Pacifier

🍒Isabelle🌼

"Benji..." I said as sweetly as I could. Dragging his name out slowly, eyes twinkling.

"Izzy..." he mocked me, raising his brow, looking up at me from where he sat, legs kicked up on the chair.

We were sitting round the lads table at the back of the balcony. Him leaning against the wall, phone pressed to his ear, a look of nervous concentration on his face.

I was sitting at the edge of the table, swinging my legs over the side. Restless. A little frustrated and a little distracted. My mind still on other things no matter how hard I tried to think of anything else.

Other things like the way Van had made me feel when he'd picked me up and thrown me over his shoulder. Carried me all the way home like that, his hand up my skirt, the pressure of his palm, the friction of it rubbing against my lace panties. How new that sensation had felt to me. The little electric fuzz which still remained, long after the nerves and the fear of his temper.

"Who are you calling?" i asked hoping to ease my way in with innocence before asking the questions I really wanted to know the answers to.

Like why someone set fire to Larry's car.

Like why i couldnt even go to school anymore without getting held at knife point.

Like why those Reid lads would kick Larry to the floor asking where Della was, if they had her locked up somewhere, helpless and desperate the way Id been imagining her all day. The way she'd weighed heavy on my mind since that morning when the boy had spat in my ear. His spit on my cheek only half the reason for my shuddering nausea.

"What?" he asked, absent minded. Letting me guess at the answer before I'd repeated the question.

I bit back a smirk, lighting up, suddenly teasing.

"Who are you on the phone to?" this time when I said it a prodded at his arm with the point of my toes, left a smirk on his lips as he rolled his eyes and swatted me away.

"None of your business Izzy," he grinned stuck somewhere between endeared and irritable.

"Is it a girl," i asked, flashing him a cheekier smile when he looked up at me from under his lashes, a look of disdain as he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Curiosity killed the cat love," he chuckled, "Its just Kita," he said smirked as he leant forward taking hold of my shoeless foot, fingers threatening to tickle it, "now if I were you lass I'd zip quit being such a nozy Parker ey?" he was only messing with me but I gave in and relented for all of five minutes. Watching him waiting for her to answer his call.

I bit my lip, it wasn't quiet enough for me to hear the rings.

"Why are you calling Kita?"

"Izzy," he warned, "settle down ey, haven't you got school work to do?" he asked but I knew he was only asking to try and put me in my place, remind me that I still was just a school girl and that I shouldn't be trying to tease him or wind him up the way that I was.

"It's very rude you know," i smirked then, deciding to ignore his warnings as I swung my legs over the table ledge and wound one of my plaits around my finger thoughtlessly.

I gazed around the rest of the room, expecting to see Van or sonebody else I recognised but apart from Bob behind the bar the rest of the family were nowhere to be seen.

I chewed on my bottom lip, Ben didn't answer me, just rolled his eyes.

"Isabelle," he simmered on my name, "settle down,"