Page 3 of Breaker

Charlotte

Iam laying in bed just staring at the ceiling. The beginning of my week off just started. I ended my shift at the hospital about an hour ago.

I was brought out of my staring contest with the ceiling by my phone buzzing. I reach to my nightstand and see Heather calling.

“Hello.”

“Hey girl, whatcha up to,” she said in a very happy tone.

“Nothing, just lying in my bed staring at the ceiling and wondering what I am gonna do with a week off.” What she doesn’t know if that I am afraid to stay at home for so long because of my brother. He gets angry a lot and he is the one responsible for putting the fresh set of bruises on my ribs and the fading ones on my arms. I got those because I forgot to take out the trash, even though I wasn’t home for two days, I was on call at the hospital.

“Come out with me then. A few friends and I are going to go to a party. There will be lots of hot men and you haven’t been out with me in a few weeks. I miss you when you aren’t Dr. Charlotte.”

I let out a sigh. My brother told me that he wasn’t going to be home for a few days so he wouldn’t know. He doesn’t let me out unless he knows where I am going. He only lets me go to work because I bring in a lot of money with my doctor's salary. He always takes my money though. He was the one who set up my bank account. He also is the one who shops for me and doesn’t let me wear anything tight. I learned that the hard way. “I don’t have anything to wear Heath.”

“Don’t you worry about that, I’ll come over and bringing you something sexy to wear.”

“No that’s okay, I don’t want to go anymore. I don’t do sexy, you know this.” She is always trying to get me to wear something other than my baggy shirts and pants and long sleeves. She is beautiful and I looked like chopped meat with my bruises and burn marks.

“Oh come on Char, I really want you there tonight. You always look so sad and I think you would have fun. You can wear whatever you want, I promise I won’t say anything about your clothes.”

I breathe out heavily. “Okay.”

She squeals into the phone. “Yay!! I will pick you up in an hour. See you soon girl.” She hangs up.

I let out a breath and walk to my closet. I just hope my brother doesn’t find out. My brother wasn’t always a monster. We are twins, born only minutes apart. We used to be close as can be but he changed for the worse. Our parents died when I was in my third year of medical school and after that, he started to withdraw. He got involved with the wrong crowd and even turned to drugs and alcohol. I knew the classic signs of depression but he started to become aggressive especially towards me. He said that I reminded him too much of our parents. When I came back home after graduating and got a job at the local hospital, we moved in together. I thought it would be good for him have family nearby but boy was I wrong. It started with a smack after I had burnt some dinner and then afterward he became more and more controlling. He told me that if I ever told anyone he would ruin my career. My career was the only thing I had, so for now, I do what he says. My brother has told me numerous times that if I ever said a word about what he was doing to me he would go to the medical board and tell them I was self-harming myself. It wouldn’t be hard to prove because if someone was to take one look at my legs it would look as if I burn myself to feel pain just like a cutter does.

I pull out a pair of baggy jeans that sort of look normal and a black long sleeve shirt. I decided to put a little more makeup than normal and let my hair down. My brother never lets me wear makeup and once punched me in the stomach after seeing me wear a dark purple lipstick I bought from MAC. He told me I looked like a whore. After that, I threw away all my makeup. I don’t need to worry about covering up bruises on my face or neck because my brother only hits and hurts me in places that are covered by clothes.

I looked at myself in the mirror one last time and grabbed my purse. Heather is honking downstairs.

I say a silent prayer and hope my brother doesn’t find out.

CHAPTER 4

Breaker

It's Friday and we’re having a party. There is tons of booze and women. I am at the bar in the clubhouse when I see Heather walking in with a very frumpy looking girl. They are walking towards me. I can’t help but think Heather is gonna have trouble tonight. She is wearing a short black skirt and a tight skimpy shirt showing off her fake tits and pierced belly button. She also has a little Fleur de lis tattoo which is the symbol for a Saint tattooed on her hip. It’s to show her loyalty even though she isn’t a member, she is like family.

“Hey Breaker,” she says giving me a hug. “This is my friend Charlotte.” Pointing to the nun. “Charlotte, this is Breaker, he is the President of the Corrupted Saints.”

I look the girl up and down before meeting her eyes. She has to most beautiful eyes, they are violet. I nod my head and tip my beer to her. Her eyes look familiar. She has hair covering the rest of her face.

“Hi,” she said very quietly trying to not make eye contact with me. She looks terrified.

I pull Heather aside. “Is your friend okay? She looks scared shitless. I don’t want any problems, Heath”

Heather laughs, “She is fine, she is just super shy. She is a doctor at the hospital. I wanted her to get out of her shell a little.”

A doctor huh, I would have never expected that. I wonder how she is able to work in those clothes. She probably wears scrubs or some shit like that. I turn back to her friend and look directly at her face. She moves some of her hair out of her face. My breath is taken away. She is beautiful. I nod to the prospect and hold out three fingers, to bring over three beers. He sets them down in front of me.

Grabbing two beers and extending them to Heather and her friend, “Here you go ladies.”

I look directly into her eyes as I sip my beer. “Thank you,” she says as she takes the smallest sip.

“You’re gonna have to take a larger sip than that if you wanna taste it darlin,” I say to her taking a larger sip of mine.

She brings the bottle to her mouth and takes a large gulp. I watch her throat as she swallows. I am getting hard just watching her. Those lips are delicious, I want to bit that bottom lip. What’s wrong with me, this girl is a nun and probably doesn’t give up pussy for anyone but god. Man, I need to get laid. Mags was good for head but her pussy was rank. I couldn’t put myself into that and she kept asking about becoming an Old Lady. I won’t take a whore as an old lady.

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