Author's Note: Kihlala Sisters, TheXRatedReader, Miss. Kookies, Born2BeMe and MyDeepDesire thank you all for the amazing reviews. I may had writer's block before but seeing your reviews keep me posting. But on another note, I see a lot of you likes Sherise, and that you want to know what happened. Well, you have to wait anymore. Now here's chapter eight, enjoy.

Sherise opened her brown eyes with a painful moan. Her body hurt all over but the pain doesn't compare to the extreme pain coming from her lower area. It was dark, she couldn't even see her hands until someone cut the bright yellow light on causing her to snap her eyes shut as it all came back to her.

She was driving around in the Phoenix that she got hooked up. She had planned on seeing the sights of Stillwater for herself, she seen it in the games but now she has the levage to do it without being behind the controller. Besides there wasn't any missions available for her, Damien was with Troy, getting a truck from Los Carnales as Johnny was probably somewhere fucking Aisha. Maybe she should fuck Damien to keep from being hurt anymore than she is now. As she stopped at one of the many too long red lights she thought about changing her wardrobe when someone drove into the back of her car causing her to slam her head against the steering wheel. Before she could stop her head from ringing she was pulled out of the damaged car and was knocked out. When she came through a pretty creamy skinned caucasian around nineteen with long wavy brown hair was cleaning her up before dressing her in a goldish bar and g - string along with goldish heels.

"I'm sorry..." she says as she fixed her hair, where it was curly and over one shoulder.

Alyssa Reed was the young prostitute's name. They talked and bounded, she told her how her father used to run with the Saints. He used to lead the gang along side Julius, but was killed during a shoot out with the police, she was six years old when that happened. Sherise didn't know what to say but knew that was a setup. She told Alyssa about Johnny and Damien, and that they can help. That night she was taken to a large condo, that belonged to Tony Green. He was the first to break her in to their little plan, thank God she wasn't a virgin. Next was Warren, for his small size he was rough and nasty.

"Take it bitch," he sneered as he pounded into her hurting pussy.

That was everyday, fuck after fuck. No break, got beat if she didn't do something right.

The last time one of the Vice Kings touched her, which was last night. They fucked her until she fainted. A slap to her face caused Sherise to forcefully look into the nearly black eyes of a brute Vice King. He grabbed her head and forced her on his already exposed dick. She tried not to use her teeth but bit the flesh anyway.

"Fucking bitch!" the Vice King slapped the seventeen year old before grabbing her hands before thrusting his rather than large member into the girl's cunt.

"Ahhh!" Sherise screamed as the Vice King picked up his pace. She didn't fight the tears that fell from her eyes down her sore face.

-In the next room-

Johnny was tied up in a wooden chair with thick rope that he tried repeatedly to break himself out of. He'd stopped when Big Tony entered the room. He held the same shotgun that he used to critically injure Johnny's leg. Big Tony pulled up a chair to sit in front of Johnny.

"I don't know whether to believe you or not."

Johnny's eyebrows centered. Even though he'd been held captured by Tony this whole time his hair was still gelled up, but he had a few cuts and bruises on his face that only made him appear more tough. "Shut the fuck up," He said knowing Green wouldn't hurt him. King wanted Johnny alive so it could be a statement to Julius that the Vice Kings had one of Third Street's trigger happy lieutenants.

"Maybe Tanya is fuckin' with Warren and if I really find out the truth I have some heavy shit in the back that I'm gonna use on the Saints, Rollerz, and Warren if he'd mess with my girl."

And with that, Green stormed into another room in his condo. In the room next to where Johnny was tied up, he could hear Sherise screaming. God, he can't wait to get loose and bring hell down on this fuckers. The door to his capture room open where Sherise was thrown in by three Vice Kings. Her hair was disheveled, her lipstick was smeared all over her face, and she wore only a torn g - string. She kneeled on the floor. Tears fell from her eyes, but she didn't make a noise. Slowly the Vice Kings began to leave the condo, but one approached her and kissed her on her lips. "Next time, no teeth baby." He said as he followed his peers.

