Three
Erin
I took the next two days off claiming a family emergency. Tomorrow I will go back to my normal schedule; me working my ass off and Saoirse coming over to watch Charlie.
“What do you think, baby. Do you think he saw Mama?”
I ask quietly with a smile on my face. I can't help it when I look at him. Yes, he is his father’s miniature. I’m going to need a bat when he gets older to keep all the horny teenagers away from him, heaven help me if he is half as charismatic as his father.
With only a few words Oscar had my panties wet, and I wanted nothing more than for my shift to be over so he could fuck me. Granted, he did that, but those hours in between him making my pussy weep for him and when I was able to sink my pussy over his cock were torture. I don’t regret having Charlie or walking away when I got scared. I regret giving up Oscar’s pierced cock because fuck my dildos just don’t do the job like he did.
I smile as I lay down a sleeping Charlie. I kiss his head, turn on his sound machine, and quietly close the door behind me. I walk in the kitchen and get started on the dishes. I start with his bottles.
I’m scrubbing the second bottle when I hear the doorknob rattling. I turn off the sink and grab a knife. I slowly walk toward the door, but before I can the door is opened and men rush in.
“That’s her,”
one says and rushes at me. I lift my knife up and go to stab him. He shifts his body to the other side of mine knocking me down. I gasp, trying to catch my breath but he is straddling my hips before I know it, I swing my hands, hitting him in the mouth. He gets pissed and grabs my hands, raising them above my head.
FUCKKKKK.
I try lifting my hips and knocking him off balance, but when he doesn’t move, I kick my feet against the floor hoping the nosey old bat downstairs will complain about the noise.
“Greim a fháil ar a cosa.”
(Grab her fucking feet.) He’s Irish. I’m sure he sees the panic on my face.
“That’s right, lassie. Oscar knows you’re here. You and that baby are coming with us.”
“Please don’t hurt him.”
“You should have thought about that before you ran.”
The man sneers and uses his free hand to put a cloth over my face. I shake my head back and forth but someone above my head grips my hair so I’m staring at the ceiling with no way to move unless I rip my own hair out of my head. The sweet-smelling chemical is making me drowsier with each breath.
My last thoughts are is hoping that wherever they take Charlie, he will be taken care of and happy.
***
I shiver, feeling cold deep down in my bones.
Why am I so cold? I go to wrap my hands around my arms, but I feel something cold and hard under my hands. What is that? I open my eyes and am shocked.
What the hell?
I look around and see, I’m not in my room or my apartment. I’m lying on a cold concrete floor, that has stains in shades of yellow, brown, and rust red. I look down and see a thick metal cuff is around my ankle and I’m chained to the wall.
I’m motherfucking chained to the fucking wall like an animal.
Charlie!!!
I look around in the room I’m in and see I’m all alone. Where is he?
I stand up and head toward the door but only make it a couple feet before the chain is yanking me backwards, I stumble a few steps but catch myself before I land on my ass. Fuck, that plan didn’t work.
I move back to the wall, where I’m chained to, staring at the ground for something, anything that I can maybe use to unlock this cuff from my ankle.
Fuck I see nothing walking up to it, okay, don’t give up, Erin. I will live to see Charlie grow up and fall in love one day. Let’s walk to the left and see if maybe there is something in that direction. Again I walk until I have no more slack on the chain and see nothing useful. Fuck. And when I walk to the right, it’s the same.
I slump against the wall. Fuck. Who did this? Was it Oscar? An enemy? Someone else?
I’ve tried to stay invisible since moving to Australia. I didn’t want any unwanted attention, took the lowest paying jobs possible. I moved in with my old foster brother so my name isn’t even on the lease, nor do I own a car. I borrowed Fionn’s second car. I did everything I could to stay invisible.
But obviously all my efforts were in vain.
No. I won't sit here and feel sorry for myself.
“HEY! HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!”
I scream at the top of my lungs.
I listen but don’t hear anything, I take a deep breath and yell again.
“HEY! HELLO ANYONE THERE?”
