Hey guys, This is a longer chapter, and it's finally here.
Warning, a bit of bad stuff happens,violence against women, attempted rape and perhaps even murder... you're warned.
The man smirks evilly. What he had slipped into a drink she had earlier was finally taking affect. He couldn't believe Erica was finally unattended. It had taken forever. Her boyfriend, 'he rolls his eyes' had been hovering over her even since he had started stalking her again.
He looks in through the windows and notices I'm asleep. He licks his lips, remembering her body, her screams, the fear in her eyes as he struck her.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm" He moans and creeps onto the bus.
I'm just laying there, sleeping on my side, oblivious to the danger that I'm in.
I'm finally sleeping so well, that I don't notice myself being lifted up into someone's arms. I don't feel it when he walks down the steps of the bus and out the door, leaving it open and thus making it chilly inside.
He walks inside wish his head down low and takes a dark hallway to a random room. He walks in, with me in his arms and puts me down on a bench, (it was a small locker room).
When I finally come to, my mouth is taped over, and he's tied me down to the bench I'm laying on. It's hard and it hurts my lower back as I try to sit up, realizing I'm tied down.
I look around and my eyes widen upon seeing Dan, sitting there, watching me like a fuckin creep.
He gets up and stalks over to me, making me shake a little, but I have something to protect now. I think to myself as I hold back my urge to rub my belly and give it away.
Dan would do something bad, like punch me in the gut if he knew I was pregnant, especially by another man.
I wish this damn bench would move, but it's bolted to the concrete floor. It's freezing in here, and why do I feel groggy and nauseous?
He kneels in front of my face and caresses it for a few seconds before taking off the tape over my mouth, "If you scream, I'll beat your ass. Do you feel groggy at all? I had to put a lot of that drug in your drink." He asks, answering the question I had just thought to myself.
I nod with a sigh, "W... why are you doing this to...to me?" I stutter out.
He laughs, "Aww, still stuttering I see. Well, it's simple, I want you back. That asshole boyfriend of yours isn't good enough for you. I'm the one who gave you everything, and you couldn't even show some appreciation." He explains with a smirk, making me even more nervous.
I get what he means, I didn't sleep with him... Well, willingly anyways.
As his hands trail down from my face, to my chest and keeps heading south, I shutter, remembering a time ago when those same hands had violated me in a way that had scarred me for the rest of my life.
I push his hand off me, "No Dan. Stop it. You can't just walk back into my life after I left you. I want nothing to do with you." I say and stifle back a sniff as his hands caress me once again, but this time it's my stomach. I bite my lip, I do not like this one bit.
I once again push his hands off me as he tries to caress me a little more south.
I try to push him off me completely as he then holds me down and kisses me. I start to cry as he tries to grind his cloth covered dick onto me. I hope someone finds me. Then I remember my phone, but I don't feel it in my pocket.
That all flies out the window as he starts tugging my bottoms off, revealing just my panties and I cry out, "HELP! RAPE!" He curses and slaps me across the face so hard, my eyes water and my eyes are suddenly bulging in pain. He just takes another piece of tape and re-covers my mouth again.
MEANWHILE...
Phil is walking up to his bus, thinking about how much he can't wait to get in and snuggle with me, maybe a little more. He thinks lovingly as he approaches his bus, right next to Cena's bus. He waves at John as he walks up to the door.
He looks confused as he notices the door has been left open. He walks in and it's freezing inside. He sees my hoodie, not me and not my phone...
DING!
He looks at his phone and notices it's a picture message from me. His eyebrows shoot up and his eyes widen when it's a picture of me, tied up on a bench, tears running down my reddened cheeks. With a caption of, "Lets play hide and seek, you're it."
He looks around in a panic... "FUCK!"
He runs out and leaves it unlocked but closes the door to get it warmer, well, as warm as it can get on a cold night with the power off on his bus.
He starts looking through hallways, hoping to find someone else to help him look. Everyone else has left already as he had taken a bit too long because of the shower he so badly needed after another grueling match.
He's a man on a mission as he keeps glancing from his phone, through each door, to see if there's any other signs.
MEANWHILE...
I'm screaming behind the tape. My cheek hurts like a bitch and he is straddling my legs now. And it hurts, he's not exactly 20 lbs, and my boney legs can't keep him up very well.
He's holding down my hands as he leans over and is biting my neck. He had slapped me earlier and started trying to dry hump me. I kept trying to use me legs to push him off me, but he tied them down pretty tight.
I lick the inside of the tape, hoping to get it to unstick from my mouth.
"HELP! RAPE!" I scream as loud as I can, as I got the tape off for a split second before Dan uses one of his hands to hold my mouth closed.
He starts to kiss me forcefully, using one hand to free his hardened dick and the other to hold down my hands.
He pushes my panties to the side, kissing me powerfully and I try to get him off of me, but it's not working!
I rip my mouth away from his, "I HATE YOU! I FUCKING HATE YOU!" Is all I say before he crushes his lips into mine again. I'm fighting the urge to throw up or kill myself, or kill him, all at once.
