Page 36 of Has-Been
“Bring her in, lad, that’s it. Let’s take a look at her. Anyone who isn’t Stitch or Has, get the fuck out.”
People always listened to Doc, well, mostly. If he hadn’t included me in that statement, they’d have had to kill me to get me away from her.
“Has… I need you to loosen your grip a bit so I can check her out. Hi Elise, remember me? I’m not gonna hurt ya. It’s okay.”
I helped her onto the bed, but I had to fight to make my arms release her, and even then, I could only go as far as the side of the bed, with her hand in both of mine.
Stitch cursed, and turned his back for a moment, as the doc removed the shirt I’d covered Elise with.
“Do you want both of these chuckleheads in here, love? I have the power to remove anyone you don’t want in the room.” Elise shook her head, but I noticed she wasn’t flinching from him like I’d expected. Was it merely that inherent trust in a doctor, or did they know each other better than I thought? And why the fuck was I feeling jealous of a fucking doctor?
“She uh… there was blood,” I murmured, feeling wetness in my damn eyes again. Stitch cursed again, but he kept his back turned.
Doc nodded, easing my t-shirt back over Elise’s bared thighs.
“Did he hurt you, love?” She swallowed hard and nodded, keeping her eyes lowered, but I saw tears forming again. Fuck. I wished I could go back a few hours and never leave the fucking clubhouse. This was all my fault, and I wasn’t the only one thinking that. Stitch proved that by suddenly lunging at me and shoving me across the large room, crashing into another bed before we both hit the floor.
“You should have fucking stayed here! You got her raped, because you fucking sneaked out when we were trying to keep her safe! I’ll fucking kill you for this!” Again I didn’t fight. I just lay there and let him punch me, before the doc dragged him away.
“Will you fucking listen?”
It was then that I realised Elise was trying to talk.
“He… he hurt me, but he didn’t do that. I… I wasn’t raped.”
Elise
Ihatedhavingtoevensay that word.Rape. I was so relieved that he’d been interrupted, because he hadn’t planned to waste any time. I’d been tied and terrified in that van, and he was slicing my clothes open with a knife, not caring when he caught my skin a couple of times with it. Maybe he even did it on purpose. His breathing was raspy and excited, and he cruelly groped at my breasts for a moment, before he pulled my jeans open.
It was a horrifying experience after the sweetness of my earlier encounter with Has-Been. I’d tried to keep him firmly in my mind but when that monster jammed a hand between my legs, I panicked and struggled against his touch, which was actually assisted by my jeans trapping my legs tighter together. I’d forever be grateful to my jeans for saving me from him.
The rumble of motorbikes had reached his ears at the same time as it reached mine. He’d let out a string of curses, grabbed a fistful of my hair, and whispered something horrible to me, before he lunged out of the van and ran.
Those words had been playing on me this whole time. While my brother and Has-Been worked on freeing me, and getting me back here. The whole time I was safely wrapped in Has-Been’s arms, those words were repeating in my mind.
“Next time I get my hands on you, there won’t be any escape. I’ll rape you until you die.”
I shuddered as I felt like I could hear his voice in my ear again, his breath warm against my skin, flesh crawling at his closeness.
“He… he didn’t?” Has shoved my brother aside, and grabbed my hand again, pressing it to his lips. He’d cried with me in the van. I’d seen it, and felt it, felt his breath hitching in his chest as mine did. If I’d ever wondered if we were meant to be together, it was no longer a question. We were always meant for each other. I was more certain now than ever.
Seth joined the doc and Has-Been at my side.
“Sweets, tell us what happened.”
I glared at him. “Firstly, I’m saying this once, and never again. I love Has-Been, and if you try to keep us apart, I’ll run and take him with me. No more dictating who I can be with.”
Seth cursed, running a hand through his hair.
“Fucking hell. We can talk about that later. For now, I need to know what happened tonight.”
Has practically growled at Seth, and the doc rolled his eyes.
“You two, give us a few minutes. You can stay in the room, but I want you over there.” He pointed to the corner of the room, and they both reluctantly backed away, even as Has seemed to be unable to release my hand. Finally I pulled my fingers free, because I needed a moment anyway.
“Did the bastard touch you anywhere, love? Did he uh… did he penetrate you with anything? I’m sorry to ask this.”
I shook my head, even as I felt my lips trembling and tears threatening again.
