Chapter 5
Mina
Goodbye, Sunshine…
When the door closes and I hear the lock click into place, my stomach flips.
The feeling you get at the top of the Rollercoaster track, just before it drops.
Over the years there have been bits and pieces of my life before the accident that come back to me.
Like flickers of a movie sped up, but out of order.
It’s confusing and sometimes I don’t know what’s really a memory, or just a dream reality I may have thought of.
The memory that hits me knocks me down to the floor on my knees.
My stomach heaves and my chest tightens as sobs wrack my body.
It was raining. I remember someone saying, “Goodbye, Sunshine.” I remember the sound of glass shattering.
The sound of my mother screaming. The horrible sound of metal being crushed.
There was water everywhere. Cold, dark water.
Fuck, I can’t breathe!
I can feel the water rising higher. I can hear my father shouting for my mother to wake up.
The water was suddenly at my chest. He told me to take a deep breath and swim, then my father broke the window. The water came rushing in. He pushed me out the shattered window into the dark water.
I touch the scar on my arm. The long gash from the broken glass.
“Mina!”
I can feel arms pulling me against them.
“I…I can’t breathe,” I gasp out. My chest feels like I’m choking. Like I’m drowning again, just like that night.
“Mina, breathe for me, baby. Shhh. I’ve got you. I’m here now.” Declan is holding me in his lap. His arms are wrapped around me as he rocks us back and forth.
“Declan…I’m so sorry. He left...He…”
“What did he do to you?” he growls.
“What?”
“What did he do? I watched him walk out of here, and when I came to check on you, you were having a panic attack on the floor. Did he hurt you? I’m going to track him down and break every one of his fucking fingers…”
“I’m fine, Dec. He didn’t hurt me.”
“Then why are you on the floor?” He tilts my face to look at him as he cradles me on his lap still.
“He said something that made me remember something from my childhood.” I grab onto my arm. The scar still burns and tingles from the memory.
“The accident?”
“Yeah.”
I haven’t told him much. He doesn’t know much about my past. I don’t think he ever knew my family. My father died at twenty-one when Declan was just a kid. There’s no way he would have known him.
“Mina…Why wasn’t he restrained?” Declan asks. The reality of what I just did comes crashing back.
I betrayed him.
“He wouldn’t let me,” I lie. I can feel his fingers digging into my lower back.
“This’s disappointing.” His tone has changed. He’s no longer worried about my well-being.
“Declan, I’m sorry. I tried. I…” His fingers grab me roughly by the jaw. My lips purse together, and my teeth dig into my inner cheek. The taste of blood coats my tongue.
“Get out,” he growls.
I try to stand, but he holds onto my face firmly.
“Not you.”
I glance behind him to see Tony and Mac leaving the room.
Tony’s eyes lock with mine before he turns away.
Fear is in his eyes. That fear is now slithering around my chest. The sound of the door closing is almost deafening in the silent room.
My jaw is still in his grasp. When I finally do dare to look him in the eyes, I instantly regret it.
“That’s twice this week you’ve disappointed me, Mina. What the fuck am I going to do with you?”
“Dec, please. I tried.” I’m barely able to form words with how deeply he’s pushing his fingertips into my cheeks. More blood fills my mouth as he releases me, shoving me off his lap to the floor.
“Do you know how fucking pathetic you sound right now? Oh, Declan. Please…I didn’t mean to. I tried my best, Declan. I swear,” he mocks me as he sits up on his knees. He leans back, resting his ass on his heels.
“I’m sorry…”
*Smack*
The crack of the back of his hand connecting with my jaw echoes in the small room. I lean sideways onto the floor as my body curls around itself. My hands shield my face.
I wasn’t braced for it. He wasn’t drunk, so I didn’t think he would get violent tonight.
“I don’t want your fucking apologies! I want you to get his fucking ass back in here and help me take him down.”
He grabs my shoulder and flips me onto my back. He grabs both of my wrists, pulling my hands from my face.
“Declan, stop! You’re hurting…”
“SHUT UP!” he screams as he switches to holding both of my wrists with one hand as he backhands me with the other. Both sides of my face are hot from the pain.
He grabs my thong and rips it off me, leaving me completely naked.
I try to fight. My wrists are bruising from how much I’m wiggling back and forth to try and get him to let me go.
He fusses with his belt one-handed. The sound of it being pulled through the loops cuts deeper than I ever imagined a sound could.
“Please,” I whimper. His hand clamps over my mouth. He pushes my legs apart with his leg and kneels between my parted thighs.
“Don’t make me gag you, Mina. You know how much I love hearing you scream,” he snaps.
He leans over me, covering my body with his. I can feel the heat from him overwhelming me. I can feel his cock dragging along my inner thigh as he leans to kiss me.
My heart drops into my stomach. I can’t kiss him. Fuck, I don’t even want him touching me right now. But he doesn’t care. What Declan wants, Declan gets. That’s how it’s always been.
He slams into me in one thrust. Pain runs up my spine as my eyes pinch closed from the sensation. I can feel the pressure in my throat. I beg him to stop, but I don’t exist to him right now. I’m just a body to fuck. A hole to fill. An outlet for his rage.
My hip and wrist are starting to bruise from him holding me down.
Each thrust is sliding my body against the coarse, old carpet.
I can feel the years of stains built up.
Invisible to the naked eye, but the carpet fibers can’t hide the stains.
It can’t hide the raw, ugly truth of how dirty and disgusting this room is.
He releases my wrists to push a hand down on my lower stomach. The pressure he is adding causes my pussy to tighten around him.
I reach up and try to scratch his face to get him to stop, but he only laughs as he leans away. His cock presses against a different spot at this angle, and my body betrays me. A low moan slips out. I watch his lips turn up into that sick, satisfied smile.
“You know you can’t deny me, Little Dove. My poor, broken, Little Dove.”
He pulls out and lifts me, flipping me to my stomach. He grabs my arms, pinning them to my back. I can feel the leather from his belt biting into my wrists as he restrains me.
“You crave me, Little Dove. Ever since the first time I fucked you, your greedy little cunt has always wanted it,” he seethes as he thrusts back inside.
He wraps my hair around his fingers as he shoves my face deeper into the carpet. The roughness scratches against my skin. Tears blur my vision as he continues to fuck me.
“Such a good whore, aren’t you, Mina? You’re my best girl.”
*Thrust*
“You’re my favorite.”
*Thrust*
“You’re mine.”
He leans over me, biting my shoulder as he buries inside me to finish. His cock fills me with his cum and I can feel the bile rising in my throat.
Seven. More. Weeks.