OKay . . . just a warning now . . . this chapter contains SOME questionable material (i.e rape scene) that not many people can stomach, I realize that. Fortunately, I have made it to where, if you wish, you do not have to read the second part of this chapter, you can just skip to the next chapter after reading the first part and not miss anything important. If you do read the whole chapter, though, feel free to sob and cry all you want to, because between you, me and barn wall, I sobbed like a baby while writing this thing! LOL
"That's it . . . he's dead."
The whole table was silent as Clay finished what he was saying. His usual cigar was smoldering in his fingers, and Happy was sitting on the opposite end of the table, a vaguely smug smile on his face. His new tattoo was in plain sight on his right biceps, a smiley face made out from the Communist symbol of USSR.
Alexandre, gang leader of the Russians . . . was dead.
Everyone grouped around the carved wooden table in Chapel looked happy. Finally, a major thorn in their sides was gone. One of the most powerful gang men in their circle was dead, his wife missing, and his only stepdaughter was one of their own. The only one who didn't look particularly happy, was Jax. He was sitting on Clay's right, his customary spot at the table, but his hands were in front of his lips, his fingers entwined. He looked deep in thought about something, and only afforded a wry smile when Happy and Clay announced that Alexandre, the mortal enemy of his own fiancé, was dead.
Clay gazed at Jax for a moment, his face expressionless, before he nodded in his direction. "Jax . . . what's wrong?" Jax shook his head, his eyes focused on an indiscernible spot on the wall over Tig's shoulder.
"Its nothing . . . just . . . Kurt Darby's back in town from rehab." Clay shrugged.
"So? If he's back from rehab, then he's probably off of whatever drug cocktail he was on, and will probably have the strength and cajones of a piss ant!"
Jax shook his head again. "Normally, I wouldn't be stressin' it, because me and Kurt have always kinda got along. Now, though . . . I'm not so sure this time, that's all . . ." He trailed off, and Chibs took over.
"Its gonna be different this time, Clay. Earlier, Velvet had been goin' out with Kurt whenever him and Jax would see each other. Now . . . now Velvet's with Jax and not only that, but she has his kid and is engaged to him! Knowin' Kurt, this ain't gonna be good. The little shite will probably start somethin' just because Velvet's not with him and he can." Clay nodded, meeting Jax's worried gaze evenly.
"What do you wanna do?" Jax shook his head for a third time.
"Nothin', for now. I ain't gonna do nothin' until he gives me a reason to do nothin'!" Jax gingerly rubbed the back of his neck then. Opie noticed and furrowed his eyebrows together as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"You say you ain't worried, Jax, but you are. What are you worried about?"
Jax shrugged his shoulders in exasperation. "That's just the thing! I don't know! Normally, I can read Kurt like a fuckin' open book, but now that he's back . . ." He shook his head as he gazed at each of the guys sitting around the table in turn. "He's changed. There's something about this guy that's changed, and quite frankly, I don't fuckin' like it. I don't like the way he talks about Velvet and this Analise chick and I certainly don't like the looks he gives her whenever they are around each other –"
"Wait . . . did you just say Analise?" Chibs interrupted him, holding out his hand to stop him. Jax nodded, gazing at his friend in slight surprise.
"Yeah . . . you know her?" Chibs glanced around him at the guys and shifted nervously. He sighed heavily.
"A few months before you guys found her at FunTown, I got a phone call from Katerina. She was inconsolable, I could barely understand what she was saying. The only thing I could make out was Velvet's name, and 'miscarriage'. I didn't think nothin' of it; one of Velvet's friends must have had a miscarriage and she was worried about her, which in turn, would probably have Katerina worried for Velvet," Chibs shook his head. "It was nothin' like that, though. I figured out later that Velvet had been pregnant with Kurt's daughter. A couple of months before the FunTown incident, Velvet had, had miscarried Kurt's daughter, which they would have named Analise. Kurt was very bitter from what I understand, and I wouldn't be surprised if Kurt doesn't have revenge on his mind."
Jax was gazing at Chibs like he had two heads. "What . . . I never knew this . . . why did she never tell me?" Chibs shrugged.
"Maybe . . . maybe Velvet didn't want to tell you, Jax. Maybe she just wanted to forget about the whole thing." Jax shook his head as he looked away, everyone's eyes trained on him intently.
"Fuck. Now I've got a really bad feeling that something bad will happen . . . and that Kurt will have something to do with it.
"I'm not kidding Abel! Where are they?"
Abel shrugged as Velvet pushed things aside in the kitchen, trying in vain to find her car keys. "I don't know, mommy. I thought . . . I thought I put them in here . . ." Velvet sighed and put her hand to her head, where she closed her eyes and silently willed away the headache that was threatening to explode from her head. Abel bit down on his bottom lip.
