6
The moon was coming up, and it was very hot tonight. I felt I needed to melt away into my thoughts without being disturbed. I slid on a black bikini top and blue bottoms and took a towel and headed to my pool in the back. The weather was indeed warm, and it was the perfect night for a swim. I slid off my sandals and walked over to the stairs. I felt the coolness of the water flowing up my body as I became engulfed in the water. As my face became devoured, I could feel my body going slightly numb. I was shivering as I slowly came up for air.
I inhaled and exhaled feeling my body start to float around. I remember the parties my family hosted here. Family only no friends allowed. I never understood why until I was older. It was all so fucked up. I moved about in the water for a minute finally getting warm. Maybe I should throw a party one day. But who would I even invite? Tara? She'd just invite Jax and Jax would invite his club. They weren't my family. Only family.
I'm in a state of total simplicity when I looked up toward my house and see white circular lights moving about my window. My eyes slowly widen as I realize someone was in my house. My heart was beating into my throat and I swam back towards the stairs of the pool and crawled out quietly. I moved over to my towel and removed my phone from under it. I moved over to my small tool closet and opened it while I listened to the dial tone.
"Hey this is Happy leave a message." the voicemail replied. I cursed silently and quickly dialed Tara. So much for having my back. My eyes scanned the closet for a quick second before moving to grab my machete.
"Hello?" Tara answers.
"Tara, someone's in my house." I whispered harshly.
"Fuck! Hide somewhere. Jax's coming over." she said. I hung up the phone and looked at the machete for a second. I didn't have the strength to use it like my father. I placed it back inside and hurried toward the other side of the pool where my fence was. I moved to unhook the latch and thought I was home free. I see a black masked face and immediately I screamed and tried to slam the door, but the door just bursts back. I stumbled back and fell to the ground. Damn my wet feet. I feel my hair immediately being grabbed, and I shouted as I'm lifted in the air. My head felt like it was on fire with the grip. I feel the hand release me once I am on my feet and wrap around my hip and lift me into the air. This man was strong. I cried out as I tried to push away from his hold. His grip on me was hard and I was surprised to be so light I could be lifted so easily.
My back door slides open and two other men in all black comes out. They're wearing masks as well. All I can think of was they were going to shoot me right then and there.
"This the black bitch?" one of them asks. I'm pushed quickly in his direction an he grabs me fast before I could even struggle.
"Yeah it's her." the one who found me first replied.
"Get her to the bedroom. Let's give the teacher a lesson." The one who held me said.
"NO! LET ME GO!" I screamed out as I was lifted up once more and carried back into my room. I couldn't believe this. They were going to kill me! I'm going to die and there's no one here that could or can help me. No one will get here in time to save me. Once they had me inside, one of the men grabbed my kicking feet so it was easier to carry me up my stairs and down the hall to my room. I'm seeing flashes of white and black as fear consumes me. My swimsuit bra has twisted around my body and now my breasts were exposed and all. "Please let me go!"
The three men were laughing and snickering. We reach my room and I'm slammed on my bed. I feel my swim top being torn off and my bottoms following right after. Now I felt air hitting my body, my bed soaked from the water. I'm seeing white.
"No! Please!" I cried out watching as the man who grabbed me from before began to unzip his pants and position himself between my legs. The other two hold my arms down, their gloved hands bruising my skin. He's the biggest one of the three. The bigger monster.
"Zobelle and Weston send a message." he said. I feel something push right into my opening and I groaned out.
"OH FUCK!" I cried out as I was not expecting something so thick and hard to push into me.
"Tell Clay Morrow to stop selling his guns to the niggers and wetbacks." he replied thrusting into me harder and faster. "Or else things are going to get a lot worse for you and his whore wife." I cried out as I felt him pushing harder and harder. My stomach cramped, and my vaginal muscles tightened up immediately. Gemma? What happened to Gemma? What did they do to her? I feel his hand around my neck and I feel the air disappearing from my lungs. I groaned out some as he thrusts harder and faster. Through all my gasping and groaning, I hear heavy footsteps all around me. Now I see a flash of an angry tan face as his hand just grabs the man's face.
"You mother fucker!" Happy snapped as his hand just grips the man's face and pulls him off me. I hear a loud bang, and I immediately roll off the bed screaming as I hear nothing but loud noises and furniture falling over. It's dark so I can't see. I curl up for a second, my hands falling between my legs for a few seconds. Hands grab my shoulder and I jump and yelp to see it's Clay. He's helping me up and I hear another bang. Happy. He just shot one of the men in black and now there's one left.
"STOP! STOP! STOP!" I demanded, and everyone freezes now as I stand up now. Juice moves over with one of my gowns and I quickly take it and pull it over my body. I'm panting heavily as I'm able to see who is all packed in my room. Clay, Happy, Jax, Juice and Tig. Jax and Tig are holding up the last of the three men. My heart is pounding hard in my chest. Happy's gun is out in his hand and pointed at the third man. I walk over to him immediately and before I can stop myself, my hand comes up and connects with his cheek hard. He looks away and growls hard but doesn't do anything else. He knows why I came after him first. The anger and betrayal in my eyes said so. I then looked at the third man who is obviously beaten. There's blood formed around the mouth part of his mask.
