Iced Out Novels & Stories

Just the low hum of tension that clung to me like a second skin. I pulled away, rubbing my temples. My stomach churned, a knot of dread and frustration tangling tighter by the second. I turned to the sink and twisted the cold tap. Water gushed out, startlingly loud in the silence. I cupped it in my hands and splashed it onto my face. Once. Twice. Again. The cold burned against my skin, a small mercy, a distraction from the thoughts clawing at the inside of my head. Calm down, I told myself. Just breathe. It’s not what you think.

TWELVE He sucked hard on his cigarette before tossing what was left of it. He released the puff of smoke through his nostrils as he crushed the cigarette with his boots. "f**k this." He muttered, punching the brick wall in the process. He was on the verge of a meltdown. "What's up man, what have you been up to?" Payne bellowed as he snuck behind him. Payne was always a loud wide animal in his crib. "Nothing.. just needed some air." He turned around to face the monster. Disgust and hate filled his guts. All he wanted to do was ram his fist on Payne's jaw and crush his bones.

His hands were bandaged, and I knew his neck had to be killing him from the angle. Lifting my free hand, I ran my fingers thought the silky strands of his hair. I took stock of my aches while I soothed myself by touching him. My neck was in immense pain when I moved it, so much that it was difficult to look down at him. Adam’s fingers bruised the muscle. My face was swollen in multiple places, giving me that beach ball like feeling again, and the taste of rust was on my tongue from the large split in my lip. I could feel the location of several places they stitched back together in my scalp and at my hairline. I clenched the muscles of my stomach and instantly regretted it.

I called and texted her since she left but she hasn't returned any of my calls or texts and that's fine because I know I hurt her but nothing feels thesame without her. "This guy has been pissy all month, so I figured drinking may cheer him up." Nick says to Luke who just joined us at a bar I was forcefully dragged to. "I'm not pissy." I was beyond pissy. "If you pout any more, we're going to have to take drastic measures." Nick says again. I didn't even bother responding. Instead, I held up my middle finger and focus on drinking maybe it would give me something to take my mind off of how badly I'd screwed up.

I stepped out of the car and saw a familiar figure. Wade. Recently released. One leg dragged badly. It was the one the loan sharks had broken years ago and never healed right. He was standing in the snow in a thin, worn-out jacket, handing out flyers, bowing slightly to every person who passed. When he saw me step out of the car, he went rigid. The flyers scattered from his hand. He turned and tried to move away on his bad leg. "Wade." He stopped. His whole body shook once. He turned back slowly, his eyes full of fear, shame, and something that looked like the end of a very long road.

Ace said with a sullen expression, "so don't get your panties in a knot about it but if you insist on doing so, at least let me assist in unknotting it." "You're disgusting," I scowled, "don't make me slap you again." "If I recall correctly, the last time you did slap me it came with an invitation to have my cock down that pretty, tight throat," he was so brazen which had my breath hitching and my eyes widening. "No, I'm pretty sure I used the word maybe in that invitation and I also implied that I have a mouth and know how to use it. To clarify, it meant that I'd bite your tiny dick off."

Embarrassing and comforting. Ken drove past me and stopped. He stepped out. "I’m sorry for not being a gentleman earlier." I frowned. "What do you mean?" "Miss Mira, can I give you a ride?"

I tried to say, but my words were cut off by a fist flying into my face, knocking me backwards onto the floor, the chair creaking under the weight, but not breaking. "Fucking hell." I spat as blood dribbled from my lip, along with a fucking tooth, that was to be the second I had lost because of this piece of ass. "If you think what we did to Anthony was bad..." Adam remarked as he checked his fist out for signs of blood like I had the fucking plague. "You are in for a right treat with what we have planned for you."

My pace slowed as my vision began to blur. My mom was getting something out of the oven. When she stood straight up, she hit the handle of one of the pots, flipping its contents and wasting it all over her arm, hand, and face. I could hear her piercing scream as her skin instantly began to bubble.

"Tariq isn’t here. I want a cheeseburger." "You have a cracked mandible. If you try to bite into solid meat, you will split the bone and I will have to drive you to a hospital to get your mouth wired completely shut. Actually, let me go get you a cheeseburger." Oliver narrows his eyes. He leans back against the couch cushions, crossing his arms over his taped chest. He immediately winces, the movement pulling the bruised intercostal muscles, and drops his arms back to his sides with a sharp hiss of breath.