Concrete Angel Chapter 11

Note: Ok, I tried to post this sooner but I went home for a little over a week with no internet access. So, here you go. I hope you are all still reading. This chapter is a little dark just a warning.

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"Boscorelli," Bosco barked into his cell phone.

"Hey man. It's Green down at lock up. You wanted me to call when Hargrove got a visitor."

"And?"

"Gregory Westmore. Stockbroker."

"Stockbroker?"

"Guy gave me his card," Green laughed.

"Thanks man."

Bosco hung up and looked to Faith. She didn't know he had someone updating him on Meg's dad's visitors. She looked at him with questioning eyes. When he didn't say anything, she turned off the movie they were watching.

"What?" He asked.

"Stockbroker?"

"I've been having Green down at lock up call me when Hargrove gets visitors. Nothing illegal Faith. Don't worry."

"Everything you do worries me."

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"Have a nice night," Jayme said to the clerk as she put her change in her pocket.

With the milk in hand she began to walk back to her house. She felt a cold chill go up her spin and shivered. It wasn't windy and it wasn't cold. That's when she looked up. The milk fell to the ground as she stood frozen.

"Not happy to see me?" came the voice.

Jayme blinked a few times. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Finally, her head told her feet to move and she took off. She ran as fast as she could and thought she had some distance between them until she felt him tackle her. The wind was knocked out of her and the man dragged her to an alley.

"I asked you a question," he hissed as he threw her down.

Jayme didn't answer. She couldn't. Instead the stared to crawl backwards, afraid to take her eyes off him. He wasn't there. It was a bad dream. She home. Sleeping in her bed. Carlos was watching TV or something. Carlos. He could wake her up from this nightmare.

"Carlos! Carlos!" She screamed.

"He can't help you." The man quickly had her by the hair and covered her mouth. "What did I tell you before. Don't scream. No one can help you."

"I'm not fourteen anymore." Jayme balled her hand into a fist and threw it at his face.

The man was caught off gaurd and rolled off her. He held his face in pain. Jayme got up. Finally realizing that this was very real and not a terrible nightmare she turned to run once again. He grabbed her feet and she fell face first into the ground. Her nose began to bleed. She kicked at him, yet he held on.

"Stop fighting me. It's gonna hurt more. You know it's gonna hurt, but I can make it so much more painful."

"You should have killed me when you had the chance."

"Oh, baby. I love you too much." The man rolled her over on her back and pulled up her shirt. He ran his finger over a scar. "It's still there." He leaned down and kissed it. "Am I still the only one you've ever had?"

"Just kill me this time," she cried.

"What fun would that be?" He pulled out a Swiss army knife. "Any requests?"

"Burn in hell?"

"Too long. Slut. That works better." He put the knife to her back and held it there. "I did Whore last time. So, I think it'll be slut."

"Please don't."

"You know I gotta mark you. No one will know you are my girl if I don't mark you." He placed one hand over Jayme's mouth as he cut the vulgar word on her back. "Shh. Almost done." When he was done he put the knife back in his pocket. "All done."

Jayme cried out. She tried to drown out the pain, but knowing there was more to come didn't help. He still had his hand over her mouth. His cologne made her sick. She felt his other hand run across her hair.

"Carlos bleed a lot more than this. I doubt he's still alive. When I'm done with you, we are gonna pay a visit to your sister. Then the three of us can be together. I bet she's as cute as you." He flipped Jayme up then pulled a gun and cell phone from his pocket. "I need you to be a good girl and make a phone call for me."

"Why?"

"Because I need you to. That's all. Now, call or you end up like Carlos." He dialed a number then handed the phone to Jayme.

"Boscorelli?" Bosco's voice was like blessing for Jayme. She was about to ask for help when she felt the gun poke into her.

"Tell him you are keeping Meg and that he can't have her." He jabbed the gun more.

"Bosco?" Her voice was unsteady.

"Jayme? You ok?"

"No." She gasped when the gun poked into her side. "I thought about it and I am gonna take Meg."

"What?"

"I'm sorry. I think . . . she'll be better with me." Jayme cried. She hated to be hurting him like that. Just earlier she had told Carlos she decided Meg was better off with Bosco. Jayme was about to talk more when the man told her to hang up. "I gotta go." He ripped the phone from her.

"Good girl."

"Why?"

"Because. It was fun."

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Bosco stared at his phone in disbelief. Jayme was going to take Meg from him. He was going to lose one of the best things that happened to him. He wanted to ask her more, but she hung up. She couldn't do that do him and just hang up. Bosco picked up the phone and dialed her number.

"Um, hello?" Carlos answered.

"Jayme there?"

"No. Can I take a message?"

"Tell her Bosco called." Bosco was confused. How could she call him if she wasn't home.

"Bosco? It's Carlos."

"Maybe you can tell me then. Why did she decide to take Meg?"

"What? She didn't."

"Yes she did. She just called me."

"Impossible. She walked down to the gas station. Besides, she thought about it for a long time and decided her sister was better off with you. Are you sure you heard her right?" Carlos asked.

"Yeah. She was crying pretty hard, but I know what she said."

"It doesn't make sense. Look, when she gets home, I'll talk to her."

"Sure. Just have her call me," Bosco said before hanging up.

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Jayme struggled as he pinned her to the ground. This was it. After the games were done, he'd go on to what he really wanted. She prayed she would just die. She knew it wouldn't happen, yet she prayed with everything she had. He began to tug at her pants when footsteps approaching could be heard.

"Hey. You hear something?" A young man asked his girlfriend.

"No."

"Listen." He pointed to the alley and saw the shadows. "What the . . .," he trailed off. He started walking to the alley. "Hey!"

