Egh. The pain. It's overwhelming. It's all I can think about. It hurts so much; I don't understand why I can't just die already. I wish it would just stop. What did I ever do to deserve this? I just don't get it….please…. someone…help me….
"Yeah you like that huh dirty Bitch? You like being my bitch huh slut? It hurts so good huh? Ah fuck yeah. You stupid bitch, you're gonna make me cum already. Uh yeah, damn." My attack says as he anally rapes me over and over again. I don't understand why this is happening to me, but I do know that I have to stay conscious to make sure he doesn't find my baby, my poor baby.
"Andy we know you're in there boy! You open this door now or we will boot it in!" screams a voice from behind the front door of my home. I can't help but think this person behind my door may be my saving grace. I hear a crash as I see my door fly open. I use what little strength I have left to look up at the people standing in my door way. The first one I see is a guy with a beautiful face, tattoos all over his arms, long hair in a braid and that's all I can see before the darkness that is pain over takes my every sense, and I blackout. I wake later to a calm voice and a hand running over my very sore head. My eyes slowly flutter open as the pain starts to register all over again. I look up into the eyes of the beautiful man I seen standing in my doorway.
"It will be okay sweetheart, just listen to my voice." He says to me. I try to focus on his face but I can't, I concentrate on making my brain work so I can ask about my baby.
"M…my….Baby…Is.. She okay?" I finally stammer out.
"Yes sweetheart your baby girl is fine, she's with Beth." He says as he strokes the side of my face ever so softly. Knowing now that my baby is okay, I surrender once again to the pain and blackout in this beautiful man's arms.
Three Days Later.
I have been fainting in and out of consciousness for what seems like ages to me. Every time I wake up I hear bits and pieces of conversations going on around me: "She will wake up when she's ready." "I feel like I have a connection with her after what happened." "You don't even know her Leland." "I'm hungry, Duane go get us food." "I just want to see her eyes, and know she's okay." I try to open my eyes each time it happens but I don't have the strength too. It is irritating, I want to know what's going on, I have to know that my girl is okay.
Finally I slowly wake up and this time I can feel the strength I have. I slowly open my eyes, adjusting to the dimly lit room.
"Hey guys, she's waking up. Go get a nurse." Someone says as they grab my hand from the bed beside my thigh. I slowly regain focus in my eyes and I am able to see clearly once again. I look over at my hand being held, and then up at the person that's holding it. The instant I look to the face of the person holding my hand I remember everything. It's the beautiful guy from my doorway, the one that held me in his arms and stroked my face.
"Good morning Beautiful, it's good to finally see you." He smiles down at me from his position by my side. I smile back at him, but there are a million questions running through my head.
"Where am I? Is my baby okay?" Are the first two sentences to escape my badly chapped lips.
"Gabby is fine, and you are in the hospital. Do you remember what happened to you?" He asked me while he moved a piece of stray hair away from my face.
"Yes I remember everything. Well pretty much everything. I remember you kicking my door in, and waking up in your arms, and everything that happened before that." I say as visuals run through my mind making me shutter.
"That's good you remember all of that. The doctors were worried that you wouldn't remember anything. You had some serious swelling in your brain." He smiled sweetly at me.
"How long was I out for?" I ask him.
"Three days. My step mom and dad have been taking care of Gabby, and we haven't left your side since we brought you up here. We were all really scared you weren't going to wake up Sweetheart. But I'm sure glad you did. Gabby is at my parents' taking a nap, but they will bring her up as soon as she wakes up." He says still giving me that gorgeous smile of his.
"Oh wow. That's very sweet of you all; I don't know how I will ever repay you." I say as tears form in my eyes.
"Oh don't worry about if Hun, it's no big deal." He wipes at one tear that managed to escape captivity.
"I'm Gracie by the way." I say to him with my best smile even though I know I must look like shit.
"It's nice to finally meet you Gracie! I'm Leland." He says back to me sounding genuinely happy.
"I'm sorry you have to see me like this, I must look like I've been knocking on death's door. And the fact that I haven't bathed or brushed my teeth in three days grosses ME out so I can't imagine how you feel!" I have to laugh even though it's true.
"Don't worry about. I hate to break it to you Gracie, but when we came to get Andy and busted down your door, you were completely naked and laying in a pool of your own blood, so personally I would much rather have you like this than to ever see that again." He laughs to, but there is a hint of seriousness in his tone.
"Oh well then.. That's… comforting.. Damn, you've already seen me naked and we aren't even dating yet!" I laugh at the thought of how awkward that must have been to hold me while I was like that.
"What can I say? I guess I'm just lucky!" Leland laughs too.
"So tell me about Gabby, you don't look old enough to be her mom." He tilts his head to one side as he sits on the edge of my bed. I just can't get over how incredible gorgeous he is.
"Well she isn't my daughter, she's my sister. My mom was a druggie and she just ran off one day with her boyfriend of the hour and didn't come back, so I took it upon myself to look after Gabby who was only a week old at the time. I am the only mom she's ever known, and I love her like she's my own. But yeah, that's our story, I guess. I don't like to tell people because then they feel sorry for me and try to solace me. I don't want their sympathy, I just want to make it through life and give Gabby everything I never had." I finally gather the courage to look up at him… Through my eyelashes anyway.
"I don't feel sorry for you. You were given a circumstance and you made the best of it. I admire your strength. How old are you by the way?" Leland truly doesn't have that pitiful look on his face it's one of admiration and wonder.
"I'm 20. How old are you?" I would like to find out more about this Leland guy.
"I'm 23. I really want to get to know you better Gracie, and I realize right now isn't the best time and place but will you go out with me?" He asks with that sweet smile that takes my breath away.