Suddenly, he's lifted off me and throw against some lockers.
"PHIL!" I scream and can't stop the tears from spilling.
He's seething with rage when he sees the state I'm in. He hurries over to Dan before the guy can even get up and punches him so hard in the face, blood starts spewing everywhere. He punches his gut a few times, making Dan cough and kicks him in the balls, but the guy's still on his feet.
When Phil wraps his hands around the guy's throat and starts trying to choke him to death, is when I scream out his name again.
He turns towards me and I've never seen him this mad before. I'm already shaking uncontrollably and I'm suddenly really weak.
My breathing starts to feel labored and I feel dizzy, "Phil" is all I say and just lay back.
Phil drops Dan and rushes towards my shaking form. He holds me in his arms, I had untied myself, but I was too weak to even get up or sit up.
As he's holding me, he calls the police. I whimper when he touches my cheek and it just fuels his rage, and I know he is trying to keep it under control right now.
My eyes are closed when the door opens and I see a paramedic along with a police officer come in and he lays me down on the gurney they had brought with them. I groan in pain, that damn bench...
I'm laying in a random hospital bed, in a town I don't remember right now, in Florida. Where that asshole would be if he were not in jail right now.
I had to give a statement to the cops, telling them a whole big story that I did not care to relive. All in front of Phil, who was trying to keep his emotions in check when I had to not only re-tell everything from tonight, but my past and why I have a restraining order against him. By the time they are done, I'm laying in the hospital bed, shaking and every time Phil tries to touch me, I flinch, which he doesn't like at all.
I was in nothing but a hospital gown at this point, at least I have a blanket over that.
Over the course of the night, Phil tries to get me to eat. He tries to hold me. He tries to get me to talk. I just lay there, in silence...
He finally sighs and stands up. As he starts to walk out I look up from my spacing out and tears start to fall as I croak out, "Phil".
He turns and looks at me and just rushes to me and holds me. Ignoring the initial flinch at his actions.
"I'm so sorry this happened to you baby. This is all my fault." He admits and I'm already shaking my head.
"No Phil. It's mine." I state and he looks at me confused for a minute before I start to tell him about the bus and leaving it open, knowing he may have been out there. How I should have reported it the first time he had texted or called or anything, but I didn't.
By the time I'm done, Phil looks kinda mad. I'm sobbing as he looks at me. He tries to caress my cheek, but I flinch hard, he retracts his hand.
He just doesn't understand...
I bite my lip as I start to feel sick again. I get up slowly, ignoring Phil's protests and walk into the little bathroom they have in the room that they transported me to for over night watch.
I get down on my knees and retch. I don't even know how I can, considering I didn't even eat anything. I haven't for a while now, maybe that's why I feel dizzy.
I feel a hand massaging my back and another hand holding my hair back better than I was.
When I think I'm done, I flush the toilet and slowly get over to the sink and wash out my mouth a bit.
I suddenly feel really dizzy, everything is spinning!
Phil is right there and helps me to get to the bed to lay back down.
I start to doze off just as Phil gets a phone call...
"She's been better. Yea, they caught that asshole. No, they want to look over her for the night. I don't know, she's been flinching hard even with me. No, damn it! I forgot to tell them, and I don't think she was in her right mind to even think about the baby either. Fuck! I'll have to tell them now. Alright bye." Phil hung up the phone, he had been talking to Glen. He had been worried sick about me all day.
He sits next to my sleeping form and pushes the button for the nurse.
The older lady walks in and smiles at the gentlemen who hadn't left my side since I was admitted hours ago.
"Can I help you young man?" The nice woman asks upon seeing me sleeping, so I couldn't have pressed the button.
"Yes, with all the commotion tonight and everything. I forgot to tell you, my girlfriend, she's pregnant. I need to make sure it's ok." When he explained all that to her, he suddenly felt emotional. He had almost lost his kitten, his unborn child. He had almost lost everything...
He felt for something in his pocket, he wanted all of this, forever...
But would it really be forever?
Or would something else get in his way of happiness?
The nurse said she would be right back with some things, like supplies to check on the baby. Phil just nodded and watched my sleeping form.
Suddenly, everything is bright and I groan softly. I look around and see Phil staring at me with tears in his eyes.
I try to get the shock off of my face to ask him what's wrong, but I just end up stuttering, as I have never seen him this emotional before.
He smiles upon seeing my eyes open and me try to talk, "It's ok kitten, it's ok." Is all he says.
I try to turn my head but I end up yelping, having forgotten about the stinging slap Dan had dished out to my face. My muscles are stiff as hell too, around my throat, when he was trying to choke me. My back is a little worse for the wear.
As soon as Phil heard the yelp, he was all over her. Asking her if she was alright and wanting explanations. I tried to patiently tell him each and every one of my injuries, but every time I did, he seems really mad.
"Never mind Phil. I just... Why were you crying a few minutes ago?" I ask him, hoping he would talk to me a little more, his voice soothes me, makes me feel better.
