AN: I'm sorry that I haven't updated in so long. I didn't have a lot of ideas before and when I did it took awhile to get them out. I hope you all enjoy this one and I promise to get the chapter out faster next time. Happy Reading! .Awesome.16
Chapter Three.
I opened my eyes to an empty black trailer and an agonizing headache. I groaned loudly and held my hand to the side of my head. What happened? Slowly I pulled myself up from the floor and sat down on my bed, crushing my palms against my face. The headache had progressively gotten worse with every movement I made. A few tears escaped my eyes but I quickly brushed them away. Fuck, what the hell happened? My mind tried to find images from the past few hours but only got the remembrance of a metal baseball bat swinging towards my face. A sob escaped my throat as I recalled the blinding pain. Why, why can't I remember anything but this?
"Breanna!" My body froze as someone screamed my name. I looked around me but saw nothing. Where was that coming from? "Breanna, sweetie pie," The voice coughed and spit out some saliva. "You awake now?" The breath caught in my throat. Is that who I think it is? My veins filled with ice and my body started to shake. Shit! How did he get out? Fuck, one of his dumb ass buddies payed his bail! Tears streamed down my face as the screaming continued, and with trembling hands I grabbed the blood splattered baseball bat and held it defensively. My heart pounded in my ear, the sound making my head ache worse.
"I know you're there!" I stepped out of my bedroom, fingers clasped tightly around the bat. If I was going to die, I was going to die fighting. "Sam, if you're out there so help me I will-" A cold hand clamped over my mouth, and another one wrapped itself around my body, yanking my arms down. The bat fell to the floor with a bang.
"Sorry to disappoint you, honey, but I'm the one in control now." The end of his tongue ran its way up the edge of my ear, causing me to scream and try to fight back. "Did you miss me, sweetheart?" I screamed again, my throat going raw. Sam's lips pressed against my cheek, his tongue flicking out to catch a tear.
Without warning my body landed on the floor with immense force, my head knocking against the wood. Before I had time to think of an escape plan his body layed on mine, a hand clasping my wrists above my head. I sobbed loudly into the floor, trying to yank my hands away with no avail. Come on, please. Don't do this. Not again!
"Your body is so sexy, Breanna." He kissed my neck and I shuddered in disgust, screaming again. "I just want to lick every inch of it."
"Get the fuck off of me, asshole! Go away!" I kicked my legs against his own, trying to hit a sensitive spot to weaken him, but he just chuckled.
"Make me, bitch." He licked down my neck in one swift motion, causing another sob to eject itself from my mouth. "It's not like you could fight me off. I'm a big, strong guy, and you're just a tiny, weak, little girl. You are nothing." His hand yanked the shirt I had on roughly and the material ripped, leaving me topless. "And I am one of the only ones that is going to want your raunchy pussy."
The screen door broke off its hinges. Two large men stood with striking eyes, the taller one breathing in and out like he was hyperventilating. His eyes bugged out of his head, and the veins in his neck popped out.
"I suggest you take your hands off her, Mr. Campton." The other one said, his voice dark and menacing. Sam's body froze on top of me, grip loosening on my wrists. Without another thought I took advantage of the situation and bit into his large arm, smirking as I felt a rusty taste seep between my teeth. As he groaned in pain and held his wound I crawled out from under him and backed away in the opposite direction. My shaking, pale fingers ran themselves through my greasy, sweat covered hair and breathed in trembling breath.
"Oh no you don't, princess." Sam's face scrunched in anger, and he quickly stood up, forgetting his bleeding wound as he grabbed for my leg. I jumped back away from him, a few stray tears flowing from my eyes. The taller guy grabbed Sam by the throat and slammed him into the wall, long fingers squishing into his thick neck with ease. Sam struggled, face flushed like a large tomato.
"I told you not to touch her, didn't I?"
"Stupid ass, Squanto. Go the fuck back to your tiny hut and so I can get rid of a big problem," He nodded his head towards his pants and I visibly stiffened. "If you know what I mean." The tall boy pressed deeper into his throat, making his eyes bug out.
"Jared, get her into the car. Dominic will have to drive my new buddy and to the station." The shorter boy looked down at me and then turned back and nodded. Jared, what a religious name for a guy in cut off shorts and a naked chest. He stepped towards me and held out his hand cautiously, giving me a nervous smile. I stared down at the tanned appendage and cringed away from it.
"I can walk by myself." Jared gave me another smile and nodded, bringing his hand to rest back at his side again.
"Come on, your dads already in the car. We're going to the hospital."
"W-why are we going there? Is dad okay?" He looked at his feet and shrugged. No, please don't be in critical condition. Please, please, please. "What happened to him?"
"He can't move on of his arms and his legs busted up. He can still move it and everything but it's all swollen and black and purple." Jared looked back up at me as I clenched my teeth, his dark eyes staring at me sadly. I was just about to get out of this fucking town. Come on! How good is my luck? I turned around and looked over at the other guy that was holding up the piece of shit that put me into this mess. His blonde hair glowed in the small light of the living room, and his blue eyes stared my body up and down icily. Sam smirked down at me, knowing what he had down and relishing in it. Fucking prick, I'll kill him.
"You fucking asshole, how fucking dare you!" I lunged forward but Jared pulled me tightly against his steaming frame. "It's one thing to hurt and humiliate me, but my father? He didn't do anything to deserve this! You fucking asshole! What the fuck do you see in my mom? She's a bitchy middle aged woman with a piece of shit body and a piece of shit attitude and a piece of shit life. She killed her own son for Christ's sake!" The room went silent as Sam chuckled.
