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Chapter 6

Randie never asked him about that night and every time he saw her after that, he didn't reference it or act like they had ever been intimate. In fact, every time he saw her in town, she was with her dad, her stepmom or Logan. She may have glanced his way, but pretty much acted like she didn't know him. It infuriated him and made him think even less about her than he had before.

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That night with Matt meant the world to Randie. Matt acted so hateful towards her that she was sure that he hated her. In fact, he had made that clear every time he looked at her, every time he spoke to her., but when he had touched her it had been so gentle. His kiss had felt as wonderful as it had all those years before. And she couldn't deny him. She refused to deny him, no matter what consequences followed.

She saw him from time to time. In the grocery store, the gas station, but he glowered at her. His eyebrows would narrow and his lip would curl up in disgust. She could see the bitterness in his eyes, so much that even if she could sneak away from whoever she was with, she didn't think she would be able to tell him she was pregnant.

It was like she had been given a gift. At night she'd lay in the closet that she used as a bedroom and rubbed the baby that had barely begun to form a bump in her belly, thinking of its father. Even though he didn't know, she felt as if her secret was their secret. No one knew, but she knew one day it would be obvious. But she would deal with whatever came because she couldn't think of anything she wanted more than Matt's child.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Her father still insisted that she go out with Logan. Every date was the same with Logan taking her straight to some secluded backroad by the lake. He would climb over the shifter, lay back her seat and drop down upon her.

"I'm not ready." She whispered, but honestly she couldn't stand Logan's touch. Even when he tried to make love to her, his touch was violent and she feared one day he wouldn't stop when she begged him to. She hated Logan. She hated his kiss and she hated being labeled as his girl.

So far, she hadn't endured anything that would cause harm to her unborn child, but she feared each beating and protected her belly, letting her face absorb every strike. Her face usually looked so horrible that she couldn't leave the house. Actually, she was forbidden to leave the house and the padlocks returned. She seemed to always do something to anger her father and Logan had decided that beating her each time she refused would make her want to give in to him.

Her belly only grew slightly, but it was still growing. Her dresses helped to hide it but she knew time was running out. She didn't believe her father would kill an unborn child, but she knew what kind of man he was. She knew he was the type of man who would take her child and sell it to the highest bidder and her baby would end up who knows where. That had been her father's whole plan with Logan since the day he found out he was interested. She began to make plans. She hid every stray dollar she found lying around the house. She had never been a thief but when it came to the safety of her child, she felt she had no choice when she slipped twenty dollar bills out of the stack that Logan liked to sit in his cup holder. Logan was the type that threw money around. He never really knew how much he had and he loved for people to see that he had money. She thought it was dangerous, but in that time in her life she was glad Logan was a moron.

She'd collected over fifteen hundred dollars in less than a month, but she wasn't sure when she would have the chance to flee. She waited and waited for a time when no one was looking. But it seemed someone was always watching, but she kept waiting and picking up loose change that no she knew no one would miss. She still hadn't figured out where she would go. She didn't know what she was going to do after the baby was born. Where would she live? What if she was alone when the baby wanted to come into this world? She was so scared and the beatings didn't stop. They came more often and more brutal.

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It was a hot day in those fields. Matt wiped the sweat away from his brow and looked up at the sun. It was too hot to continue working, but he knew he wouldn't find much relief indoors. He looked toward the tree line. It had been a long time since he'd taken off to the river. He walked by that old tree house. Marty spent most of his days there now and he'd been there a few times making repairs. He didn't want Marty getting hurt on something he'd built when he was a child. That combined with age was a bad combination.

He went to the deep part of the river where he had swam with Jeff and his friends. It still looked the same. The same big rock sat in the middle and the same water rushed over a bed of rocks from the narrow stream. He heard a splash as he took off his shirt. The fish liked to jump there. Some of the biggest bass he'd ever seen lived in that deep pool.

He jumped in. The initial shock of its temperature made him gasp, but it felt good. He dove under the water again, swimming as far under water as he could before coming up again, then he floated on his back for a while. The water felt good on his sore muscles and he gazed up at the sky. It was a beautiful day. The sky was a perfect blue and the sounds of nature around him made him forget about his stress. He'd become so bitter, so angry at life that he had become blind to what was good around him.

He heard another noise. Beneath the water and it wasn't the sound of a fish jumping. He raised his head and his eyes noticed that he was alone. He watched a girl in white pop up from under the water. She smoothed back her hair and her gaze fell on him.

