A/N: Slightly inspired by chapter 8 of xXHeartOfGoldXx's Blood Is Thicker Than Alcohol and an attempt at delving into darker themed stories set in first person perspective.
"Get off of her!" I hear someone yell before being dropped to the ground as I felt Trevor's hands being pulled off of me.
"Stay out of this-" Trevor shouts at the person.
"What, so you can drag her into the caravan?! Are you that fucking sick?!" The person yells, my vision clearing up and me seeing a small blonde woman and Trevor turning enraged at her implied accusation.
Well with the way he was dragging me up the stairs... I wasn't so sure what he was going to do either, Trevor did admit to being sexually abused in the past. And in most cases, the abused turns into the abuser.
"She's my niece, I wouldn't do that! She's with the wrong people and she needs to go home kicking and screaming!" Trevor yells as I manage to pull myself up.
"What does it matter to you who I'm friends with?!" I manage to ask, rubbing my head that feels like it got treated like a soccer ball.
"Even friends is too-" Trevor starts to shout.
"Too much?! Really, coming from the guy who kidnapped a 57 year old housewife and somehow convinced her to see his 'good' side?! Or is it coming from the Trevor who admitted to sleeping with his own mother when he was barely 14?! Whatever you think I'll do, you've done worse, damaged yourself worse!" I say, yelling halfway through.
I see the maddened look appear in his eyes… but before he can punch me again, the woman catches his fist in her hands.
"Remember what I said last time?!" The woman growls, Trevor dropping his fist.
"Being confronted with the truth doesn't give you the right to punch who says it." Trevor says before turning to me, reaching out but I back up and Trevor makes a small nod and lowering his hands… hands that I never want touching me again. "Carly, this is K8lynn… she and I have been helpful to each other." He says.
"Trying to be, at least… it ain't easy." K8lynn says, lightly gripping my jaw and examining the injuries Trevor inflicted on me.
"Yeah, you're damn right it isn't. No one ever fully heals from the damage inflicted over a lifetime if they heal at all." I say before leaving.
Reaching The Lost MC's campground is all I manage to do before finally falling to the ground as I hear several of the guys run to me and feel myself being picked up as I look up, seeing Johnny taking me to the caravan.
I rest my head against Johnny's left shoulder as he takes me into the caravan, kissing me on my forehead before setting me on the couch and returning with a first aid kit.
"Shh… it's okay, Carly… it's okay." Johnny says, lightly stroking my hair to comfort me.
As Johnny fixes me up, all I'm wanting is to forget what happened.
But I doubt I'll be able to… those moments I was being dragged up those steps, I didn't know whether I was gonna walk out alive or if I was looking into the eyes of someone who was trying to kill me.