I don’t even know how he found out about Ghost stopping by unless he has people watching me, which wouldn’t surprise me. He has control over my entire life. “Please, I'm sorry. I won’t let it happenagain.” I cry out in pain, hoping he will stop the beating, but he just smiles, and I know it’s going to be bad.
“It seems I’ve been too lenient with you. It's time you finally learned your lesson.” He’s truly lost it this time, and I don’t think I’m going to survive this one. And maybe I don’t want to because then I will know what peace feels like. With that, he lifts his foot and brings it down, and it’s lights out for me.
I groan, lying on the floor where he left me, my entire body killing me. I try to move, but all I do is cry out in pain as tears roll down my face. This is the worst he’s ever gone. I have no idea where he is or how much time has passed. I strain my ears to listen, but I don’t hear him in the house. God, what has my life become? I can’t do this anymore because with the next beating I don’t think I can survive. He will kill me when he comes back. I saw the look in his eyes. With me gone, he no longer has to look at the reminder that Mom left. I deserve better than this. I want to live and be happy, but first I have to ask for help because I can’t do this on my own. As much as it pains me, I roll onto my stomach and crawl to my bag that’s thrown across the floor.
Blood drips from my face as I crawl towards my bag slowly. Each movement feels like thousands of knives cutting into me. It takes me a good solid ten minutes before I can even reach my bag. I lay there looking up at the ceiling, trying to catch my breath. I manage to pull my phone out of my bag, thankful that it still works, and bring up the one number I know that will help me. Not having enough energy, I put the call on speaker and lay back down.
When I think there’s no hope of him answering, his gravelly voice comes through the line. I can hear people talking in the background and know that he’s most likely at the clubhouse. “Scarlett, is everything okay?” He hushes the people in the background until I can hear him breathing down the line.
“Help me, Ghost, please, before he comes back.”
“Tell me where you are, Scarlett.” I can hear movement, and I know he’s coming for me and bringing reinforcements.
I cough, and blood dribbles down my face from my broken nose. “Home. Please hurry, or he’s going to kill me.”
“I’m coming, Scarlett, just hold on.” I can hear a bunch of bikes start up as Ghost keeps the line open, and I close my eyes, sighing, knowing I’m going to be okay.
Just when I think everything is going to be okay, I open my eyes to see my father standing over top of me with another man. “What the fuck did you do?” He lifts me by my hair, making me scream.
“Let me go, please.” My attempts at getting free are useless, and he made sure of that. My body is too weak to do much. I can hardly keep my eyes open right now.
“You better let her the fuck go if you know what’s good for you. The Lost Saints are coming for your ass, Ian,” Ghost growls down the phone line, making me sigh in relief that he’s still on the line.
The guy standing beside him looks like he’s gonna piss himself. “Ian, man, I didn’t sign up for this, especially if she belongs to The Lost Saints. Selling her isn’t an option now.” With that, he runs out of the house. Wait what? Selling me? My own father was willing to sell me to God knows who just to save his own ass.
Dad drops me on the floor, making me cry in pain. I can hear the rumble of multiple motorcycles coming down the street. My dad delivers one final kick. “This isn’t over, Scarlett.” With that, he runs out the back door, leaving me bleeding and broken on the floor. My body wracks with sobs not just from the pain but from the fact that my dad was about to sell me without regard for my safety, leaving me in the hands of God knows who.
My front door splinters open, and Ghost runs in with a gun in his hand, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees me lying on the floor. I know I must look like a mess. I truly feel awful. Joker, Blade, Crow, and Hawk run in after him with their guns out, rushing out the back door to try to track my dad down.
Ghost drops to his knees beside me, hovering his hand over the top of me as if he doesn’t know if he should touch me or not. “Fuck Scarlett. I’m so sorry.”
I grab his hand loosely and hold on for dear life. “Not your fault. You didn’t know.” I whisper out.
His jaw clenches as he looks over all my injuries. “And it won’t happen again, I promise you that.”
The guys take that moment to come back, and I can see from the hard set of their jaws that they couldn’t find my dad. Which means he’s still out there and is going to come back for me. Joker walks over and kneels beside me. He goes into medical mode as he catalogs all of my injuries that he can see, nodding his head. “Hey there, Tinkerbell, feeling a little shitty, eh? Don’t you worry, when we get back to the clubhouse I will fix you as good as new. How does that sound?”
I give them a weak smile. I'm finding it so hard to stay awake right now. My body is growing weaker by the minute. “Sounds good.”
“Fuck, I don’t want to hurt you more, but I’m going to have to lift you, Scarlett. I will try to be as gentle as possible.” Ghost says as he comes closer to me. His jaw is set hard, as if the thought of me being hurt upsets him. With that, he lifts me off the ground, and I can’t help but cry out in agony. Tears keep falling down my face as I try to breathe through the pain in my ribs.
He gently wipes the tears from my face, looking at me in pain. “It’s okay.” It’s not okay, and I don’t think it ever will be.
“Let’s get you out of here, dollface. You never have to see this place again.” With that, he walks out of my house and into the chilly night air. As soon as I breathe fresh air, knowing that I’m still alive, I promptly pass out in his arms, knowing just for that moment I am well and truly safe for the first time in my life.
Two
Ghost
As soon as I walk out of the house, she passes out in my arms. Fuck. I can’t believe the state she’s in and what her so-called father has done to her. When I get my hands on him, I’m going to make him feel everything that she’s feeling, only worse.
Blade walks over and looks down at Scarlett, shaking his head in anger. “We will fix this Ghost. I have the prospects packing her shit, and they will bring it over to your house. Whatever she needs, I'll take Hailey tomorrow and pick it up. I don't think the fucker is going to show up tonight, but ill have a few guys herejust in case.”
“He's going to wish he never laid a hand on her when I find him.” My smile is downright feral. There's a reason they call me Ghost — because he won't see me coming.
Joker runs to the truck, opens the back door, and helps me maneuver her inside. He closes the door and takes off.
“As soon as we get back, I’m going to do a scan of her head. Tinkerbell is going to be just fine, Ghost.” Joker looks at me in the rearview mirror before looking back at the road. He's hiding his anger, but I know he has a soft spot for all the ladies in the club and treats them all like his sisters.