He tried to ignore her, but every time he gazed her way, she was looking his. He watched her walk towards the shore. Her dress completely translucent as she emerged.

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as his eyes traced her body. Matt had had a lot of long nights. It was extremely hot. They didn't have an air conditioner and the fans were doing nothing but blowing hot air around the room and he couldn't stop thinking about that night with Randie. He craved one more taste of her flesh. It seemed that the more he thought about what he'd done with Randie, the more he wanted to have her again and he had to take a cold shower just so he could get to sleep. Or maybe it wasn't Randie at all. Maybe he just needed sex.

He joined her on that bank. Walking up behind her as reached for that sweater she always wore, not matter how hot it was.

He pulled her close and touched his lips to her neck.

"Matt."

"Damn you taste so good." He let slip as his tongue traced her neck. Then her turned her and closed his mouth down upon hers. Her body fell against his. Her hands touching his chest and her tongue returning his passion. He picked her up, pulling her legs around his waist as he laid her on the damp ground. He made short work of her clothes and his own. Just like the first time, she didn't reject his advances, allowing him to take whatever he wanted from her.

He'd found other woman to fulfill his need since they had been together, but none of them seemed to satisfy him. Not after being with Randie and the second time with her was no different. It felt so good that he took his time, wanting to enjoy it as long as he possibly could, until he had completely exhausted himself.

He laid on his back afterwards, trying to catch his breath. Randie laid her head on his chest, her hand softly caressed the lines of his six pack. For a moment, he let him fantasize, pretend like they had done all those years before. They were just playing house and there were no dividing lines. No responsibilities. No illnesses and they didn't hate each other.

"I didn't know you still came here." He said, his fingers toying with her wet hair.

"I came to see Aunt Peg and I missed it."

"Me too." He agreed."

"I shouldn't stay long." She whispered so meekly he had barely heard her. She was talking even softer that before it seemed.

"Yeah, I got to get going myself." He still had a lot to do and childish games were an unaffordable waste of his time. The boys needed lunch, Jeff would be leaving to meet his friends soon and he had to check on his father. He liked to let Jeff take off with his friends when he had the weekends off. He didn't want his little brother's youth to be completely lost like his own had been.

He sat up and pulled on his shorts. It hurt that she was in such a hurry to get away from him, then decided he didn't care and resumed. Why should he care? Her kind thought he was dirt. She had made that perfectly clear every time he saw her in public. Turning that dainty little nose in the air. She was probably between guys. Or else she wouldn't have let him touch her.

"Here." He tossed her the shirt he had discarded. Her dress was wet and covered with mud and grass. She slipped the shirt on, then she stood in front of him for a moment, like she was waiting for him to say something, wanted him to say something particular.

"I guess I'll see you … when I see you." What else could he say? She was a great screw? He hoped she let him screw her again sometime?

"I better go." She sounded almost sad. "I'll bring the shirt back."

"Why don't you keep the shirt?" He said fingering the sleeve a bit.

Matt had to admit that she looked pretty good in his tee shirt. She smiled, and her tongue ran over her bottom lip. Then she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran off. Matt let out a slow deep breath as he watched her disappear into the woods towards her Aunt and Uncles home, then he retrieved his shoes and hurried toward his house. He'd already been gone too long and he hoped his father wasn't already worried.

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"I guess you only like laying down with trash." Logan breathed in Randie's ear. He'd snuck up behind her. Grabbing her arm so violently she could already feel her skin bruising.

She didn't say anything. Actually, she had stopped talking to most people all together. He spun her to face him. "Hardy? Randie. Really?" Logan snarled. His grey eyes looked like they were made of ice as he towered over here. "That greasy headed low life? You would rather lay down with a guy like Matt Hardy than me?" He must have been watching her with Matt and it made her feel sick that someone had violate such an intimate, private moment of her life.

She should have expected the hard shove that knocked to her to her back, but it had caught her off guard. He'd expected him to say he was done. To walk out of her wanting nothing more to do with her, but instead she was pinned by his heavy frame, struggling to get away. His slaps were harder than any before and he tore off the tee shirt she wore with one quick movement.

"Do you know how embarrassing this is for me? Huh?" He spit as he screamed in her face. "Here I thought I had some virginal Mary and what I really have is a whore that lays with swine!" He pulled out a large knife, touched the point to her cheek.

She brought her knee up, connecting and disorienting him enough to slip away. She ran towards the river, hoping that Matt was still there or not far away, but she tripped on a branch and Logan was on top of her again.

"You made a fool out of me!" He growled. "Girls like you don't deserve to be so damn pretty."