The Renegade Saints
Chapter 2: A stranger in the night.
"Well who's it then?" Connor asked me impatiently.
"There's no one there."
"What? Y'sure?" Murphy asked with a slight disappointment in his voice.
"D'ya want to check?" I asked him, turning around to look at them.
"Aideen, get away from the door." Connor ordered as he crept up behind me. I stepped back behind Murph, my gun still tightly gripped in my hand. Connor slowly opened the door; carefully sticking his head out he peered down the hallway. I saw him pull a piece of paper off the door. He looked at us as he shut the door.
"Y'guna tell us what it says? Or do we have to guess?" Murphy asked.
"It just says Their Coming" A panic gripped me for some reason.
"Who? Who's coming? When? Now? Tonight?" I tried so hard to mask the fear in my voice.
"I dunno, but I think we need to leave. Start packing." Connor said grimly as we headed toward the bedroom we shared. Soon we were hurriedly walking the streets, our heads down, like we were trying to blend in with the black night. We came upon a small motel and checked in. The bedroom was tiny; a queen-sized bed took up most of the space. A small TV and a table hardly gave a walk way to the cramped bathroom. We sat in silence. Each of us trying to rack our brains and figure out the who's, what's and how's of this evening's event. Murph was cleaning his various collection of weapons and Connor was absentmindedly toying with the rosary around his neck.
"Do you think we'll ever make it back to Ireland?" Connor asked as I curled up his chest, letting my eyes fall as I listened to his heart beat me it's own lullaby. I heard them talking as I fell asleep, but my brain couldn't comprehend what they were saying.
When I woke up, the room was black. Small rays of light shone through the blinds, casting shadows onto the ceiling. The clock on the table read 2:37. Connor was wrapped around me and Murphy was on the other side of me, snoring softly. I untangled myself from them, walking into the bathroom to pee. I heard something clink, but I brushed it off, assuming it was just the boys. I opened the door to come face to face with the barrel of a gun. My body froze and my mind went blank. A man pushed his way into the bathroom, shoving me against the wall. His eyes were the only visible thing. He came closer and whispered.
"Scream and Die" I could feel his breath, hot and disgusting on my neck. I fought hard to keep him off of me, but he proved stronger than I imagined. He kissed my neck and my check, his hands trying to rip off my spaghetti strap. Tears flooded my face as I desperately begged him to stop, praying to God Connor or Murphy heard. I freed my hand from where he'd had them pinned up against the wall, and I tried to punch him. He grabbed my hair and bashed my forehead against the wall. I could feel the blood, thick and warm as it trickled down the side of my face. Shivers escaped me as he touched my bare back. I fought with all my strength to make him stop, to get him away. He stopped suddenly as I heard the click of a gun. Murphy and Connor emerged from the shadows, a burning fire in their eyes.
"Get the fuck off'er" Murphy growled dangerously.
"We should kill you where you stand, but why waste our time." Connor added. All three of them left and I sunk to the ground, sobbing and shaking, unable to even think. Murphy and Connor rushed back in.
"Aid! Aideen! Look 'it me. Did he do anything? Did you do anything?" Murphy asked my panicked as he wrapped a blanket around me. I shook my head no. The tears burned as they fell.
"Motherfucker! I should go blow his fucking brains out!" Connor said.
"I-I tried to get him off….I tried s-so hard to make him go away….I tried…" I told them in between sobs. They helped me up.
"It's okay, love, he's gone now. He's not coming back. We promise. Just lay down and get some sleep, we'll stay up all night. I promise." Murphy whispered soothingly as I put my head on his chest. Connor looked as if he was about to cry from the chair at the end of the bed. As I fell asleep, I listened to them talk.
"We're lucky we heard something. He could've raped her." Murphy whispered, stroking my hair.
"He could've done worse. Stupid bastard. Poor Aidy, scared fucking shitless." Connor answered.
"Do y'think she'll be alright?" Murph sounded so concerned.
"She'll be better tomorrow, I'm sure, jus let'er sleep some of the shock off. I'm sure she'll be fine." Connor said hopefully. Sleep came over me. I heard nothing else.