He looks me in the eyes, "If I had... If I had lost you kitten...I …. I just..." He was at a loss for words as he looks away for once instead of me all the time.
I cup his bearded face and he turns to me in surprise as this has been the first time I initiated anything all night. I bring his face down to mine and gently kiss his lips.
I pull back and he smiles softly at me when I say, "I've missed that." and he responds with, "Me too" just as the nurse comes back, wheeling a few things in.
She sets up a few things as Phil explains that he had to tell her about the baby, because with all the other stuff, we had forgotten.
Shes asks me questions, like when was my last period. When was the last time we had sex. What kind of protection had we used. I blushed the whole time.
And when she had me spread my legs and put them in the stirrups to each corner of the bed, I blushed beet red and made Phil look at my face only, which made him chuckle and he promised he would.
After all that painful stuff, which was very uncomfortable, she tells me I can put my legs back down and I cover my lower half up as Phil sits back down and holds my hand.
The nurse goes to have all the nasty stuff tested, even though I had assured her that Dan did not rape me. Trust me, if he had, Phil would have been hunting right now.
She comes right back in after having handed the swabs and stuff off to another nurse. She hooks up a bunch of stuff, in addition to the IV they made me have, to keep me hydrated if anything, which I think is stupid, but whatever.
I've always hated hospitals and it seems like I'm in them a lot.
I hate this. I think to myself as she hooks crap up, and pushes a bunch of things and suddenly, I hear a very faint heart beat.
Phil and I both tear up as we stare at each other.
She adds some weird gel stuff to my tummy, which makes me shiver, damn it's cold. She then waves this wand that's attached to some machine, over the gel and this black screen lights up with a tiny little peanut sized white blotch.
"And there's your baby." The nurse says with a smile and tears start to run down my face as does Phil.
She hands the wand off to Phil, assuring him that she will be right back and to just keep it where it is on my tummy to keep seeing the baby.
"We... We made that..." Is all he says and I nod at him with a soft smile.
I keep looking at the screen of the little bean like picture that just so happens to be inside of me, growing, depending on me to provide for it...
I bite my lip, wondering if I can actually take care of this little thing or not...
I'm so busy, thinking about everything that I never notice Phil put the wand down and take my hand, I look at him curiously when he takes a deep breath...
"Erica, I love you so much. I love this baby too. I never thought I'd find the one girl that could make me so happy, but I have. I know it's been rough what with all this crap today and everything, but I love you with all my heart. I don't just want you in my life. I need you. You take away the pain, the suffering, the loneliness. God I hope I don't sound like a dumbass right now. What I'm trying to say is, Erica, kitten, will you marry me?" After all that and I just blink a few times...
"Really?" I ask in a small voice and he takes out the most beautiful diamond engagement ring.
He puts it on my hand and I look at him when he says, "Yes baby, really. Please?" How can I say no, when he pleads like that?
I nod, "Yes! Of course I'll marry you!" I exclaim and he kisses me so passionately.
He pulls back and I have tears streaming down my face with a smile bigger than the huge ass rock he just gave me. Thinking about it, I look down at my ring, holy crap!
"Phil! It's too much! You can get me a smaller one, I don't need a huge one like this." I try to protest but he just smiles and shakes his head.
"Nope, I wanted to. Now anyone that wants to look at you, will notice the big ass ring and know that you're mine. Besides, I can afford it" He explains with a smirk and I know I shouldn't, but for some reason, it turns me on when he gets all jealous like that.
I blush at him when he kisses my lips gently while caressing my still flat stomach.
The nurse comes back in and notices my ring, after offering her congratulations, she explains that the doctor is reviewing the results for everything and will be in soon to talk to us.
That makes me nervous. Talk to us about what?
I look at Phil and he scoots closer so he can hold me more as the nurse walks out.
My tummy rumbles and Phil knows it too because he felt it. I look at him in desperation, I'm starving now. For such a little bean, the baby sure is hungry.
He walks off to find out if I can even eat anything, he told me he would go find me something if they said I was allowed to eat.
I doze off after just a minute, and when I awaken, the doctor is looking at some papers, hopefully my results.
He looks up and smiles, "I have some results here. Are you waiting for someone?" He asks, upon seeing Phil's hoodie on the chair by my bed.
I nod, "Yea my boy... My uh... My fiance." I correct myself mid sentence and blush when he says congratulations.
Phil comes in with different selections of food just as I'm still blushing and sits all the stuff down on this tray thing that goes over the bed.
The doctor tells Phil congratulation as well, which makes him smile and say thank you. He glances over at me and chuckles a bit, knowing why I was blushing now.
The doctor clears his throat, "Now that you're here. I can tell you. I've got some results and it's... It's not good" He says and my eyes widen, my hand flies to my abdomen.
"What... What is it? Is the baby ok?" I ask and I start to panic as the doctors shakes his head no.
OH NO! What could it be?
What do you think the doctor is going to say?
Find out this and more in the next chapter.
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