"Mommy, are you mad?" He asked her questioningly, his voice trembling with unshed tears, and Velvet smiled a small smile and shook her head as she bent down and hugged him.
"No, of course I'm not mad at you, Abel! Its just . . . I wish you would have told me that you had taken my car keys for whatever reason, and that you remembered where you put them! I'll just . . . I'll call daddy and tell him to call –"
A persistent knocking on the side kitchen door interrupted Velvet, and she gazed at the door, her eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion. "Now . . . who in the Devil could that be . . .?" She quietly asked herself before she turned back to Abel. She smiled a comforting smile as she kissed him on the forehead. "You wait right here, and I'll be back, I swear! I just have to answer the door, and then we'll . . . I'll call daddy, okay?" Abel nodded and moved to climb onto the barstool in the kitchen, where he grabbed a toy truck and started playing with it. Velvet, meanwhile, moved to go answer the door.
She opened the door and immediately, a cold sweat broke out on her skin when she saw who was there.
Kurt.
Her head rose coldly, defiantly, and she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Kurt, what are you doing here?" Kurt shrugged, his hands moving to bury themselves in his front jeans pockets.
"I was just in the neighborhood and decided to stop in on an old friend . . . talk about some things . . ." He held her gaze the entire time, the coldness in their blue depths making a shiver of fear go down her spine. If something happened . . . there was no escape . . . they were trapped, with no where to go and no one to help them.
"Get out of here, Kurt! Now!" Velvet hissed through gritted teeth at the tall blonde Nord standing in front of her, blocking the doorway and her escape. She glared at him with those cold blue eyes, and Kurt grinned. She was still the same fiery Russian/Irish girl that he had fallen in love with when they were kids.
The grin slowly dissolved from his face, however, and her holier-than-thou facade seem to falter. She glanced back at Abel, who had long since stopped playing with his toy truck, and was now sitting there at the kitchen counter with a stricken look on his small face.
"Abel . . . go join Reid in the nursery and stay there until I call for you, okay baby?" Abel nodded, picked up his stuffed puppy from the nearby couch, and moved into the nursery to go join his little brother. Velvet turned her eyes back onto Kurt, where they flashed angrily in the light.
"You heard me the first time, Kurt. Get out of here" She repeated again, more firmly, but he let out a snarl and shook his head.
"Not until I'm paid in fuckin' full, Velvet!" He snarled as he planted a large hand over the door, keeping her from slamming in his face. He then grinned and sauntered into the house, closing the door behind him with his foot. "You still owe me a fuck."
Velvet's first and foremost fear had been for Abel and Reid, but Kurt Darby had not come for the children, he had come for her. It only took a moment for him to get ahold of her, for he was a man, and although she could beat the shit out of Juice, Happy, Jax and Opie when they were kids, they had no conscious desire to really hurt her. Fingers dug into her flesh as he forced her to the cold white linoleum of the kitchen, and with a wicked looking switchblade he had took out of his back pocket, he tore the clothes from her body.
Velvet had hoped and prayed that Jax would casually walk into the room on his way back from the clubhouse, and stop him before he carried out his dark deed. She even prayed for Tig or Bobby or one of the other guys to come check in on her at that time, like they did every day since they found her at FunTown.
But he – or they – never came.
Velvet struggled to free herself, but Kurt held her down and didn't even try to silence her. Her screams would be heard by no one except her children and Kurt . . . she just thanked God that they couldn't see what was happening to her. She prayed to God that Abel would stay in the nursery.
No one could hear her . . . no one could save her.
She felt cold hands snake their way over her body and tears fell from her eyes as the man she used to love with all her heart before she returned to Jax, forced himself upon her. Pain tore through her body as he thrust over and over again, each movement harder and rougher than the last, bruising her pelvis, causing sobs to rise up in her throat, but she forced them back down. There was no love anymore, no heart-filled lovemaking between Velvet Telford and Kurt Darby anymore.
"If you tell him I was the one who did this . . . I'll get dad to kill him . . . its as simple as that. Dad has no love for Jax, you know that." Kurt promised her in a low threatening voice, and she knew immediately that he spoke the truth. The only person in SAMCRO that Earnest Darby held any kind of love for, was Gemma, and even now, it was more like respect.
But despite everything, despite every thought that was going through her mind, she had never known it could be like this.
He forced himself deeper into her, causing a strangled cry to rise up in her throat. Do not scream . . . She told herself firmly. Do not give him the satisfaction of knowing that you are in pain. That's all that he wants, Velvet . . . to put you in as much pain as he is in now . . .
