A/N: Ok everyone, I know that I've not updated the others but I've been focusing on getting this chapter out before I go back to the light and fluffy. I want to dedicate this chapter to my reviewers, JuseaPeterson especially for giving me the boost I needed to get through this chapter.
WARNINGS: This Chapter contains severe brutality and rape! If you are at all uncomfortable with this please do not read this chapter. Although it is key to understanding exactly why her behavior is so radical in the following chapters, it is not vital to read it in detail. A summery will be provided at the end of the author's note below for those who cannot read the story.
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Cheyenne's whimpers had slowly turned into soft keening moans as Paul dragged her closer to the house. Her hair, which had not been cut in the eleven years that she had moved in with him, was twisted around the stocky man's fist as he used it at a guiding rope, dragging her along with the strands.
She sobbed once as she was thrown into the house, her legs collapsing from their atrophied state and her cuts on her back reopening from the movement, blood seeping from them into the carpet.
There was an outraged shout from further into the dimly lit living room, one that had her rolling to her knees as fast as she could, her head coming tight to her chest and her arms coming up to ward off blows. They didn't help.
A tall dark haired man was charging towards her, his arm raised with a beer bottle grasped firmly in hand. "You little bitch! You stained my carpet!" He roared as he brought the glass bottle down on her arms, cracking it and cutting her sharply on the next swing.
She flinched back from his strikes, her body shaking in fear as she sobbed harder, trying in vain to stop. "Please Daddy, please! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to! I'll clean it up I promise!" She begged, screaming abruptly as he kicked her in the side, the crack of her rib breaking sounding firmly throughout the room.
"Shut up you little fucking cunt!" he snapped, his eyes blazing with hatred as he kicked her again, "Shut up before I really give you something to cry about!" He smirked at her as she abruptly bit down on her arm, muffling any sound she was making as she continued to shake, tears making tracks down her grimy face. "Paul," he called quietly, the first man appearing from the kitchen, a beer in hand. "No restrictions tonight," he ordered, laughing brightly at the terrified whimper from the girl at his feet, "Have fun."
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Pain. Her eyes flashed in fear, the whites too prominent as she strained against the restraints, tried to bite through the thick leather strap in her mouth. Screaming. Barely getting the sound around the intrusion she arched away as another blow came to smack across her face. Dazed. She tried to find him, tried to move, to arch away, to close her legs.
She was helpless.
Paul laughed, the sound seemingly coming from every side as she flinched, tears streaming down her face, her eyes burning from their rapid production.
She felt hands all over her body, she sobbed, trying to fall away from herself, but each time she came close to drifting, each time she grew less responsive she was slapped, beaten, covered in cold water... anything to keep her aware of the hell she lived in each night.
He was suddenly there, on top of her, his stinking breath filling her senses as she retched around the belt, her eyes going wide again as he forced his mouth against her, his laughter shocking her as he pulled back. He bounced on her stomach, causing another scream as her broken rib was further dislocated from its original position.
Laughing he stroked his cock, smirking at her as he forced it to run across her face, her breasts. She snarled, her eyes becoming crazed as he shifted lower and touched her.
"NO!" She screamed, her voice managing to produce enough force to get the word out in recognizable form.
Snickering at her reaction he shook his head at her, his fist balling as he brought it in a sharp backhand across her cheek. "Silly little bitch," he cooed at her as he pumped himself again, his body shuddering as he handled himself, excited beyond means at her struggles. "You still don't get it do you? You'll never get out of here." He laughed.
She sobbed struggling, trying to buck him off of her, her body protesting greatly at every flex, every movement.
He laughed and took a knife from the bedside table; he watched her eyes, laughing in delight as they warily kept track of the glinting blade. "Aww, is the baby bitch scared?" He asked, cooking at her in delight as she whimpered and shifted. He waited for a few moments, watching her chest heave with excitement before giggling and moving his hips, shoving himself deep within her battered body. He rode her, his face twisting into a grimace as he reached further his fist gripping the knife as he used the other hand on her stomach to steady himself. He moaned, his pleasure reaching new heights as his vision flashed white, and as she cried out in fear and anger, the knife was plunged deep into her shoulder.
