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He raped me….

“Fuck, you have to feel how tight she is, brother; her blood coating your cock is an amazing feeling,” Franky grunts, and I thrash again, adamant to get away.

I catch Austin off guard when I thrash, and he wobbles, falling off me, causing him to curse but soon gasp in pain as I spin, ignoring the pain between my legs, not allowing myself to even think about what just happened yet, and boot him in between his legs hard.

Franky grabs my hair and punches my face. Dizziness takes hold but I ignore it as I lift my foot, kicking him in the stomach, making him grunt before he tackles me to the ground.

I scream and try to headbutt him but fail as he sits on my chest. I thrash my legs about when I feel hands gripping them before I’m violated once again, and I sob.

Franky grins down at me as his brother rapes me hard and fast, brutally thrusting as punishment, and I still, my body going cold, allowing them to get it over with, already feeling the wetness that I can only assume is blood on my thighs.

Austin moans a few minutes later, also coming inside of me, before Franky slaps my face hard, then sneers, “Should have fucking just let me win, bitch….”

That said, he stands, and both brothers leave, laughing while I lay on the floor, my tears coating my cheeks, my stomach aching, and my legs hurting.

They raped me, all because they lost….

Swallowing hard, I slowly turn, trying to ignore the pain, and crawl to my bag.

I grab my phone and press on Acid’s contact information. I barely speak to him since he turned me down, mainly out of embarrassment and shame because I ruined our friendship, but I need him. Cass is gone, Mom is, well, Mom; I need him….

The phone rings several times before voicemail answers, and I let out another sob, dropping my phone.

Dad is dead, Mom’s a cheating whore, Cassidy’s gone, and Acid is no longer in my life–I’m all alone.

I feel myself shutting down, coldness taking over, but I don’t stop it; I don’t stop my heart from hardening. Instead, I slowly stand and walk to the showers.I turn the water on as hot as it will go before scrubbing myself red raw, causing my skin to bleed while promising to get revenge, promising never to let anyone near me again….

5

Acid – Age Twenty-Four

“Hey, Perrie, can you work tonight’s shift? Lola called in sick.”

I look up from where I’m sitting at the end of the counter with the diner’s accounting books in front of me to see Steal trying to get Perrie to talk to him, and I swallow hard at the cold look she gives him.

Fuck, evenheflinches.

“Nope, I have plans,” is all she says.

She goes to walk away, but Steal, being the idiot that he is, gently grabs her arm, and she glares at him. His throat bobs as he ignores it and says, “Perrie, when is this going to stop? It’s been four years.”

I wince…. Ah fuck, he shouldn’t have said anything. I told himI’dspeak to her about working tonight.

She hadn’t said fuck all to him in four years since showing up at the club and telling him he was dead to her, and that he was pathetic and should put brothers on Faith to guard her before she killed her.

The scary thing is she looked like she meant it.

Perrie tilts her head. “It has, hasn’t it?” she confirms, and he nods but soon takes a small step back when she sneers, “Four whole years without a single phone call from my big sister all because you decided to put a gun to her head without getting the full story first, believing your old ‘fuck buddy,’ who I do believe you still keep around.”

Fuck, even I want to flinch when she curses that way.

Perrie curls her lip at him and sneers, “As far as I’m concerned, Steal, you don’t exist until my big sister comes home where she belongs, and the only reason I’m still here is because of your dad.” She looks him up and down. "Why don’t you give Faith a call? I’m sure she’s probably waiting for it. She can cover, right?”

That said, she turns and grabs her notepad before going over to the table of five that’s just walked in, and Steal stands there shocked.

I sigh. “Prez….”

He blinks and then blinks again before walking to me, taking a seat as he runs a hand through his hair.