The Next Day
Murphy hesitated outside of Alyssa's bedroom door. He had a small box clenched in his fist, chewing his lower lip as he knocked.
'Alyssa?' he called, 'ye awake?'
Alyssa didn't even bother to look up as Murphy slowly cracked the door open. Her pillow was stained with tears from crying, her hair matted to her face. Murphy closed the door, gently pulling Alyssa into his lap as he sat down.
'Are ye okay, lass?' he asked.
Alyssa shook her head.
'No…' she whimpered, 'Connor thinks I'm…'
"e told me, lass,' said Murphy softly, 'I go' a test fer ye ta take.'
Alyssa looked up at Murphy. Her eyes were puffy and blood-shot from crying all night.
'What if I am…' she whispered, 'there's been too many…they made me…'
'Shh…' whispered Murphy, wiping the tears with his thumb, 'I promise ye tha' we'll deal wit' this together, okay?'
Alyssa took a deep breath as he wiped the tears from her cheeks. She took the box out of his hands and left the room to go to the adjoining bathroom. She came back a few minutes later and curled back up on his lap.
'So…' said Murphy, 'wha's tha results?'
Alyssa shook her head.
'I couldn't look at it…' she whispered.
Murphy sighed. He gently placed her down, walking into the bathroom to check the results. Alyssa chewed her lower lip as he walked back into the room with the stick in his hands.
'So…' she whispered, 'what is it?'
Murphy sighed. He pulled Alyssa into his lap, cradling her close to his chest.
'I promise ye tha' we will take care o' this baby, lass,' he said softly.
Alyssa gasped.
'I'm…' she mumbled, 'I'm…'
Murphy nodded.
'Yer pregnant, lass,' he said, showing her the positive test.
Two Weeks Later
Alyssa got up and slowly got dressed, her eyes slightly puffy from another night of crying. It had been two weeks since she had taken the test that confirmed she was pregnant. Murphy, Rebecca, and the rest of them had been wonderful, but she still felt so ashamed. She was pregnant, and she didn't even know who the father was. It could be her dad or any one of his friends. The thought sickened her.
Murphy had taken her to see Simon the day before, the doctor who had come to the mansion to help her get over the drug addiction she had had when she arrived. Simon had confirmed the pregnancy and had given her an ultrasound, which showed her to be about eighteen weeks.
Alyssa sighed as she tried to remember what had been happening eighteen weeks before. Everything was all jumbled together in a drugged out haze. She couldn't remember anything that had taken place and sighed. She went downstairs and into the kitchen to get a glass of juice, drinking it before heading outside.
Murphy looked up as he heard the front door open and close He got up, running after her.
'Alyssa!' he called.
Alyssa stopped.
'Yeah?' she said.
'Where are ye goin', lass?' asked Murphy, placing his hands on her shoulders.
Alyssa sighed.
'I'm just going for a walk to clear my head,' she said, 'I'll be back soon.'
Murphy nodded.
'Aye,' he said, 'be careful.'
Alyssa sighed as she walked slowly down the hill. She spotted a park up ahead and decided that would be a good place to spend some quiet time alone. She headed for a walking path that seemed to wind its way through the trees that bordered the park, her thoughts on everything that had happened lately and not on her surroundings.
He looked up from the bench he was sitting on to spot a young, brown-haired, girl heading toward the walking paths. The front of his pants tightened at the sight of her. She looked vaguely familiar, and he decided to follow her, getting up slowly and setting a pace to match hers, keeping several feet back.
Alyssa stopped for a few moments to catch her breath, realizing that she had been hearing footsteps behind her for a while. She put her hands on her knees, hoping the person would pass by her quickly so she could be alone again.
He moaned as he saw the young woman bend over. He'd recognize that ass, even in jeans, anywhere. He had always paid top dollar for time with her, and she had never made him regret a single penny. That girl could take more punishment than most of the women he had been with. He quickly closed the distance between them, wrapping his arms securely around her and pressing himself against her. He leaned down to whisper in her ear after looking around.
'Hey, Alyssa…' he purred in an oily voice, 'it's been a while…'
Alyssa gasped in horror.
'Francesco…' she panted, 'what are you doing?! Let me go!'
Francesco laughed.
'I don't think so…' he said, 'I've missed you, Alyssa.'
Alyssa groaned. Francesco laughed again.
'I can't believe they let you out on your own,' he said coolly, 'that's not like the MacManus boys…'
'You're asking to be killed, Francesco…' growled Alyssa, 'when they find out…'
Francesco looked around again, confirming his suspicion that she was indeed alone. He brought his knee up, hard, into the small of her back, smirking as she dropped to his feet. He began to kick her, punctuating each of his words with a sharp kick.
'You…stupid…bitch!' he snarled, 'do…you…really…think…I…would…come…to…you…without…making…sure…that…you're…alone?'
He reached down and grabbed a fistful of her hair, throwing her over against a tree.
Alyssa felt the breath rush from her lungs as her back connected with the trunk of the tree. She fell into a heap at its base, struggling to just breathe as she fought against the blackness that wanted to drown her. She could taste blood in her mouth, part of her worrying about why since he hadn't hit her mouth. At least not yet.
Francesco stepped over and dropped to his knees beside her. He reached out and ripped her shirt open, using his knife to cut off her bra, laughing as he nicked her skin in several places. He hit her a few times as she tried to fight him, unfastening her jeans and yanking them down her legs before cutting off her panties.
Alyssa shook her head, clawing at Francesco as he climbed on top of her, spitting blood into his face when he hit her. "Get… off me! Leave me alone!" She tried to fight, but she was already too weak from the things he had already done. She couldn't stop him as he shoved his cock deep inside her, causing her to scream.