Happy looks at the man as he sees I am staring at him. He holds up his gun to me finally and I looked at it for a moment thinking that would be way to easy. I just raised my hand gently pressed my hand to his and slid his gun to his chest. My eyes were blank and dead as I stared up at Happy for a second. He just looked at me with eyes saying he's sorry. Clay walks up behind me.
"Meera, we have to finish it." he said and I turned and faced him. He was serious, eyes emotionless as I knew he was right. It had to be finished.
I then looked at the mask man and frowned heavily, walking up to him with great speed and ripping off his mask. I paid no attention to the detail of his face before I suddenly leaned in, mouth open and bit down right on his neck. He let out a blood piercing scream.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Clay snapped.
"Holy shit." Happy replied.
"It's all just rubber, bite down harder until you taste blood in your mouth!"
My teeth sank down deeper until feel the blood from his neck pooling into my cheeks.
"Lock down!"
My jaw was tight on his flesh as I control my throat so I wouldn't swallow.
"Now rip!"
The man's scream grew higher as I pulled back yanking a chunk of flesh from his throat. I pulled back immediately before just spitting the chunk of meat right back into his face. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as Jack and Tig just let him go. Blood pours from his wound and he stops moving as everyone is looking at me with widened eyes. Happy walks up beside me and lifts his gun shooting the man in the chest and face emptying his gun into him. I winced at the scene watching the man's body shake and convulse as each bullet connects with him.
Blood stained my mouth and neck and even the top of my chest. Happy just looked at me, but I didn't even look at him. I just lifted my head up to stare down the hall. I moved forward, stepping over the body, lifting my hand up to just lick my fingers as I just left down the stairs. My door is kicked in, split down the middle. I don't even care. I just moved out to my back porch over to my pool. I had never been raped before. My eyes swelled with tears and fell down my cheek as I dropped to my knees at the edge of the water and cried.
After a few seconds, Jax comes out and slowly squats beside me.
"Hey," he said softly and I slowly looked up at him. He didn't look surprised or angry at me. He just looked at me with caring eyes. "I let Tara know you're okay. She's coming to get you. You're going to stay at her place for a few days while we clean this place up."
"Clean it up?" I asked, my voice cracked some and he nodded.
"Yeah. We're going to have some guys come over and fix up your place. We're going to get you taken care of. But we got to get rid of these bodies tonight. Happy is going to stay here with you until Tara gets here."
"No. Tell him to leave." I replied. He gave a gentle exhale.
"Yeah. I politely advised that and basically he told me to go fuck myself. He's staying." he said lowly and I just looked away for a second.
"You don't want to know what happened back there?" I asked lowly and he shook his head slowly looking away some, the wind lightly blowing against us.
"It's not the craziest thing I have seen. You're safe. That's what matters." he said. I finally stood up.
"I won't be safe until AJ Weston and this Zobelle guy are dead." I replied.
"What about Zobelle?" Clay asked stepping out now to join us. Jax and I both looked at him and I sighed.
"They said to tell you to stop selling weapons to gangs of color or they'd come back and do it again." I replied. Jax frowned heavily and looked at Clay who just nodded.
"You won't have to worry about him anymore." he said. I didn't believe him at all, but I just nodded and watched him motion for Jax that it was time to head out. He turned and moved inside. Jax just touched my should lightly before following after his step dad. I stood here for a moment gathering myself and looking up at the sky for a second. I knew I had to get ready for Tara to come over and so I moved back over to the door. Happy came into view. I could see he was in a black hoodie and blue jeans. I looked past him, but he blocked my path a bit.
"Look Meera, I know I missed your call and I know you must hate me-"
"I don't hate you..." I said cutting him off finally looking up at him. The blood on my body is drying and I felt I needed to burn my gown. "I'm just very disappointed in you." He winced now at my words.
"Shit. That's even worse." he said.
"I know." I answered before walking around him and moving back toward my stairs. He followed behind me quickly, grabbing my hand now. I didn't even pull away or reply, but I didn't look at him either.
"I've called Tara and told her not to come." he said. I looked at him stunned now and he just shook his head.
"You're staying with me at my place." he stated. I scowled already showing him I didn't like his idea. He shook his head. "No choice. Go get cleaned up." I rolled my eyes and just walked up the stairs. I moved inside my room walking around the pools of blood that were there. I guess staying with Happy would be a safer choice then staying with Tara. I slid my gown down, and stepped into my shower. I cut it on hot, and just stepped in anyways not caring if it needed time to heat up. I inhaled slowly, and just ignored the freezing cold. I will cry about all of this later. I hear the door open and I don't even more as the curtains slowly slide open. I glanced at Happy's naked form before just looking back down at the water. Red mixed with clear clean water as it went down the drain.
Slowly, muscular arms began to wrap around my body slowly and I closed my eyes and sighed as I feel Happy's body just press into mine. I feel his nose in the back of my messy hair as he hugs me close. I didn't expect him to beg for my forgiveness or even give me space. He would say he's sorry the best way he knew how.