Sherise turned towards Johnny. She leaned over on his legs and placed her face over his thigh so it would muffle her scream.

"Instead of screaming, how about you untie me." Johnny said in a low tone so Big Tony wouldn't hear.

Sherise sniffed up some tears and went behind the chair to see the rope. It looked like it could win the biggest badge from the Boy Scouts. Sherise's trembling hands couldn't keep a firm grip on the rope long enough to try and untie it. That was the same reason why the Vice Kings would beat her and batter her face in. She was scared, nervous. Every time another man walked into the room they locked her in she felt like she was being raped over and over again. That was her punishment. That was her hell. She felt used and no one would want to touch her.

"Johnny," She gave up on the rope. "Johnny I can't do it."

"Yes you can. Go find a knife in the kitchen."

Sherise stood up. She could barely walk inside the six inch gold heels that she was ordered to wear at all times. Her ankles were killing her. Sometimes the Vice Kings would joke and ask why her ankles hurt when she was on her knees all day. She never laughed.

In the kitchen she found two knives: a switchblade and a large butcher knife. Johnny told her to grab the bigger one of the two. She was on her way back to Johnny when gun shots rang out.

A Vice King yelled out that, "the Saints are here!"

Sherise tried not to let her weak ankles get to her as she ran back to Johnny. She began cutting down the rope, but it felt like the more she cut, the tougher the rope became. Then a Vice King, she remembers as Jamie. He over saw her rapes while Tanya was away. He ran inside and saw her. He grabbed her by her uncombed hair and pulled her into a tight hostage position. Then his blood splattered all over Sherise's face and body when Damien shot him with a perfect headshot. She fell to the ground next to the body.

Big Tony rushed out to see the commotion. He held his shogun tight and rang out one shot, hitting one of the legs of the chair Johnny was tied on. Johnny weight on the three-legged chair caused him to tip over. "Don't worry about me! Take that fucker out!" He yelled.

That's exactly what he did. It was a one-on-one death match that Damien won in the end. Big Tony's lifeless body was sprawled across the floor. Blood spewed from his mouth and his chest from the wounds that Damien imprinted onto his body. Sherise was on the floor with her hands over her bloodied face. Johnny noticed her backside was scared and bruised.

"Hey not to be pushy or nothin', but how about you get me out of this fucking chair!?" Johnny yelled.

Damien came to his need and untied him easily. Johnny lifted himself from the ground and rubbed at his wrists. "It's about fuckin' time you got here. Where's Green?" He asked.

Damien looked over to Green's lifeless body. Johnny snatched his gun and shot out and entire clip at Tony's head and chest. "That's much better. Now Green's been braggin' about the heavy shit he has in the back. You get started on getting that back to the crib. I'll call some boys and have them help you out."

Damien frowned before stepping back. "No. I mainly came here to get Sherise. She's hurt and the way I see it, you're hurt as well."

Johnny took a deep breath before lifting a fist, "You want me to beat your ass again. I'm over you, so you do the fuck I say."

Sherise watched with wide eyes as Damien look at her before heading off to most likely the other Saints. Johnny walked over to her. He kneeled down and began to slip off each of her heels off of her feet. He even took off his button up shirt and let her wear it. For the first time she got to see his muscular arms that his Freckle Bitch's eating didn't seem to ruin yet. Gat helped Sherise up from the floor. In the kitchen were paper towels. She doused some water on it and used them to wash the Vice King's blood off of her face.

Johnny wanted to make a comment that she wasn't good at sex, but he kept that to himself. From how she's coping with what happened to her in the condo she's been through that trauma alone, which is ten times worse. Johnny wrapped his arm around her shoulder and began to walk her out of the condo with him.

"You want some Freckle Bitch's?" He asked. "I could go for some chicken bazooms." Sherise rested her head on Johnny's chest as they walked together. Johnny didn't bother stealing a car for them to drive inside. He knew Lola needed the fresh air. "Your friend Alyssa is with the Saints. She helped the Saints find you." Sherise didn't say anything. "You know, when your big mouth doesn't say anything its almost as scary as the bitch in The Exorcism."