Francesco thrust himself in and out of Alyssa harder than he ever had before. He smacked her around some more when she kept fighting before finally settling his hands around her throat. As he reached his climax, he squeezed, smiling as he watched the light fade from her eyes.
Chris Michaels hummed to himself as he ran down a path in the park. He missed his hometown of San Antonio, Texas, but he had to admit that Boston was a nice change of scenery from the ranch that his WWE Legend father owned. He breathed as his run made his heart race, planning on visiting his old friends later on in the day.
Alyssa's unconscious body lay amongst the trees that lined the path Chris was running on. She lay exactly where Francesco had left her, her torn clothes scattered around her naked and bleeding form.
Chris ran by the trees, but he stopped when he noticed Alyssa. He took his earbud out, leaning down in front of her. He reached out, checking for a pulse.
'Hey…' he whispered, 'are you okay?'
Alyssa groaned weakly.
'Please, Francesco…' she moaned, 'no more…'
Chris growled angrily. It was bad enough that the young woman had been attacked, but it appeared she knew who her attacker was. He sighed as his eyes took in her body, obviously a few months pregnant, to try to figure out if he should move her or not.
'Shh…' he whispered, 'I'm gonna call an ambulance and the police. You're gonna be fine, honey.'
Alyssa gasped.
'No…' she whispered, 'take me home…I can't…'
'You need to go to the hospital, sweetie,' said Chris softly, 'you're hurt.'
'Murphy…will take care of me…' mumbled Alyssa, 'please…take me home…'
Chris hesitated only another minute before pulling off his jacket and carefully wrapping it around her bleeding body. He slid his arms under her and lifted her as gently as he could, wincing in sympathy as she screamed weakly.
'I'm so sorry,' he whispered, 'I'm trying to be careful.'
He slowly got to his feet with her cradled in his arms, trying not to jostle her too much.
Alyssa whimpered. She slowly lifted her arms, wrapping them around Chris' neck. She rested her head on his shoulder, burying her nose in his neck.
'I want to go home…' she whispered, 'I want Murphy…'
'Murphy who?' asked Chris, 'I used to know a Murphy.'
'Mac…MacManus…' Alyssa whispered weakly, 'I live with him…and his brother and their wives…'
Chris nodded. He knew Connor and Murphy from when he worked in the meat packing plant with them.
'Their mansion is up…on that hill…' whimpered Alyssa, 'take me to Murphy…'
Chris nodded. He walked up the hill with the girl in his arms, whistling impressively when he saw the mansion.
'Nice place…' he breathed, 'a massive step-up from that crappy loft…'
Alyssa cried softly as Chris knocked on the door. Emily and Rebecca had gone to visit their mother so she could meet the babies. Murphy opened the door, the curiosity in his blue eyes turning to horror as he saw Alyssa.
'ALY!' he cried.
'Murphy…' whimpered Alyssa, 'Murphy…'
'I found her when I was going for my morning run,' said Chris, 'I wanted to call the police and an ambulance, but she insisted I bring her here.'
Murphy looked up. The horror in his eyes soon turned to recognition.
'Chris?' he whispered, 'Chris Michaels?'
Chris nodded.
'You remember me,' he said as Murphy gently took Alyssa in his arms, 'is your brother here?'
Murphy nodded.
'CONNOR!' he called.
Connor mumbled. He came rushing down the stairs, pulling a t-shirt over his head. He looked at Chris for a brief moment before his eyes settled on Alyssa. He gasped in horror.
'ALYSSA!' he cried, 'WHA' 'APPENED?!'
'I found her lying naked by a bunch of trees in the park,' said Chris, 'she told me to bring her here.'
Connor's eyes wandered to Chris. He chuckled.
'Nice ta see ye again,' he said, "ow's yer sister?'
'Engaged and pregnant,' said Chris.
Connor nodded. He looked at Alyssa, a sad sigh escaping from his lips.
'T'is a good thing tha girls are out visitin' Lisa…' he said softly.
Murphy nodded, distracted. He was worried about the young lass they had all begun to think of as family. He kissed her gently on the forehead. "Yer goin' be okay, lass. I promise."
Alyssa reached up with one trembling arm to caress Murphy's cheek, her pain filled eyes full of trust. "I lo-ve y-y-you, Mur…" Her voice trailed off as her back arched completely up off of Murphy's lap, and she screamed at the top of her lungs, pain lancing through her stomach.
Murphy jumped as he felt something warm spreading across his lap. He glanced down, carefully opening up the jacket, to find blood running down the inside of Alyssa's legs.
'FUCK!' he roared, 'Connor! We canna wai' fer Simon te gi' here!'
He cursed again when Alyssa passed out cold.
'Bring 'er te Lita!' Connor called, running to get his keys.
'What's going on?!' Chris demanded.
'She's miscarryin' de baby tanks te de bas'ard the' did dis," Murphy answered in a growl, 'ye wanna 'elp? Run upstairs an' gi' a blanket off one o' de beds. Donna madder which one.'
Chris nodded. He ran up the stairs, appearing moments later with a large blanket in his hands. He quickly spread it on the couch and helped Murphy wrap Alyssa up in it. He looked up at the sound of a horn blaring.
'Sounds like he's got Lita ready to go…' he said.
Murphy nodded, carefully scooping Alyssa back into his arms. He looked at Chris.
'Would ye min' stayin' 'ere te le' our wives know where we wen'?' he asked, 'ye can come te de 'ospi'al wit dem when dey come.'
Chris sighed but nodded, watching as the beautiful young girl disappeared, carried out of sight within a few seconds.
