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“Charlie, please. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I only talked to them that one night,” I screamed through tears.

He came at me again. Hitting me in the face this time, multiple times. I tried to get away but he grabbed me by the hair and dragged me back to the kitchen. He grabbed a knife that was on the counter and stabbed my leg and left it there. I pleaded, “Please Charlie, stop, I haven’t talked to anyone. I am your sister, please stop, you’re going to kill me!”

“You’re not my sister, you’re a whore. I saw you with Tank and that cocksucker Breaker.”

He punched me more and I felt that I was going to pass out. I kept thinking I need to leave otherwise he is going to kill me. I need to stay awake. I gathered the last of my strength and kicked him in the balls. He went down and tried to grab at me. I grabbed the cast iron pan on the stove and hit him with it. I heard him groaning as I ran out the door grabbing my side and leg that still had a knife in it.

I didn’t dare take a car because he had all the keys. I ran and ran not realizing I was dripping blood as I went.

I kept telling myself just a little bit further. I didn’t realize where I was going until I reached the clubhouse for the Corrupted Saints MC. The Corrupted Saints clubhouse was 3 miles from my home. I really hope they let me in. Heather told me that unless they know you, expect you or are a patched member they wouldn’t let you in.

I walked up to the gate holding my bloody leg. The guy at the gate told me to leave and that I wasn’t welcome.

The last thing I remember was saying “Breaker” before I passed out.

CHAPTER 8

Breaker

“What the fuck is going on,” I said as I walked out of my room zipping up my pants from fucking Candy’s mouth. I told her to beat it after I got my fill. She kept wanting to stay and talking about becoming my old lady. I told her to fuck off.

“Breaker,” I heard Tank yell. I whipped my head towards him and saw him holding a bleeding Charlotte. “Call Heather now!”

I stood there frozen. The girl that I couldn’t stop thinking about was in my best friend’s arms bleeding and swollen beyond recognition.

“BREAKER!,” Tank yelled bringing me out of my shock. I pulled out my phone and called Heather. She was panicking on the phone and said she would rush over. I would have called an ambulance but if this was club related, I didn’t need the police snooping around. Heather would fix her.

I followed Tank back to sick bay. When I walked in, I saw Tank and Buzz working on my girl. They were trying to cut her clothes away. I growled. They both stopped and put their hands up. I stood and stared at them.

“Calm down Breaker, we need to get her clothes off to help her,” said Buzz.

“Fine but you don’t stare at her,” I said. I knew I was being an unreasonable jackass but no one should get to see her except me. I walked over to Charlotte and saw her face, it didn’t even look like her.

I stood and stared down at this swollen human on the table. “How do we know that it’s her, I don’t recognize her,” I said.

Tank threw something at me. I caught it. It was her hospital ID badge. Dr. Charlotte Worthington.

“Buzz, how about we clean up the blood on her face and see if anything is still bleeding,” said Tank. He was looking at the knife in her leg, holding gauze to it.

Buzz and Tank started cleaning my girl’s face. I stood by her hair and was in shock. They ripped open her baggy pants and what was underneath almost made me throw up. Her legs aside from the knife sticking out was full of cigarette burns.

“Where is she,” said Heather rushing in. She had her medical bag with her. She came to a stop when she saw Charlotte. She started crying.

I walked over to her and grabbed both her shoulders, “Heather, look at me,” she looked up with tear filled eyes. “I need you to help Charlotte. There is a knife in her leg and I think she needs stitches. Please help her. She needs you.”

She nodded her head and said “Okay.”

Heather started to get to work. She worked on removing the knife from Charlotte’s leg and gave her stitches on her leg, lip, and forehead. She also set up an IV for her and gave her some meds to keep her asleep for a while. She said she would be in a shit ton of pain when she woke.

We moved her to my room and I stayed with her. I sat on my leather chair and watched her sleep, making sure that she kept on breathing. Heather came to visit every day to make sure her wounds were clean and that nothing tore open. This woman grabbed ahold of my heart and I only met her once.

On the third day, I got up from my bed to shower. I had Tank come in to watch her. I wouldn’t leave her alone, not even for a second. I always had a brother in with her while I took care of club business if I wasn’t able to. I was afraid she would stop breathing. I was able to shower and eat something before I went back to her. She was mine and I take care of what is mine.

I was walking back to my room to find Tank running out. “What’s going on man, I told you to stay with her,” I said.

“I was coming to get you,” he said.

“Why? Did something happen?”

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