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“Squeeze her tit, kid.” I gasped, and tried to pull away from their grip, but it was too tight, painfully stopping me from breathing at all.
“Squeeze her fucking tit, or I’ll let him end you right here,” my dad hissed at me, and the grip around my throat tightened, making my legs shake, as I choked for air.
“It’s… it’s okay, please, don’t hurt him,” the woman choked out, between sobs, “Lowell, it’s okay, you can touch me.”
“I knew she was a fucking whore. She’ll let anyone touch her fucking tits, evenhim,” Skull murmured, slapping her face, and making her cry harder.
“Touch. Her. Fucking. Tit, boy, or I swear to god, I’ll break both your fucking arms, and cut out your tongue.”
It was only when my hand started to move, that the monster holding my throat let me breathe, and I choked on the air, as I tried to breathe it in.
“He hesitates again, put his lights out for him,” dad hissed, as he started fucking the poor woman again and, against my will, I was nudged closer to her, and my fingers settled over that plump, jiggling part of her body, that my dad seemed to want me touching. Tears were rolling down her cheeks, and I felt like I wanted to join her, but the beating I knew I’d get already would be far worse if I cried too.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her, as Skull started thrusting himself into her mouth, and her struggles grew more frantic. I tried to pull away, but dad yelled at me to keep my hand on her tit, and smacked the side of my head, making my ear ring loudly, as the woman’s gagging sounds filled the other.
“Keep going, man, she doesn’t need air.”
The woman slowly stopped struggling, her arms sagging at her sides, and dad laughed.
“Guess she’s gonna wake up with an ass full of my cum.” Her… her ass?
Skull still hadn’t pulled back from her throat, and I wondered how long she could last, without being able to breathe. I found out, mere minutes later, that she hadn’t lasted at all. She’d died. She died while my dad and Skull brutalised her, and I helped them. I was touching her. I went in there to save her and, instead, I helped them kill her.
Sophie
Icouldhearhimyelling out in his sleep, and ran to his room, to find him flailing, as he was caught in the midst of some horrors he couldn’t seem to wake up from.
“Mike,” I whispered, moving cautiously, because the first time I tried to wake him from a nightmare, I got in the way of his fist, and he’d never forgiven himself for that.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry… I tried to save you!”
Mike suddenly sat up straight in his bed, and his eyes were wild, when they finally landed on me. He had tattoos over his chest, many small, interwoven images, that didn’t make any sense to me, but clearly had meaning to him. There was a motorbike, and there were other hints that he was a biker, but there was only mention of a club calledGodless Warriors, and I couldn’t find any sign that they existed, locally at least. If a club had a name like that, the chances were that they weren’t nice guys, which was so at odds with the man in front of me right now.
“Soph? Jesus, are you okay?” He reached out for me, and I caught his hand in mid-air, squeezing it, as I watched his painted chest heaving with ragged breaths.
“Me? You were the one yelling out in his sleep again. Are you okay?”
“You know what I mean, woman. Did I hit you again? Jesus fuck, I’m just like him.” I don’t think I was supposed to hear that last part, but I questioned it anyway.
“Him who? Mike, you never intentionally hit me before, you know that.” I sat on the bed, keeping his hand cradled between mine.
“Never mind him. I can’t hurt you again, please don’t let me hurt you again.” He looked as sincere as I’d ever seen a man looking, and while I wasn’t the best judge of character, particularly where men were involved, I couldn’t help but feel I was seeing something real.
“Soph, please.”
“I promise I’ll stay out of the way when you’re flailing around, how’s that?”
His grin was brief, but it was a relief to see something other than fear, or pain, or panic, or whatever else he felt most of the time. He was never anything other than heavily burdened, by something from his past. I still had so many questions about how he’d ended up, broken and bleeding, halfway down that hill that day, but I’d never had the courage to ask about any of it. All I knew was his first name, Mike, and that was about as normal a name as any other. If it had been something unusual, I might have been inclined to look him up, and try to figure it out for myself.
“Sorry I woke you, Soph, please get some rest. I’m… I’ll read or something for a bit. I’m feeling a little wired right now.” He was pushing me away again, and I hated that he wouldn’t just talk to me. I knew we weren’t anything to each other, not even friends really, but I liked him. I felt safe with him, and I liked the way he acted with me, even when he was frustrated by his own limitations. I could tell he’d been strong before, so it was perfectly understandable, wasn’t it? Even though I'd worked out by now that he'd used testosterone, and some form of steroids, to build that bulk. It had all been in his blood when I saved him. Could he get his strength back now without those?
I headed for the door, but I wasn’t letting him push me away this time. Whether or not it was fair to him, I was going to insist on keeping him company for a bit, so I made two cups of tea, adding sugar to suit his preference, and headed back to his bedroom. He was still sitting up, staring straight ahead, and his eyes blinked into focus, as I appeared.
“Soph? Jesus, don’t let me fuck up your sleep too.”
I handed him his mug of tea, and walked around to sit on the bed on the other side. It didn’t seem weird to sit on his bed with him, up against the headboard, because we’d spent a lot of time together at this point, even if he’d been unconscious for a lot of the early times.
“Seriously, I’m not worth you losing sleep, woman. Get some rest, and I’ll be fine.”
