CHAPTER 294: 294-FIGHTING MY OWN MATES

Clementine:

"What the fuck is wrong with you guys? You’re going to break the door!" I screamed from inside.

Thankfully, I hadn’t taken off my clothes.

"Get out. Get out of there. She needs to use the restroom first," Yorick shouted from the other side.

My eyes widened at his demand.

"What the fuck?" I screamed back.

I was completely shocked and moved by their actions. Then they finally broke the door.

As it opened, Oriana rushed in to pull me out, but she froze when she saw the look on my face.

She knew exactly what would happen if she laid a finger on me.

"Now you know I’m not alone," she hissed, looking me straight in the eye with a clear threat.

"Get out of the bathroom, Oriana," I threatened, meeting her gaze.

Her confident posture began to waver. She glanced left and right, checking the others to make sure they had her back.

"No," she replied, after confirming they would defend her if it came to that.

"Well then, how about we all stand here and watch you shower or use the restroom, since you idiots already broke down the door," I commented, turning to the side and leaning against the wall, arms folded across my chest.

"Did you just call us idiots?" Yorick demanded, pointing at his chest.

I rolled my eyes, furious and feeling betrayed. Why the fuck did they act like they cared about me last night? I would never know.

"What are you guys doing just standing here and not reacting to her?" Oriana turned to the three, urging them to respond by pointing out that they weren’t doing anything.

She watched their faces as they continued to stare at me.

"Clementine, if you don’t want us to do something that will upset you, then please leave," Haiden spoke, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white and the veins on his hands became visible.

"Really? Do you think there’s still something you can do that would make me feel like you’re the worst?" I asked Haiden, chuckling slightly at the fact that he believed there was still anything left for me to say that could make them seem worse as mates.

"Clementine, just go," Troy muttered through his clenched teeth, closing his eyes.

It was almost funny how obsessed they were with her.

They knew they were wrong, yet they still couldn’t help being rude to me just to please her.

"Okay, if you guys aren’t going to lay a hand on her, then just tell me you’re all on board, and I’ll do something crazy," Oriana said, as expected of her, she always needed backup before starting a fight.

When the others stayed silent, she took it as an agreement and started walking toward me.

Oh, I was so ready for it.

The minute she closed in and put her hand in my hair, trying to grab a fistful, I reacted and caught her wrist, squeezing until her face grimaced and her fingers loosened from my hair.

"Ow, ow, ow!" she cried, snapping her head toward the alphas to see why they had not reacted to me.

"Don’t just stand there, do something!" she demanded as I pulled her hand down.

In one swift move I twisted it behind her back and forced her face against the bathroom wall.

She cried out and turned her head to look at my mates.

"Let her go!" Yorick shouted and stepped forward, wrapping his arm around me to pull me away from her.

That was a big mistake. I elbowed backward, striking him in the nose and leaving it bleeding.

While I still held Oriana against the wall with her arm twisted, a gasp went up because I had attacked Yorick.

I moved to the side, released Oriana’s hand, and immediately grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of her head.

With my left hand still in her hair, I pulled her aside and kicked Troy in the shin, making him squeal and hop on one leg.

Haiden stared at me in shock for a moment, confused by why I was suddenly attacking everyone.

When he moved to come at me to try to save Oriana, who had her back to me and both hands tangled in her hair as she scratched at my arm, I grabbed the shampoo bottle from the shelf and tossed it at Haiden, hitting him on the forehead.

He still didn’t back down. As he stepped in to grab my wrist, I raised my free arm and elbowed him under the chin, making him bite his tongue and bleed into his mouth.

"Fucking hell," he groaned, clutching his mouth.

I grabbed Oriana and began yanking her hair back and forth.

"What the fuck?" she screamed.

By the time the other three were back on their feet, I directed Oriana so that when I kicked her in the back she landed on top of them.

They managed to hold her and didn’t fall because they were very strong.

"Enough!"

As I stepped forward, ready to pounce on anyone who moved closer, a loud scream cut through the room.

We all turned toward the bathroom doorway and saw the ringleaders standing in our room, Mr. Rick looking very angry.

I could tell the others had seen me holding on to her by her hair.

The moment eyes landed on her, she acted as if she’d been beaten to a pulp. She dropped to her knees, crying and shaking like she was terrified.

The instant she groaned, I rolled my eyes. I could already tell that the so-called ringleaders were laying on their empathy a bit too thick.

At least, Mr. Rick and Miss Lenora were.

"Ms. Lenora, she attacked me. She attacked me again. She wouldn’t stop hurting me."

Oriana started to cry, making everyone’s eyes shift toward her. The problem was that I couldn’t stoop to her level.

I couldn’t pretend to be scared or weak when I wasn’t, at least, not because of her.

So I might have been the one who looked like the evil individual to them. I could tell that very much.