Page 117 of Breaking Sanity
When I got there, she had already opened the bottle and handed it to me. I wanted to appear like Billy Badass, so I deep throated the bottle and guzzled it down like a thirsty Ms. Pac-Man. It was truly a wrong move.
The rest of the night was a blur until around two in the morning. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the alarm clock upside down on the floor. Everything was super hazy, and my body was a bag of bricks. I didn’t realize my head was hanging off the bed until I lifted it to see Whitney was above me moving jerkingly. It took a moment for my body to feel the white-hot pain in my genitalia. I didn’t get a chance to scream as Whitney fisted my hair, yanked my head backdown and my underwear was shoved into my mouth. Her boyfriend slapped duct tape on my lips, preventing me from spitting it out.
I remember crying and trying to scream. Her voice came through slurred and mumbled but the men’s laughter in the background were clear as day. Along with their insults. I kept my eyes closed and the searing pain intensified then dulled as my consciousness fluttered out.
I woke up the next morning soaking wet in a bathtub in someone else’s clothes. I snuck through the house and found my purse. When I stepped outside, my car was one of the last cars parked on the street. I had no idea whose house it was or how we and my car got there but I wasn’t about to ask. I got in and drove home.
Once at my grandparents, I dashed to the basement and took a shower. I am assuming after she was done with me, she hosed me down in the tub and dressed me so saving evidence was out the window. I vowed that day to never drink at parties or drink with people I didn’t know. I never honestly drank too much after that.
Later, I had found out that she put five roofies in my drink before I got there and raped me in a room full of her boyfriend’s friends and her boyfriend. The reason for the shower is because the men jerked off and came all over my body while she repeatedly raped me. The guy who told me, was an old coworker who was there that night and tried to keep track of me.
He called after my shower and told me about how one of the guys was bragging about it. So, he didn’t run to the cops, I met up with him and his girlfriend. She was in school to be an OBGYN, so I talked to her about the damage that was done. She gave me a private exam and kept those up for a year. I begged them not to say anything and that this was my choice. They would try to plead with me but ultimately let me do what I wanted.
I kept my eye on Whitney from a distance until about two years later she was arrested at a party for drugging a girl that was there. She was caught before the girl could be violated, and the girl was rushed to the hospital. It was an “anonymous” tip. Whitney was killed about two weeks later in jail, by ironically getting raped but with a shiv and not a strap-on.
I may have made the call that got her arrested, but I had nothing to do with her being assigned to the same cell as the girl she drugged cousin, but I couldn’t have asked for a better ending. I most certainly get to execute my revenge on her soul in hell for eternity when I get there.
As I know I will be able to do the same to Melanie in hell, I’d rather not have this happen a second time, so naturally I fight. Melanie is quick and she also has the help of three big dudes, including one who I personally castrated so it will be difficult. I just stand there pretending to be paralyzed in fear. Okay maybe not completely pretending, but once she is close enough, I kick her feet out from under her. By the time she hits the floor with a loud scream of pain, both Logan and Ben are on me before I even move.
“What was that?” Gunner’s grainy voice fills the room. I could almost cry in relief. They found Piper.
“Nothing, brother,” Carson snips.
“Carson,” Vaughn’s voice commands.
“Vaughn, not now,” Carson grinds his teeth in annoyance.
“Such a naughty boy, Carson,” I taunt trying to fight off thing one and thing two. I need them to get here soon. I’d rather be tortured and killed by them than with this foursome.
“Carson, bring Alley back,” Vaughn’s voice is calm.
“That’s not an option, Vaughn. She must pay for taking you all from me. Alley Cat here must die. Melinda would never have allowed this.”
“I didn’t do shit,” I scream. “You wer-” I am cut off by being thrown back to the ground by Ben.
“But Vaughn,” Carson starts. “You have been so kind to let me see your videos that I will let you listen to her punishment until her last breath and show you the video later.”
“Carson, listen to me.” Nik’s voice comes through. “Bring her back and we can do it together.”
“See Nikolas,” Mel takes the walkie while cupping Carson’s cheek. “We both know that’s not true, and I won’t let you confuse my sweet Carson here. He loves me and I love him.”
Manipulative bitch!
“Melanie,” Nik snaps.
“No Nik! You left me for her! You were mine not hers. And now you will listen as we slaughter your pig.”
“Like fuck you will!” I knee one of the guys in the face when they attempt to restrain my feet and jump up. I don’t get far until I am back on the ground. When I go to try and kick again, Logan grabs above my ankle in one hand and my foot in the other. He slams it into his knee with such force there is a loud crack. My foot and leg radiate with severe pain.
“NIKOLAS,” I cry out as Logan drops my busted ankle to the ground.
“Oh pig, I taped the button down, so they get to hear everything we do to you,” Melanie informs.
“Lucky them.” I laugh in tears as Logan kicks me in the gut again.
“Shut the fuck up,” he shouts.
“Gotta do a lot more than kick me on this dirty ass brown stained floor jackass.” I really hope they know what I am describing.
