It was finally over. I had gotten through it without shedding a single tear, but it had broken me in so many ways. How was I supposed to tell Chibs that I was raped? He wouldn't want to touch me ever again, much less be with me in general.
"Your man is on the way whore. Aww, what's the matter, don't like black dick?", he started laughing at me, I decided to spit on him again, getting any shot in I could.
"LEROY! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YE!", roared Chibs.
My eyes pricked at the sound of his voice, I was filled with relief and fear. Relief for knowing that the torture was over. Fear for wondering how I was going to tell him what happened, and his reaction. I watched the Sons come running into the room I was being held in.
"Where's my money Filip?", asked the man named Leroy.
"Here's yer fekking money!", I watched him pull his gun and step so close to Leroy that they were almost touching noses. He put the gun to his head, "Who do ye think ye are, taking my woman, and threatening me with her?". He looked like he was an animal, protecting his mate.
. "Chibs.", I whimphered.
I saw his head whip towards me, the look of the devil in his eyes. "Lass.", he whispered
. He ran to me grabbing my face to kiss me, I turned my head quickly, burying my face into his neck. I wasn't ready to kiss me, I didn't know if I ever would be. He cut my bonds and wrapped me up in his arms. I couldn't hold back the tears anymore, so I let them flow freely, glad to be in his arms again, but wondering how much longer he would want to hold me like this. I couldn't fathom how I was going to tell him.
"Are you okay love? I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner. Did they hurt you?".
I laughed a little through my tears, "Slow down Chibs, yes I'm okay, no they didn't hurt me.".
I slowly stood up, sore from sitting in that chair and other things I didn't wanna think about. I grabbed onto him, needing his support, in more ways than one. He picked me up bridal style, carrying me to his bike. He put down on the seat and grabbed my chin, forcing me to look at him.
"Don't lie, did they touch you?", he narrowed his eyes at me, waiting for any signs I was fibbing.
I returned his gaze evenly, "No, I promise.", I knew I had just lied to the man I possibly was in love with, but I couldn't let him know yet. I needed more time with him before I was able to handle his rejection.
"Let's get you home.". And we drove away from own personal hell, to hopefully a better place and time.
Hey guys, again thanks for reading. I'm having a bad case of writers block, so it might be a ffew before I post again. Hopefully not, but you never know. Reviews are encouraged.
