Chapter 22
Raya – Four Days Later
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock, no wonder Venom keeps you around,” Hayden grunts from behind, one of his clammy hands gripping my sore, bruised, cut hip that I’m pretty sure is infected.
While the other hand pushes my head into the old bed while he thrusts in and out of me, tearing my walls yet again.
Twenty, that is how many times he’s stabbed a knife in my side and hips, how many times he’s raped me since I woke up in my best friend's old bedroom.
I don’t know if this is an ‘f-you’ to Ivy for not marrying him and giving him that in with the club, but what I do know is that Clara had a hand in this.
Hayden moans and thrusts faster, making bile rise yet again despite my stomach being empty.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been here, but I’m sure of how many times he’s been inside me, tearing me bit by bit, making me want to kill myself. But alas, the jackass ties me up every single day after he finishes with me, so taking the easy way out isn’t an option.
Every day he forces me to take the pill, well, I say force lightly, more like I swallow it willingly, knowing what it is.
He doesn’t want a child, but he doesn’t care if he gives me an STD. He screws me raw, ensuring to inflict as much pain as possible before leaving me alone, tied to a bed, naked and dirty, leaving me alone with nothing but my thoughts.
For hours, Cale would come to mind, the regrets in not telling him over the years why I was so shy around him. Then, I would realize we’ll never have a chance to see if we could work.
Even if I do survive this, I won’t want anyone touching me ever again.
I feel dirty, like filth, and honestly, I don’t know how Luna coped with this every day for all of her teenage life because I want to die.
Ivy made appearances in mind, as well as Hudson’s little smile, Tate’s giggle, the twins' cute way they scrunch their noses in sync, and then baby Grace. Guilt consumes me for not keeping my promise to stop my revenge, for allowing it to control my life.
Mama, Gregory, none of them will ever forgive me for this, for allowing this to happen when I promised to walk away.
Hayden moans again, louder this time, sending disgusted shivers down my spine before sharp shooting pains hit, and I know he’s digging his knife into my back again and some bile comes out at the corner of my mouth.
He’d open the scar on the second night here, the same night he tore my chain from around my neck, and after that, time just went away, and I lost count of how long I’ve been here. The pain was the only thing I could focus on.
It feels like years, but it can’t be any longer than a week and honestly, I've lost all hope in Cale finding me.
He’s probably happy I’m gone, they all probably are, finally getting what they want – me away from Ivy.
Damn, here come the negative thoughts again.
Hayden thrusts one more time, his disgusting dick feeling so goddamn wrong inside me before he stills, emptying himself inside me, moaning, “I think I’ll keep you for longer, Clara will just have to get used to you being my side piece.”
See, she’s a part of this. Why else would I be in her home?
Hayden pulls out of me and mutters, “She has a hard-on for you, my little Raya, ever since you made friends with her daughter and latched onto her, but I think her turning point was when you caught the eye of her precious son.” He leans over me when I don’t move, his rancid breath taking over my senses as he whispers, “She was hoping that little whore at Dark Angel’s Girls would take his cut, they had a little deal to get his money, to get club information for me and last week, I fucked her raw so that she can claim the baby as his. ”
I'm not sure how he thinks they’ll get away with that. Cale screwed her months ago.
“Rest up, baby girl, because I’m fucking you again in an hour,” he promises before smacking a kiss on my bloodied head, then climbs off me, chuckling, enjoying his torment.
He’s trying to prove he’s scary, that he’s the worst of the worst but he hasn’t seen scary yet.
He hasn’t seen the venom that Cale can unleash for the ones he loves and yeah, he loves me, even if I want to believe they’re all happy I’m gone, that he’s glad I’m gone.
A brother doesn’t brand themselves with a woman’s name unless he sees them as their forever, it’s just a shame we can never be, that I’m going to die soon, the teenage girl in me crying deep inside with that notion.
I don’t move as I hear his footsteps disappear, or even when he closes the door, locking it behind him. Instead, I smirk despite how much it hurts to do so with my chapped lips and stay as still as I can, just in case he changes his mind and comes back in.
He left me untied, just like I thought he would if I became compliant, if I just stopped fighting back.
I feel dirty, cold, and I want to die, but that won’t be happening until I kill him first, and now, I can.
I wait a few seconds before I slowly move, my body protesting instantly, sharp pains shooting through me making me swallow a painful gasp.
I can feel his semen and blood between my legs, along with the blood dripping from my back, but I ignore it all as I limp over to my metal pole that he placed in the corner to taunt me, my body feeling weak from the lack of food and water.
The pole is covered in my blood from where he-he…
I blink back the memory from I don’t even know when as he tried to shove it inside me, causing me unbearable pain until I finally screamed out and pleaded for him to stop which made him laugh.
I gently pick it up and not caring that I’m naked, bloody and bruised, I turn towards the door and wait for Hayden to return, not taking my eyes off the door, keeping the pole in my grip.
It’s time to get my revenge, then see my daddy.
I don’t know how long I stand here for, but I know it’s more than the hour he said he’d be. The room is no longer shining with the sun, and my body feels like it’s about to give up.
I can feel my energy slowly draining, my body weak and my breathing is becoming shallow but I don’t move from my spot instead I flinch hearing bangs and shouts and I grip my pole tighter.
“Hayden, they fucking found her!” I hear shouting, and my heart skips a beat, knowing who they are as several bikes echo in the distance.
The Dark Angels – Cale…
They found me, he found me.
I can feel my bottom lip quiver as my eyes tear up before footsteps echo towards my door.
Locking my jaw, I grip the pole and lift it, knowing now is the time, knowing Hayden will come for me himself, to end me before the Dark Angels can save me.
Gunshots echo as the door to the room I’ve been forced in bangs open, and Hayden rushes in with a knife, and I snarl at him like a rabid dog as he growls, “Our time is cut short, baby girl,” but freezes seeing I’m not on the bed.
His eyes widen as he looks my way, and I scream as I rush towards him before he can come out of his shock, and I swing the pole high, hitting his head just as he shoves the knife towards me out of reflex.
As the pole connects with his temple, his knife sticks into my side, making me gasp, but I don’t stop.
As he falls to the floor, I swing the pole again and again, smacking his head.
Even as I see his blood, I don’t stop until I hear, “Raya?!” shouted, and I pause, looking towards the doorway, my heart in my throat.
It sounded like Fury…
“Raya, sweetheart, where are you?!” I hear Blade before Viper curses, “Fucking Hayden got away, we need to find her now!”
“Kitten!” is shouted louder with more fear, and I drop my arm with the pole, my tears falling hard and fast, realizing I’m not hearing things, he’s here, Cale is here.
He really did find me…
Loud footsteps sound, and my body suddenly feels light, the revenge I wanted is finally done, Hayden is dead, including any men that were around.
The MC would have finished it and my purpose for the past ten years is finally over.
“Kitten,” Cale says with more fear before his figure enters my blurry vision and we lock eyes.
His show rage, horror, and pain, while mine most likely show peace and acceptance.
He shouts, “Raya!” as my legs give out, seeing that he’s here, and I can finally go in peace, as everything goes black.