“Trigger is going to freak when he finds out,” Nat says with a giggle, and I smile slightly because she has no idea just how much.
An hour later, I wave goodbye to Nat as I walk out the back door into the alleyway where I parked my blue Trailblazer, which I got for a steal hoping Ty is already here.
I refuse to let Ty weigh in my car, my pride filling me knowing I bought it all by myself.
My phone buzzes and I quickly check it when I don’t see Ty waiting next to my car scowling at it.
My Ty:
Mama had to cancel, baby, something about not feeling well. I’m heading home to take over, and we’ll have to raincheck xx.
Disappointment fills me…
Not feeling well, my ass. The woman hates me and would rather her son leave me than stay with me even though we’ve been together for over fifteen years. I haven’t even spent a cent of what Ty puts in the joint account, god, I don’t even wear my property patch anymore after she made a dig about me being a patch chaser since I was ten years old in front the entire club. Not one fucking brother stood up for me, even the ones I actually grew up with and went to school with kept their mouths shut.
My tears blur my vision as I drop my head to my chin, my arm falling, causing my bag to dangle from my fingers.
I feel like I’m the only one who makes an effort, like I’m the only one who wants this marriage. Don’t get me wrong, when we’re together, I feel his love, and I feel the connection and happiness fills me. However, it takes a lot to convince him to spend any time with me or our son.
I feel like Ty is slipping through my fingers, and maybe his mom is getting to him. I feel like he’s regretting us, our life.
Sniffling, with my phone in one hand, my bag in the other, I walk over to my car and unlock it then open the door and throw my bag inside but before I can climb in I gasp in pain as someone grabs my hair from behind and yanks me back, throwing me off balance. Suddenly, I stumble, falling forward onto the concrete, face first, my phone sliding near my tire.
I move my head to the side but cry out as my face scrapes against the concrete, and before I can move, to even comprehend what the hell has just happened, a weight sits on my back, and I choke out, breathing becoming non-existent as a pair of hands go to my skirt, shoving it.
No, no, no, no…
I feel fingers grip my panties, and I begin to kick out, and I scream, “Get off me! Nat…”
A filthy hand quickly covers my mouth, and a snarly voice growls, “Shut the fuck up, bitch!” My panties are torn down my legs, and I struggle even more, kicking out, trying to move whoever is on top of me, my situation becoming clearer by the minute.
I’m about to be raped.
No, no, I can’t let this happen, I won’t…
I squirm harder, kick faster, trying to dislodge the man on top of me when another voice snaps, “Fuck’s sake, keep her still, idiot! We don’t do this, we won’t get fucking paid by that bitch and Uncle will be pissed!”
“I’m trying!” the other guy growls, and I fight even harder when my legs are spread before suddenly, absolute terror and pain fill me as someone thrusts inside me, tearing my walls and I scream behind the filthy hand as I tense.
“Fuck me, she is tight…” The guy groans as he thrusts inside me hard and quick.
I try to keep fighting and I bite down on the hand, a muttered, “Fuck!” hitting my ears before my face is pressed hard against the concrete and the guy on top of me growls, “I should have fucked her.”
I squirm, I try to buck the guy off, never giving up as his friends thrusts become more painful and disgust and dirt fills me. My tears fall as I feel nails dig into the back of my thighs before the monster thrusts inside me once more and groans, “Fuck, I would have raped her for free.” And ejaculates inside me and it is only then I give up the fight knowing I lost.
A stinging sensation erupts as he removes himself from inside me. I don’t move as the guy on top of me pushes my head hard, and he climbs off me and the feeling of being able to breathe doesn’t come.I was raped.
“Thanks, bitch!” one guy murmurs as I hear footsteps fade away and I see a flash of a denim cut but I don’t move, what just happened isn't kicking in, not entering.
My body hurts, down below, aching with pain, so much pain, it consumes me.
I-I was raped…
I don’t know how long I lie here, as picture after picture, memory after memory, flit through my head of Cole, of Ty, our life, and sadness fills me because I know nothing will be the same again. I’ll resent him for not showing up here when he should have, resent his mama for not watching her grandson all because she hates me.
The sonogram from yesterday of my baby enters my mind, and a sense of fear flitters through me as I gently and slowly move my aching, battered body to a sitting position, hoping and praying my baby is okay but my prayers aren’t answered. Within seconds of moving, the pain in my stomach begins, the sense of period pain, small cramping. A sob leaves me as I feel something between my thighs that I know can’t be just that guys cum.
I’m about to lose my baby, I know it.
