I need Tyler…
My body trembles as my tears fall, and I crawl over to the tire of my car and lean against the side as I grab my phone, dropping it a few times, my hands shaking too much to keep a grip.
I quickly press and hold one before it rings, and I put it on speaker as I slowly lie down on the concrete on my side and curl up in a fetal position, my stomach cramping, wetness spreading between my thighs, soaking my jeans.
“Hello, Trigger's phone, Virginia speaking…” The bitch from high school answers my husband’s phone a few moments later, and anger like no other fills me.
“Put my husband on the phone now!” I demand, trying to breathe through my pain as I shake, and Virginia scoffs, “Sorry, doll, can’t, he’s gone home to tend to your brat you trapped him with in high school after enjoying watching me and Hazel fuck and he was really enjoying the show too until his mama called him.”
I hang up, not saying another word because, well, what is there to say?
I knew Ty had a wandering eye, I just never knew he watched a show at the clubhouse instead of coming home to me, his wife, and his son and by what the bitch has just said, he made no movement to even come here like we planned last night.
My resent for him builds and I tighten my stomach as more pain hits.
“Ash?!” I hear Nat gasp, and I look at her with my tears falling hard and fast as I grip my stomach.
“I-I think I lost the baby,” I choke, and she quickly drops her bag and kneels before me, cupping my cheek, most likely seeing what damage has been done to the side of my face.
“What happened?!” she demands with a rasp, her eyes tearing up.
I admit with bile rising, “I w-was raped…”
Nat gasps, and a sob tears through me, knowing I can’t tell Ty, that he’ll never look at me the same again, that I’m alone in this.
I lost our baby, I was raped…
He’ll never forgive me for not protecting our unborn child. I’m never going to forgive myself, and now I don’t know how I’m going to face him every day, how I’m going to allow him to touch me…
I’m dirty, I feel so goddamn dirty.
Nat holds me close before whispering we need to go to the ER, and ensuring it isn’t Wincher hospital where Doc works. I allow her to help me stand all while blood trickles down my legs, reminding me of what had just happened, of what I couldn’t stop and I sob.
Chapter 3
Trigger – One Month Later
I lift my finger to the prospect, who I don’t fucking know, but I don’t care.
I’m at the clubhouse to get drunk!
I’m ignoring the partying going on behind me, hang arounds all spreading through the common room, trying to get a brother's attention, hoping they begin a vote to accept them into the club, either as a prospect or clubwhore, but all I can do is drink myself into a stupor.
One whole fucking month and my wife has not let me touch her, fuck, she barely even looks at me and flinches if I even go near her, breaking my heart bit by bit every single day.
She’s barely home, barely speaks to me, and at first, I thought it was to punish me for canceling our date. For not being therefor her when she tripped over and banged her face because Mama wassick, which Ash obviously knew was bullshit.
Mama hates that we’re still together after all this time, adamant Ash is using me for my patch. I allowed her to think that after I admitted to wanting to get rid of Cole, which again, guilt fucking seeps through my bones at the thought of it.
I love my fucking family, but I feel like they’re slipping through my fingers.
I down the shot the prospect places in front of me in one, then motion for another.
I think my wife is cheating on me…
She was on the phone earlier, acting all shifty, and when I asked who she spoke to, she fucking lied and said it was Nat, her supervisor, and I know she lied because I fucking checked her phone when she was helping Cole with his homework.
The number was unknown.