Pain surrounded her, enveloped her, the cleansing fire of it burning throughout the battered body encasing her soul as she vaguely heard an inhuman noise erupting in the room. Moments later at another fierce punch to the jaw she realized the noise was from her, throat aching from the strain of the howl. Her eyes rolled back into her head as another blow, this time from a nearby bat struck at the shoulder recently stabbed.
"You stupid cunt! What have I told you about screaming?" Michael yelled, the bat coming back down along with his fist as he began beating her, soon joined by Paul and two other friends. His eyes were burning with rage and a spark of insanity as he began to smile, giggling as he beat her, his face twisted in a snarl.
Cheyenne sobbed her tears beginning anew as she waited for the beating to stop; but the end never came. She was shocked as she saw a gun in Michael's hands, his face broken into a wide grin as he cocked it and pointed it to her hand, "I need to teach you a lesson!" He yelled out, his eyes twinkling. The gun discharged causing a pain worse than the knife in her shoulder. With a gentle sigh, she floated back into the dirty mattress, and let darkness take her.
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The shot heard round the world it wasn't, but the sudden stillness in the bitch, and the boys' reactions around him made Michael suddenly uneasy. Growling as he nudged her, the bullet wound in her arm bleeding onto the bed in a fascinating way, he was surprised to get no response.
Giggling in nervous amusement he snapped his fingers impatiently, trying avidly to avoid the men staring at him in shock, he began to secretly worry that he'd gone a little too far with his pet.
After a few more seconds of trying to wake her up, down to outright shaking he sat back with slacked features as he stared at the corpse on the bed. "Get rid of it, dump the body about ten miles away, over closer to the slums," he ordered quietly as he got up, shrugging as he tossed the gun in the bedside table and getting off the bed with apparent ease. "I'll look into getting us another toy later."
He studiously ignored the three men as they carried the emaciated body out of the house, showing less remorse than most people did about finding and killing a small bug. He turned the television on, settling in to watch a wrestling show as he took a sip from his beer. He paused in the sip of the beverage as he heard the quiet noises of the engine turning and the van lumbering out of the driveway and down the road. Sighing in contentedness he reclined the chair and decided he'd start looking for a replacement Monday.
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Eric sighed in annoyance at Wes, who lay contentedly snoring, burrowed deep in his bed. "Collins!" He snapped, smirking as Wes jumped in the air and spun around, his eyes blearily catching a fully dressed Eric standing over him.
"Shit, I forgot to set my alarm didn't I?" He asked roughly as he forced the covers aside and stumbled past the smirking man towards his closet, a large yawn escaping noisily as he forced a ribbed t-shirt over his head. "We're running then coming home to shower right?" He verified as he shoved his legs quickly into a pair of sweats as Eric sat and tapped his foot impatiently on the bed.
"Yes Wes, like we do every morning," Eric sighed as he stood again and rolled his eyes at the beaten looking trainers his fellow commander shoved his feet into. "If you don't hurry we'll be late," he added impatiently as he stormed out of Wes' bedroom and towards the front door, smirking anew at the sound of a crash and an exclamation of pain from the Blonde.
Wes followed him, rubbing his shoulder ruefully, "Well even if we are, what are they going to do? Write us up for tardiness?" He teased as he grabbed his water bottle and took a swig before meeting Eric at the door.
They quickly exited the house, making their way down the barely familiar drive as they began jogging east, silent as usual.
The neighborhood was quiet, peaceful at six. The sun peaking out over the low roofs and warming the streets made Wes smile pleasantly as he took another sip of his water, keeping pace with Eric as they made their way past a large field that bordered the newly developed neighborhood.
In the old house, they had run four miles each morning, jogging the perimeter of the lake in the park a few blocks from Eric's house. But now they had mapped out a new route along the meadow like expanse to the middle school and back, roughly adding another eighth of a mile to their run.
