“Which Alex, Olivia?”
He screams at me with barely restrained violence and I’m afraid the other side of my jaw will end up feeling and looking like its twin. He leaps out of the chair in the corner, charges toward the bed and begins pacing.
“The one who left you barefoot and pregnant; the one you pine over; the one whose son will grow up to look just like him and already does. I can’t believe you named your son after a man you only had the first name for. He didn’t even care enough to tell you who he really was. I am tired of being in competition with half of a man.”
“I’m sorry, Jerry, but keeping me from my son will not endear me to you. He is my son regardless of who his father is.” That was definitely the wrong thing to say. Jerry grabs my ankles and yanks me down toward the foot of the bed. The handcuff tears into my skin but that pain will not compare to the pain of being raped by this hostile man. He pushes my legs apart and climbs between my knees forcing them to stay open, then leans over my body and gets right in my face.
“I will have sex with you, Olivia. I am going to take what is mine, over and over, until you carry MY child. My son or daughter will become your first priority, and you will know that if you leave me again, you will leave your son or daughter behind. This time, to a fate worse than being left to a bat-shit crazy old woman or the fate of your beloved sperm donor. Try to live with that for the rest of your life. Eventually, you will beg me to take you, and you will be happy being barefoot and pregnant for me, again and again”
He tears my shorts from my body and I know I will have to detach myself from this situation. This is not happening to me, only to my body, I chant over and over to convince myself. I have always been careful about who I talked to or spent time with so I never dreamed I would find myself in this situation. He is so violent and enraged that I don’t even dare fight. I am frozen as he grunts and sweats over my body. Tears stream down my face into my hair. The handcuff digs into my wrist causing more pain for me to concentrate on instead of the pain my body suffers. My mind focuses on the first time I held my sweet baby boy. Seeing those sky blue eyes, just like his fathers, blink and try to adjust to the light. I think of his first word, his first steps, and his first injury from falling over. I cry harder at the memory of the first time he wrapped his chubby little arms around my neck and said, “I wub ooo, ommy.” All of these memories and more are what helps to block out what is happening to my body. Jerry grunts loud one last time and fills my body with his poison. I haven’t had sex with anyone since Alexander and then it was only the one night. My body will hurt due to the roughness of his use.
Jerry climbs off the bed and zips up his pants, un-cuffs my hand and tells me to shower. This is definitely different than my one true experience where Alexander could not stop touching me before or after he took my virginity. He seemed to be in awe of the fact that he had found a twenty-year-old virgin. He cherished me and held me all night while making love to me two more times. The fact that he left without a word was devastating, but the gift he left behind is my greatest joy.
The shower is dingy and small, but the water is hot and I welcome the scalding cleanse it gives me. I scrub until my skin is raw to wash away the sins of a monster. Thank God I am on the birth control shot and with any luck, I will escape before it wears off in two or three weeks.
~Savage~
Just as I’m waking up, in walk Derek, Ren, Jax, Tori, and a little dark-haired boy.
“Hello, Sunshine, glad to see you up and about. I had thought you might have tried to escape by now,” Derek teases.
“I would be gone by now, but some certain asshats keep ratting me out to hospital security and declaring me mentally incompetent.” Derek is an asshole ex-PI, and my new part-time boss who got me into this mess in the first place. Even though I owe him everything for leading me to Livvy, he is still going to pay this hospital bill. I glance around the room and lock eyes on the four and a half of them. Excluding the baby boy, of course, he is not an asshat.
“Watch your language around the baby, Troy. He mimics everything we say,” Ren scolds.
“Assat,”
The cute little boy blurts out, earning me dirty looks from Ren and Tori. Shit! He is pretty damn cute even with a potty mouth. He grins, showing off his eight teeth and Derek and Jax bust out laughing, earning them dirty looks from Ren and Tori. Now I don’t feel singled out.
“If you guys are making me stay here for the rest of this week then let us get down to business. Does the team have any new leads on Livvy? What information have you gathered on her crazy ex-boyfriend? And why would the bastard leave his baby behind?” Jax is the first to speak up.
“Snake and the boys found out from Marge that Olivia worked as a bartender in Atlanta before she ran. They had to scour at least thirty bars before they found the one she worked in. The waitresses and the owner only cooperated once the FBI confirmed that
