might stand a chance so long as he steers clear of me. I still haven’t faced the news my father dropped on me the other night about my brother. It doesn’t feel real and I’m not sure how to navigate all this alone. He didn’t really like me much because I didn’t want the life he had, so I was nothing but an immature little pissant to him. The only time we bonded was when he taught me to kill. Other than that, he kept his life private and had his own demons to deal with.

Footsteps crunching as they slowly approach in the snow has me lifting my head to see Liviana. My eyes trail up her legs, taking in the black fishnet stockings covering her thick thighs. I take my time; slowly raking over her short black leather skirt up to the white tank top she’s wearing under her black cropped zip-up hoodie, showing off her perfect fucking cleavage. Not wanting to look at her for another second, I stand before she crowds my space.

“I’ve been looking for you!” She shouts.

“Get the fuck away from me!” I spit walking away from her, but she shoves me and I stumble into a headstone. Spinning, I get in her face.

“If you don’t fucking walk away now, I’m going to fucking hurt you!” I growl, but she just rolls her eyes.

“I’m sick of this fucking game, Hayes. What are you so mad about?” She shouts, putting her hand on her hips.

“Mad is an understatement Liviana. You show up to my game, late, in another man’s jersey after I specifically told you to wear mine. What fucking game are you playing with me?” I grit, raising a brow as she huffs.

“I’m not playing any fucking games, asshole. He forced me to wear it!” She fires back, and my vision blurs as she continues to speak. Whooshing sounds flow through my ears as I hear keywords that make me irate. “Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.” Her voice echoes in the distance, even if she’s standing in my space. Memories flood for a split second but I push through not wanting to go there. Not now! Not in front of her!

Growling, I move to take off through the cemetery, but she grabs my wrist and I quickly wretch it out of her grip.

“Go enjoy the party. I have something to handle,” I spit, walking quickly through the cemetery, disappearing into the dense fog. “Forced. Made. Can’t. Hurt. Blood.”  Those words keep whirling in my head as I search for the fucker I’m going to kill tonight. Weaving through a sea of people, I spot him talking to a few girls. Taking out my phone, I send him a text to meet me behind the cathedral.

Walking away from the crowd, passing the steps, I make my way around the side of the expansive building. I hope none of the elders are in the tombs right now. I really don’t want to have to explain this kill to them. It will just put a target on Liv’s back, and that’s the last thing I want. Footsteps approach and I step out of the darkness, making my presence known.

“What’s up Grinder? Hey, thanks for losing us the game last night. Maybe next time I’ll steal your spot, since you can’t get the job done.” He laughs as I rear back, punching him in the face. His head whips to the side from the impact as he stumbles in the snow.

“Fuck you, Buckman.” I grit, tackling him to the ground, laying punch after punch to his face. He laughs with every hit, only making me madder.

“You touched what wasn’t yours and you forced her to wear your pathetic jersey. You could never be me.” I laugh sinisterly. “You’re a fucking loser, just like your father,” I spit. “You will never be worthy of my spot. You fucking piece of shit!” I growl as I continue to mangle his face, feeling bone crunch underneath my fist.

“She’s not yours either,” he groans, and now it’s my turn to laugh.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I smirk, reaching into my pocket, taking out my pen. “Ahh, hello friend, we meet again,” I laugh sinisterly as his eyes widen.

“Ask h-her about D-Dillon,” He stammers as I step on his fingers, crushing them into the frozen earth. He screams as blood pours down his face.

“She has a whole boyfriend back home. My younger brother. If you don’t believe me, ask her. Or better yet, ask her why she’s here.” He taunts. I grip his blond hair, pulling his head back just like I did to Knight. He swallows thickly as I press the sharp point to the vein that is pulsating erratically in his neck.

“It was nice knowing you, Chuck Buckman. See you in hell.” I growl, swiping the point against his vein as blood sprays my hands and pants.

“Fuck y-you.” He chokes and I laugh, stabbing him in the neck repeatedly as blood splashes against my hands and face.

“Fuck me? Nah, fuck you and your brother. She’s mine and only mine.” I roar, not stopping until I hear a gasp. Lifting my head up, I see Liv standing there with her hand covering her mouth.

“Get out of here now!” I command and she takes off running the other way. Wiping the pen off against my sweats and tucking it in my pocket. I let go of his hair and drop his head to the ground, rolling him to the edge of the cliff and letting his body fall into the river.

Taking my phone out, I see it’s almost time for Manhunt to start. I text Ivy and tell her to meet me in the cemetery. I need to let some of this pent up tension out and there’s nothing more satisfying than being balls deep in a tight cunt.

It’s time to play my Sinister Valentine. Let’s see how fast you can run.