Letting his eyes wander along the scenic surroundings, he waved at a little girl getting walked to the car by her mother, smiling brightly as she waved back. Glancing over at Eric, Wes smirked and bumped his shoulder gently getting a snort of irritation from the other man as he bumped back, speeding up his pace causing Wes to laugh and catch up.
He took another swig of his water, enjoying the cool crisp taste it left in his mouth before something caught his eye. He slowed his jog, ignoring Eric's huff as he began moving off of the sidewalk and into the grass ditch near them.
"Wes! Will you get out of the field before someone comes and tries to shoot you for trespassing or something?" Eric called irritably, his eyes scanning the meadow for whatever had caught Wes' attention.
"Eric, call 911," Wes replied, his body twitching as he quickly knelt and reached forward.
"Wes?" Eric asked, his hands automatically fishing out the cell phone he carried for work. "What is it?" He asked as he dialed the number, speaking briefly with the operator as he made his way and stared in horror at the body lying on the ground.
Wes looked up, his face strained but hopeful, "She's alive! Tell them to hurry!"
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The paramedics had arrived within five minutes, quickly acting to brace the girl and get her on a gurney rushing her to Silver Hills Memorial. Wes had traveled with her, happy to answer the questions of how and when they had found her and whether he was familiar with the girl. Eric had gone home to change, call them both out for at least the morning, and gather an outfit for Wes to change into once he got the clothes to him.
He arrived a short while later, finding Wes easily as he was filling out paperwork for the police and pacing the floor. "How is she?" Eric asked, handing the bag of garments to Wes.
Wes sighed, taking the bag and running a hand through his hair. "Well, obviously as we found her in a field, we don't know who she is or what happened to her until she wakes up and can answer some questions. Until she does, the doctors don't know who to contact for consent as she is obviously a minor. They have no records of her in this hospital, they're calling around but they can't find her in the system. If she can't tell us who she is when she wakes up we'll never know. Until then though, she could be allergic to anything, and the doctors are cautious about what treatments to give her, though they are hopeful that with a lot of TLC and some serious meds and surgeries she'll be ok."
Eric winced and shook his head in sympathy. "Poor Kid, is there anything we can do?"
Wes nodded carefully, trying to choose his words, "Well, we can sign up to be temporary guardians for her care until her relatives are found. At the very least it lets the doctor's have some breathing room in their treatments of her and we can check up on her well being easier."
Eric sighed, pinning his counterpart with a stern look, "We'll be paying for it too won't we?" He asked his posture and voice weary with resignation.
Wes grinned, seeing the conceded affirmation Eric had given, "Naw, I'll pay for it all, you just need to be there to make the tough decisions," he teased as he motioned a hospital official over and signed some paperwork.
Eric groaned and followed him, his face set in a blank look as they were taken in the back to discuss the girl's condition. The doctor's had named her Jane as in the original Jane Doe and were sticking to it as they explained her extensive injuries.
"Well Jane, welcome to the party." He thought wryly to himself as he forced himself to focus on the doctor's diagnosis, "Welcome to the party."
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A/N: Well, that was fun. Sorry it's so short in comparison to the other chapters but it was a lot more emotional to write and it marks the turning point in her life
Ok so it was actually really, really hard but the brutality is over *for the most part* and the healing shall commence soon. I realize the brothers Bradley didn't make it in this chapter, sorry! I was making sure to set her up for waking up. The next chapter is set a few weeks from now, and will be focusing on Cheyenne waking in the hospital and her first meeting with Wes and Eric. I might flash to everyone in Blue Bay Harbor for a brief moment in the next chapter but if you don't see them for a couple of em, don't stress.
SUMMERY OF CHAPTER FOR THOSE WHO SKIPPED: Cheyenne was raped by a friend of her cousin's and subsequently beaten for screaming at being stabbed. She was shot in the hand by Michael and fell into a deep unconsciousness. She was presumed dead, and her body was dumped a few miles away. Eric and Wes went on their daily jog the next morning, and Wes caught sight of her hair in the field. They called emergency services and she was admitted to the hospital and Eric and Wes became her guardians until her family is located.