But she did moan quietly in fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. When would the pain end? When would she see Jax again? When would he hold her in his arms?
Mommy! Mommy!
The words appeared far distantly out of her head, so far, she didn't even know where they were coming from. All she felt was the distant pain of being raped, and the harshness of Kurt's breath aganist her neck.
Pain . . .
Pain.
Pain.
"Daddy? Mommy?" The small boy started to cry, and it was then that Velvet realized that, that the voice was coming from Abel. She let out another strangled cry and weakly tried to push Kurt off of her, but she was too weak . . . too damn weak . . .
She turned her head in shame.
Abel called for her again from in the nursery, tears starting to roll down his still pudgy cheeks. Where was his mommy? Why didn't she answer him? She always answered him, always. What was he doing to her?
His eyes flitted to the baby blue colored inhaler on top of the dresser. What if he had another attack? He couldn't reach his inhaler . . . what would happen then?
Blood ran down Velvet's thighs. Sweat covered her forehead and back. She was beyond pain now. She could scream no more, and even if she could, her throat was so sore, she didn't think she could, even if she wanted to. Tears were not enough. She remained quiet, and she turned her head away. Kurt pulled it roughly back.
Kurt pulled her head roughly back and she saw a look almost beyond anger.
She saw the look of pain.
"Look at me, Velvet! Look at me when I fuck you!"
He can take my body . . . but he cannot take my mind. She thought desperately. She let herself remember, let her memories carry her away from that place of blood and pain. Jax's arms around her in the night when they lay in bed after making love. His mouth kissing her, his fingers running through her hair. Holding Reid in her arms after his birth and Abel's first asthma attack, how she had been so scared, so frightened as they drove him to the ER, clutching him to her chest. Jax's love for her would last for an eternity. His words after Reid's birth had scared her:
"You must be brave, Velvet! If Kurt tries anything, you have to be strong!"
"But Jax . . . you know nothing of fear!"
"Yes, I do. I fear for you, and for Abel and Reid. I fear for you everyday that I leave you alone at home. I fear for what my life in SAMCRO could do to you. How it could potentially harm you and our children!"
And his love when their son had been born. The way he had cradled the baby in his arms so gently. The way he had kissed him after she fed him and how Reid had slept, contented in both their arms every night before they tucked him into bed.
Finally it was over, and Kurt stood, leaving her laying there as he zipped and buttoned up his pants. He took out his wallet and said something that Velvet could not understand as he threw a couple of hundreds down onto the floor beside her. He left then, smirking, closing the door behind him.
The voices, the voices of her children came floating back in her mind again.
Their sons.
Abel was crying now, but she couldn't move to help him. All she could do was smile sadly. "It'll be over soon baby . . ." She murmured, her world closing in, the blackness closing in. She knew she was about to pass out, and she welcomed the darkness gladly.
"M-m-mommy! Mommy! I-I'm scared!"
Wheezing.
"I love you . . ."
"W-w-where's daddy?"
More wheezing came from the nursery, and Velvet's eyes shot open and she gazed at the open door to the nursery in abject horror. Abel . . . he was having another asthma attack! His inhaler was on the dresser out of reach. Oh God, Abel!
With a strength that seemed to rise up from within her very being, that seemed to draw its strength from the maternal instincts inside her, she pulled herself to her feet using the countertop above her. She pushed herself dazedly into the nursery using the walls for support, unconscious of the blood and semen trailing down between her legs. She was unconscious of the feeling because she needed to get to the children . . . she needed to.
Velvet quickly grabbed his inhaler off of the dresser before she collapsed back to the floor. Abel was wheezing even more frantically now, his eyes widening in horror and fear. Reid was laying on the floor beside him, crying madly, and Velvet dragged herself over to Abel, where she handed him his inhaler. He inhaled on it a couple of times and Velvet smiled soothingly.
"Its okay . . . mommy's gonna be okay, baby . . ." Velvet assured him, running a hand down his downy blonde curls that was so much like his father's, and Abel shook his head.
"No mommy, your not going to be alright! Where's daddy! Is the bad man gone?" Velvet smiled a watery smile and nodded, forcing back another sob.
"Shh, my heart, he's gone, I swear . . . I made him go away, I promise . . ." She paused long enough for her to plant a shaky kiss on Abel's forehead and utter a few more quick words before she collapsed beside him and the crying, struggling Reid, "Daddy's at the shop . . . with granny Gemma and grampa Clay and uncle Opie . . . we'll see him soon . . ."
Velvet could not move, could not answer to the cries and fearful words of her children. She could only fold her knees into her chest and lay there cold, naked and bleeding on the floor of the nursery, sobbing before everything went black. She knew she had finally passed out then, her children's frightened cries still echoing in her ears.