9. Chapter 9
Chapter 9
Dylan
“Say anything to anyone and their death will be on your hands.” He whispers, biting my earlobe. I jolt awake, breathing heavily in my car at The Den. The first thing I notice is that my head is fucking pounding, I’m thirsty as fuck and my entire body aches-especially between my legs. Shit. I look to the left and see all of Fatal's cars are here except for Easton’s. It looks like the party goers are still milling around.
I need to get the fuck home and shower this nightmare away before I am spotted. I wince, trying to sit up to start my car. Jesus, my ribs hurt so fucking bad and I feel utterlygross. What the hell is happening?
Searching for my phone, I finally find it laying upside down on the floorboard on the passenger side. There is no way I’m attempting to reach it with the pain shooting up my spine and the throbbing in my arms. Thank god I don’t have a stick shift because that would be a fucking bitch.
With shaky hands, I put the car in drive and speed out of the lot, heading home with hopes that my mother isn’t there. I don’t need to be caught and questioned by her. I’d much rather deal with my brother and his questions than hers. It would be a fucking shit storm.
Getting home doesn’t take long and as I park in the driveway, noticing her car is missing, the tiniest bit of relief washes over me. Thank fucking god. I climb out to the best of my ability and round the passenger side, holding my ribs. Opening the door, I bend down and nearly scream from the pain, pick up my phone and slam the car door shut.
I open the back gate and climb the stairs to the backdoor. Keying in the code, the lock disengages and I turn the knob, pushing the door open into the kitchen. I walk over to the cabinet by the fridge and grab the pain meds, pouring two into my hand and placing them in my mouth. Pulling the fridge open, I take out a bottle of water, open it, and chug its contents, letting the ice cold liquid flow down my throat and into my stomach. My body shivers at the temperature and I throw the empty bottle in the recycle bin as I head up the stairs.
Tears fill my eyes from the pain that riddles me. I can only imagine what I fucking look like. Getting to my room I slam my door shut and throw my phone on the bed. Heading into the bathroom, I open the shower door and turn the water on.
Stripping from my clothes, I stand under the lukewarm water waiting for it to get hot as I let the tears flow down my face. How did this fucking happen? I was drugged, beaten, and raped by multiple men. I should be calling my mom, and going to the hospital to get a rape kit done, but I can’t. They threatened to do this again. They also said they would kill my mother while my brother watches.
So, I’ll keep my mouth shut for now and get my own revenge on them. A couple things I know so far, one guys voice was so fucking familiar, and they were at The Den. So it could only mean I know them and so does Fatal.
I refuse to stand in this shower and break down. I’m stronger than this. I won’t let it define me. I’m not some fucking statistic. I’m not a random girl at a party who was drugged and raped. This was premeditated. There’s a reason why they did this to me. I think about all the what-if’s as I move slowly to wash my hair and body, every movement hurts.
Getting out of the shower, I dry off and gently run a brush through my hair, afraid to touch my head because of the big lump from one of the guys knocking me out. Hello headache from hell.
Walking in my room, like a freaking robot, I keep telling myself that I’m stronger than this. I won’t cower. I won’t hide. Tears fill my eyes but I don’t let them spill. Looking outside my window and across the yard, I notice Easton pulling into his driveway.
I shut my light off and lock my window. I can’t deal with him tonight. I slide into my bed, trying not to scream from the pain. At least now I’m safe. No one is going to come for me here.
Feeling around for my phone, I find it easily and plug it into the charger. It lights up instantly with tons of missed calls and texts. I scroll down the list to my brother and mother. Replying back to both of them, I let them know I stayed in for the night, had fallen asleep, and I was sorry for not answering.
Another text comes through. I scroll to the top and see it’s Easton. Fuck.
Easton: You were home the whole night?
Me: Yes. I fell asleep earlier and my phone was on silent.
Easton: Then why is your window locked?
I roll my eyes. Of course he tried getting in.
Me: I want to be alone tonight.
Easton: Interesting.
Me: What does that fucking mean?
Easton: It means nothing. Are you sure you don’t want company?
Oh I do, what I would give for him to just lay with me in his warmth. Holding me, keeping me safe, but it’s never that easy with him. He always takes and I can’t handle that tonight. Not after what just happened.
Me: I have my period. So unless you have a heating pad, chocolate and want to watch a sappy movie with me, I suggest you stay in your lane.
Easton: Interesting, Hellcat.
His nickname for me sends shivers up my spine and I want to scream at the pain. Fuck. These pills are doing fuck all.
Me: You have any strong pills? Like recreational shit, Eas. My cramps hurt so bad I don’t think I’m going to survive.
Easton: You already know the answer to that. The Candy Man has it all. Pick your poison. But for you my dear, I know what you need. Don’t move to open your window. I’ll come in the back door.
I roll my eyes again. He could have been coming through the back door this whole time but, instead he climbs the house and through my window. I don’t understand boys. The soft thud of his boots hit the stairs and my heart starts pounding in my chest as my door opens. I go to sit up and turn on the light but he moves closer and stops me.
“No lights. Just sit up and take the pills. Here, I brought up a bottle of water,” he says, handing me the bottle and two little pills.
“Thank you, Eas.” I rasp. I can’t see his facial expression in the dark but I take the pills and swallow them down.
“Don’t try to get out of bed on those. They are really strong. Just relax and sleep and I’ll come check on you in the morning,” he whispers as he runs a finger down my cheek. I lean into his warmth wishing he would stay with me. As if reading my thoughts, he huffs before taking his boots off and unbuckling his loud belt. He slides under the covers next to me and I freeze for a second too long.
“You good, Hellcat?” He whispers.
“Y–yeah, I’m fine. I didn’t expect you to be so warm.” I laugh. It’s fake but hopefully he doesn’t notice.
“Okay, just rest. I’ll keep an eye on you for a couple of hours or until your mom gets home. Bentley is staying at The Den with Amy.” He laughs.
“Really? They back together? I need them to get their shit together, I’m getting whiplash with those two.” I say as his hand finds mine.
“Well, Amy went all feral on some chick at the party for climbing on Bentley’s lap. It was quite the show.” He says as his fingers entwine with mine.
“Yasss, that’s my girl. How was Ava?” I ask, pulling his hand closer to my body.
“She was fine until Ace started running his mouth. Ya know, the usual,” he sighs, squeezing my hand.
“So tonight was eventful. I hate that I missed all the fun.” I say as my eyes start to get droopy. I take in a heavy breath as sleep starts to take over.
“I wish that’s where you were. I'm sorry Hellcat, for tonight.” He says, his voice above a whisper.
“Hmm?...Oh, it’s okay,” I say, snuggling up closer to him. Already feeling the effect of the pills he gave me. Just as my mind drifts off to sleep, I hear him whisper from what sounds so far away,
“I’ll kill them all, Hellcat. Just sleep, my beautiful girl.”
And that’s what I do.