Jayme took a deep breath as the man whispered in her ear. He got up and took off. The footsteps from the other end were coming closer. She shivered as she slowly tried to get up. Someone ran past her, but she could feel someone near her.

"Hey. You ok?" A young girl looked down at her. She dropped a gym bag and pulled out a sweater. "Put this on."

"Thanks." Jayme looked down to her ripped shirt.

"Laurie? She ok?" The young man came running back. "I lost him."

"I'm ok." Jayme shied away from the young man who came to her rescue.

"I'm Dave. This is my girlfriend Laurie. You're safe now," Dave said. He looked at Jayme. "Let me call the cops."

"NO!" She yelled. She couldn't be sure what he said was true. She needed to see for herself if Carlos was fine. If he was, she'd forget what happened. If she forgot, Meg would be safe. "I just want to go home."

"You were attacked," Dave said.

"I want to go home." Jayme started to get up. "Please. Don't call anyone."

"Where do you live? We'll walk with you." Laurie reached out to help Jayme.

"Just up that way. I can go by myself."

"Not with that freak still out there. Let me call the cops." Dave supported Jayme.

"No. Just . . . no."

Jayme began to walk and Dave and Laurie followed her pace. She was bleeding and beaten. She heard Dave ask her address and she vaguely recalled giving it to him. Then he lifted her up and carried her. Laurie had held her hand as she began to cry. Dave had numerous times along the way asked to call the police, each time he received the same reply. No.

"This the place?" Laurie asked Dave.

"Yeah. I just hope someone is home." He lifted his hand and knocked. He let Jayme down as she struggled.

Carlos opened to the door to find Jayme bleeding and barely able to stand and man next to her. He didn't see Laurie. He jumped to the wrong conclusions and attacked Dave. Jayme screamed for him to stop. He looked up to see Jayme and Laurie crying.

"He didn't do anything. They found me and brought me home," she cried. "Don't hurt him."

"God, what happened." Carlos jumped up and caught Jayme before she fell.

"She needs a doctor," Dave said.

"You think?" Carlos placed her on the couch. "I'm a paramedic in New York. I've treated worse." He ran to find some towels and such to clean her up.

"Some guy had her in an alley. He ran off. She wouldn't let us call the police," Laurie offered.

"Thanks for brining her home. I need to concentrate on her now."

"Yeah. Sure." Laurie pulled out a notepad from her purse and began to write. "This where you can reach us if she decides to call the police." She handed Carlos the paper then turned to leave.

"Thanks. I mean it," Carlos threw over his shoulder.

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"Calm down. What happened?" Faith asked as Bosco paced.

"I don't know what's going on Faith. Jayme called and said she was going to take Meg. Then I call back and Carlos says she isn't home but that she decided that I was better for Megan. What is it, Faith?"

"Maybe she was just confused."

"I wish she'd would just make up her mind. I can't do this. I can't loose Meg." Bosco sat down on the couch.

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Jayme struggled to open her eyes. She felt Carlos as he cleaned up her cuts. Her eyes flew open as he tried to roll her over. He couldn't see them. He couldn't know. She was just going to say it was something random. That she wasn't singled out. That it wasn't the first time.

"I need to look Jay," Carlos said as he tried to get her to calm down.

"No." She sat up. "I just want to take a shower."

"Let me take you to a hospital first."

"He didn't rape me!" She shouted. Jayme tried to get up but Carlos wouldn't let her. "I said he didn't . . .," she stopped when she saw Carlos' eyes water.

"What did he do?"

"What you see." Jayme lowered her head. "I swear though. He didn't. He just roughed me up."

"He tried though?" Carlos pried.

"Yeah," Jayme got out before she started to cry. "It hurts so bad. Make it stop hurting." She cried as Carlos held her. "I want to leave tonight. I want to go back to New York."

"You need a doctor. Really. Your nose looks broken."

"I just want to leave. I'll leave Rachel and Jess notes saying I couldn't say goodbye or something. I just need to go home."

"I'll finish packing then, while you take your bath."

"Shower."

"Bath. I don't need you falling." Carlos helped Jayme up. He followed her to her room to get some clothes then to the bathroom.

"Don't go too far."

"Holler if you need me."

"I will." Jayme shut the door behind her. She quickly locked it then preceded to take off her clothes as she ran the bath water. She looked into the mirror to try and see how bad her back was.

She was thankful it was in a spot she could see so that meant she could bandage it herself. After a good hour in the tub she finally got out and bandaged up her back then put on her sweatpants and long-sleeved T-shirt. She let her hair hang down in an effort to hide some of the bruises. Her face was swollen and purple by now.

Jayme walked to her room and grabbed her bookbag that had her hat in it. She looked around and saw that the important stuff was gone. Carlos had packed up the car. She walked to the living room and saw him watching TV. He stood up.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Yeah." Carlos handed her a notebook. "A note?"

"I forgot about them." Jayme quickly jotted down a few words. "They know what I need to have sent to me. They'll make sure I get it." Jayme took one last look around the apartment and followed Carlos out the door.

She got in the car and smiled when she noticed Carlos had set a pillow, blanket and her favorite stuffed dog on the passenger seat. She set the pillow up against the back of the seat to cushion her back and picked up the blanket and Snickers, her stuffed dog, and got in. Carlos shut her door for her then got in himself.

"Wanna talk about it?
"Maybe when I'm not so tired." Jayme closed her eyes as she heard the engine rev up.

The man's word's echoed in her ears. You know the rules. You tell and little sister gets it. Jayme shivered. Slowly she reached over and turned the radio on as Carlos headed onto the main road. Soon she would be able to hold Meg and make sure she was safe. Then all hell was going to break loose.

"I'm not a kid anymore. You can't get away with it," she whispered. "I won't let you."