Still no answer. One of my foster mothers said I have a talent for annoying anyone around me. Hmm, what is the best way to annoy someone? I could talk nonstop but that gets old.
Oh I know. I start singing “Baby Shark.”
Don’t blame me. It’s Charlie’s favorite show and we watch it over and over again.
I get through the song three times before someone slams the door open. I see a man wearing a black balaclava and he is wearing all black.
“God, you’re so fucking annoying,”
the man snaps as he slams the door behind him.
“Well, what the hell do you expect when you leave me in here all alone?”
“For you to be crying, or at the very least be fucking quiet would be even better.” He snaps.
“Sorry to disappoint you.”
I shrug, I watching as he eyes me down.
“Oh, trust me. You disappoint me on many things.”
he says with disgust.
“Sorry. Stretch marks and thick thighs don’t do it for you?”
“No, fat mouthy bitches don’t.”
“I got meat on my bones, no shame that you aren’t man enough to handle a woman like me.”
“Trust me, I’m man enough, but a woman as ugly as you makes me sick.”
“Well good thing I’m not interested in your cock.”
He marches up to me and slaps me across my face. I blink the tears away from my eyes. No way is this motherfucker going to see how much he affects me.
“That got you to shut up.”
“Wow, big strong man beats up on woman chained to the wall.”
“Stupid bitch,”
he yells before he kicks my ribs. I suck in a deep breath as the pain radiates through my side. I move to my hands and knees, but he uses that to kick me in the ribs again. I fall onto my stomach. He steps on my back, forcing me to stay on the ground.
“You will learn to shut up, or I will take it out on your boy.”
“No please,”
I beg immediately with tears in my eyes.
“Then you will fucking be as quiet as a fucking church mouse, no matter what.”
I nod and he says, “Good. You’re fucking learning. Don’t fucking move.”
He snarls as he removes his foot from my back. My stomach drops when I register the sound of his leather belt being pulled from the belt loops on his pants. He gives me no warning as the belt cuts through the air before it lands across my back. The tank top I’m wearing does nothing to cushion the blow, and shoulders are fully exposed to the sharp sting of the leather. I bit my lip hard enough, I taste blood. My fingers scratch the concrete looking for something to brace myself against, but instead all I do is end up cutting my fingers on the jagged pieces on the ground.
It seems like a lifetime as he whips me with his belt over and over and over again. Each breath gets harder to intake with each agonizing whip.
I just pray whatever anger he has is taken out on me and he doesn’t lay a hurtful finger on Charlie.
“Damn, you are one stubborn bitch,”
he says when he eventually stops beating me.
“No worries, I will help you make sure you don’t talk again,”
he says, wrapping his belt around my throat. My hands pull at the belt when I can't breathe but he never loosens it.
Oscar
“Oscar, he is precious,”
I watch as the brunette says.
“Mr. O’Sullivan,”
I tell her.
“Oh. I just like to get friendly with my children’s families.”
“Don’t.”
I order her.
“Oh, I just feel like it makes everything better,”
Chloe, the nanny I hired, says. I watch as she is clearly eyeing me up and down. Even though I’m pissed as hell at Erin for hiding Charlie from me, no way do I want this woman that’s in front of me.
“You are here to take care of Charlie not to be my friend. Now can you manage that or not?”
“Yes. Of course.”
“Good, I will be back. Every inch of this house is being watched and recorded. You mess up and I will know,”
I tell her, I take Charlie from her arms and kiss my son on his head before handing him back to her and walking out of my penthouse.
I chose to stay here for a while because, if I was to show up to my parents’ home with a baby, they would start asking questions. And how would I explain that I kidnapped him and his mother, who I will be torturing mentally for the next couple weeks?
Ma would have my head on a platter and lord only knows what Cillian and Daidí would do. Ever since Cillian got the stick removed from his ass, he is all dealing with anyone he sees treating any woman being treated unfairly.
Is it fucked up what I’m doing to Erin? Yes. But she needs to learn she should never fuck with me and if she tries, she will regret it.