Chapter 3 Presley
Presley
Two months later…
I've been out of the hospital for a month now, and they've stripped me of everything. Mr. Radley has allowed me to stay in my home, which is a shock, but my home is not just housing me. I have guards at every door who come in shifts, watching my every move. The only time I have privacy is when I’m in the bathroom, and that’s a small reprieve.
I haven’t seen or heard from my guys since the incident.
I don’t even think I can call them that anymore.
My cell number has been changed, and I have zero contact with the outside world.
At least not until tomorrow when I can finally return to school with strict orders to never to be alone.
The days of me being with the Cyprus brothers are over.
I cry myself to sleep every night wishing this wasn’t my life.
They were supposed to save me. I was supposed to be safe, but when I woke up in that hospital bed to Mr. Radley and Jacob Lee at my side. I knew I had lost. We lost.
While I healed from the gunshot wound to my hip, no one has touched me or forced me to do things I didn’t want to do.
Except, Mr. Radley has come every night to take care of me.
He would make sure I was fed, bathed, and that my wound was washed and taken care of.
He wouldn’t let anyone else near me. Seeing a different side of him has my head all fucked up.
It’s sick, the things I let him do to me.
But he doesn’t hurt me, doesn’t force himself onto me.
He just whispers sweet nothings, telling me how beautiful I am and that I’m safe with him.
No other man will ever treat me as well and tender as he does.
I’m not sure what to think anymore. That man has made me cum so fucking hard just with his fingers and mouth more times than I can count, but it’s suffocating.
I shouldn’t like it. I shouldn’t want it.
But every night, I look forward to him coming for me.
At least someone does, but then once he leaves and I’m all alone in my bed, all I see are my guys, the ones who truly have my heart.
My mind plays tricks on me, and my anxiety about how Axel is takes over and I end up having panic attacks.
I’ve tried to escape numerous times but always end up getting caught.
Since I’m still in recovery, I haven’t suffered the consequences just yet.
I know it’s coming. I know the moment I’m fully healed, I will pay for everything.
I’m not looking forward to that day anytime soon.
What I really need is a way out. I’m just not sure how to make that happen.
My bedroom door suddenly swings open, and Mr. Radley steps in, undoing his tie.
“Good evening, Presley. How was your day?” he asks, taking off his suit jacket and folding it over my chair.
“Boring as usual, how was yours?” I ask, and he frowns.
“It was fine, but I hope the surprise I have for you brightens up your night,” he replies, and my eyes light up. The only thing that will make me happy is seeing my boys. But I know that’s not what he is willing to give me.
“Oh? A surprise for me? You shouldn’t have,” I answer, playing the part of the perfect girl he wants me to be.
“Nonsense. You deserve this. Come,” he orders, putting out his hand for me to take.
Standing from my bed, I place my hand into his, and he brings it to his lips, kissing the top.
He then spins and walks out of my room, pulling me slowly behind him as we walk down the hallway towards my mother's room. He reaches down and turns the knob, opening the door and stepping aside to let me in. My eyes widen as I take in a repainted bedroom with french doors leading out to a balcony. A new king size bed with matching furniture. It’s like night and day in here.
I would’ve never known this was my mother's room.
I step further into the space as he comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist, trailing up my stomach and over my breasts.
My breathing hitches as his thumb glides over my nipple under the champagne-colored sheer nightgown he likes me to wear for him.
“Do you like it, my love?” he rasps against my neck, running his nose down the column of my throat. “Mmm, you smell so good tonight,” he purrs, as his fingers find the thin straps laid against my shoulders.
“It’s gorgeous,” I reply as the straps fall down my arms and the nightgown spills over my breasts onto the ground, pooling at my feet.
“Just like you,” he whispers, pressing his hard-on into the back of my bare ass as his fingers linger over my hard nipples.
“I made this room for us. No man other than me will be allowed in here. When I spend the night, this is where we will sleep,” he rasps, and my eyes widen.
What the fuck? Sleep in here? With him? What the hell does he think this is?
Sometimes I think he confuses me with my mother.
He just uses me to live out the fantasy and life he wanted with her but never got.
His hand sliding between my legs brings me back to the forefront, and he dips his fingers inside me.
I close my eyes and think of green ones.
Always the green ones who keep me safe, the ones who saved me more times than I can count.
“Mmm, Presley. So fucking tight for me,” he groans, using his other hand to unbuckle his belt and take off his pants.
I feel the tip of his dick glide between my cheeks, and I keep my eyes closed, picturing Mav in his bed, Brax in the bathroom against the sink, Harley on the bench of his truck, Caspian in the shop, tying me against the car with jumper cables, and last but not least, Axel letting me cut into him to take the pain away.
I let my mind wander as he leads us to the bed.
I let the memories of each boy come alive as this man uses my body to please himself.
It’s not until Mr. Radley is cumming with a roar, dumping his load against my tits that I come back to the present.
It’s not until after I’m cleaned up, tucked under the expensive blankets, wrapped in the arms of a monster that I let the tears fall down my face.
It's not until I’m asleep, dreaming of the boys and the life we could’ve had.
It's nights like this that make me never want to wake again, because dreaming is better than reality. But everyday I wake up in hell and death pulls me a little closer each time. Maybe one day I’ll get what I want, but for now, this is my life, my hell, and there’s no escaping until I take the razor and dig it deep into my flesh, letting the blood spill from my veins.
But it's then, and only then, when I take my last breath with their names dripping from my lips along with the warm blood pooled around my lifeless body that I can say… I’m home.