"Someone seems angry. Could that be because big ole me?" He laughed again, the harsh sound barreling out of his mouth like bile. "And to answer your question; I hate your mother, she's just another bitch that has the drugs and the sex. I don't give a fuck about you or your Hellen or your precious father, princess." Sam's smile grew into a grin. "It's not like I haven't been there before. I know nothings good there." My face flushed and I felt Jared's arms slack, freeing me from their steel hold. I felt like throwing up. I could just imagine it, emptying my stomach contents on the grimy floor. The mice would swarm.
"That's enough!" The taller guy threw Sam down without warning, throwing his foot into his head with immense force. Sam's head rattled against the floor.
He was knocked out.
I couldn't celebrate for the life of me. The weight of his disgusting words sent my body shaking and fighting for breath. My ears rang and tears seeped from my eyes. Fucking stupid, Sam. Always has to make me have a mental break down. Why couldn't mom find someone else by now? Fuck, stop crying, stop crying. Stop shaking.
"Hey, are you okay?" Was I okay? Was I okay? Hell no, I wasn't fucking okay! All I came here for was to move my stuff and I was knocked out and almost brutally raped again. Yeah, no, I'm not fucking okay. I really couldn't say that, though, so I just shook my head.
"Jared, we really need to get her and Jerry to the hospital. She's going bat shit crazy being around him."
"Yeah, I can see that. We've just gotta wait for Leah to get back with the other car."
"What could she be doing for this long?"
"Probably booking us a flight and paying for a hotel for a few nights and paying for dinner and-" Through watery eyes I could see the tall guy put his hands up. He sighed.
"Okay, okay. I get it. She had a lot to do." A weird sound rang through the air, a mix between a twinkle and a buzz.
"She's outside. Dominic switched Jerry out of his car and into Leah's." I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand and saw the taller guy roll his eyes. "And she said that Jacob texted her earlier and said that Emily's still in labor. Man, this is crazy. Her third kid already! Can you believe that, Paul?"
Paul, Paul. Why does that name sound so familiar?
"Nope. I thought they'd be done after their toddler terror. Now come on, I'll help you get her into the car. Leah will bitch if I don't help out."
The hospital lights burned my eyes as I opened them, causing me to cringe. Twice in the hospital in a month? Must be a world record. How did I even get here? I looked around and saw someone sitting in the chair across the room, head slumped back. It was Jared, snoring loudly as he slept. What an awkward way to sleep.
Slowly I pulled the blankets off of me and stepped onto the floor, holding in a scream as the coldness collided with my toes.
"Don't get up," My eyes shot up wide with fear, afraid I'd been caught, but Jared sleepily waved at me to stop, eyes closing on their own accord. "You need to rest. Stop. You can't-" The words were caught off by snores. I grinned down at him, holding in my laughter. He had to be exhausted, poor guy. Now knowing I wouldn't be caught while trying to take a piss, I made my way to the opposite side of the room to the dark bathroom. I flicked the lights on and all but ran to my shiny throne, quickly relieving myself.
"Dude, wake up." A smack echoed through the room. "Jared, come on. Wake the fuck up."
"Wha-what? What's going on?" There was a pause. "Fuck, where's Breanna?"
"I should be asking you that question, idiot."
"Hey, you're the one that let bitter bitch go back to the hotel last night. I need my rest too, you know." Someone snorted, I assume Paul, and another slap was heard.
"Just come on and help me find her. I can't fucking smell her out since it's so sanitized in here." Their pounding feet thumped out the door, the sound getting quieter and quieter until the door shut. Phew, I rubbed my forehead to get rid of fake sweat. I can finally have some peace away from the bozo guard dogs.After I got off the white throne I washed my hands and took a look at my face, sighing at it. A large purple-black bruise lay on the right side of my head, and my lip was busted and scabbed over. I rubbed a finger across the large gash under my eye and winced as pain filled the area. Man, Sam got me worse than I thought. My eyes shifted to my wrists and I saw that there were deep purple-black bruises that had the shape of hands in them.
I'm going to throw up, I thought. I look like shit and after all of this dad isn't going to want me and fuck I'm going to puke my guts out. A cold sweat exploded across my skin and I dove for the toilet bowl, nearly missing it as I tripped on the slippery, cold tiles. This is so disgusting. Tears rolled down my face as the bile shot out of my throat, my nose burning from the rancid smell.
"Breanna!" I heard the door yank open and loud footsteps sounded behind me. My hair was pulling away from my face. "God, are you okay? I mean, you're throwing up. Of course you're not okay." I shook with forceful tremors that rocked my body. "Dammit, your dad is going to kill me." The vomit had stopped, but at the thought of my dad I started crying harder. God, he was going to be so disappointed. I got him all battered and broken just because I wanted to run away from my problems. I was so fucking selfish. "Breanna? No, don't cry. It's okay!"
"Why do you guys care so much?" I looked over at him as I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, wiping the tears out of my eyes with the other one. Jared grimaced and gave out a long sigh. His hand rubbed against my back as I breathed in and out deeply.
"Your dad means a lot to us all. He helps out everyone in any way he can. And he's missed you for so long." He ran a hand through his hair. "You've had a bullshit life, Breanna, and we being assholes to you wouldn't make it any better."
"I'm sorry for throwing up." Jared lifted me to my feet and flushed the toilet, disappearing out the door for a second before he returned with a toothbrush and some toothpaste.
"Leah thoughts this would come in handy." I gave him a small smile and took it from him. "And don't worry about it. I almost blew chunks last week when I walked in on my mom and step dad going at it." His eyes widened and he shivered in disgust. "Yikes, it was the scariest thing I've ever seen."