"What do I say?"

"I don't know, how about, "Hey Johnny how's your leg?" or "Is Troy still a pussy?" or "Why the fuck does Aisha always talk about bullshit romance stuff?""

"Are you venting?" Sherise asked with heavy lidded eyes.

"Hell yeah I am! So after we left Freckle Bitch's a few days ago, Aisha starts giving me shit about how I don't do anything nice for her. Can you believe that? I picked up the check at the firing range. So I'm like, "the hell you talkin' about," then she goes on and on about dinner this, flowers that. It's fuckin' bullshit. Then I tell her its bullshit and she the next day she tells me she can't handle being with me anymore." Johnny said.

Sherise scratched at the top of her head. "She never seemed like your type."

"Huh?"

"You and her were kind of like Iron Man dating Loki. It just doesn't work out, but you didn't try Johnny."

"I didn't try. Look, I went shopping with her and spent five hundred dollars on her."

"That's nice..." Sherise said mostly to herself but Johnny heard her.

"You're no help, you know that."

Soon enough they were at Freckle Bitch's. Johnny went inside and ordered chicken bazooms, the twins, the fist, and two big swallows. Outside they sat at a table under the sun. Sherise stuffed her face with some chicken bazooms. Johnny laughed at her and said how he needed a girl who ate Freckle Bitch's like that.

"Stop fuckin' staring." Sherise said as she washed down the meat with her drink. "I haven't eaten anything for a week."

"You ate dick. I could tell because you used your teeth."

Sherise glared before she grabbed a chicken bazooms and threw the nugget at Johnny's face. The ends of his mouth curled up to form a smirk that she couldn't help but make her smile back at him. "You're a mean person." She said.

"Whatever. But I'm goin' take you to my house. You need a shower."

"I'll just go back to Damien's place. It's fine." Sherise said.

Something seem to snap in Johnny's head. "I'm not letting you go back there. You'll stay with me until you find something."

Sherise cocked her head sideways. "What's with you? And did you have to go all alpha on Damien?"

"He needs to know his place."

This time Johnny did steal the car for the two of them. He drove them all the way to his apartment. It was a one bedroom, but it was nice. He had a spacious kitchen with no food or cooking tools inside since he ate fast food everyday. He had a flat TV still in the box. He told Sherise he gets more enjoyment from murdering, but at times he'll watch some reruns of Lost and Hawaii Five O. He claims to sound a bit like Daniel Dae Kim, and Sherise couldn't agree more. After all she knows in her universe it's true.

The only bathroom was in Johnny's bedroom. She walked inside and stripped herself from his purple button up and the g - string. Her feet were stained with dirt from the dirty grounds of Stilwater. The warm water blasted through the showerhead like rain. Once it was a nice temperature Sherise stepped inside and let the water wash away all of the blood and dirt from her body while the steam cleared her mind. Her wet hair was drenched in water. In the shower she saw a rubber band. It must've been Aisha's. She grabbed it and used it to throw her hair into a large wet ponytail.

"Yo, you seen my hair gel when you came in here," She nearly slipped in the shower when she heard Johnny's voice.

Sherise opened one of the shower doors slightly. "No, why are you in-"

"I've seen your tits and ass, remember? Nothing special really."

Sherise rolled her eyes. "It's on the sink."

"Oh, thanks."

"Yeah," She closed the shower door, but Johnny opened it back up again. "Johnny! I need to shower."

"Shut the hell up and listen."

"What?"

"Listen," Gat said. "I want to protect you and you make that real fucking hard."

"Is that your way of saying I like you." Sherise raised an eyebrow, she had a small flame of hope burning in her stomach.

"No, I'm just saying that you get yourself into a lot of crazy shit and someone always has to fix it for you and I-"

Sherise took the chance and pressed her lips onto Gat's. He tensed up causing a crease on his forehead from his centered eyebrow and ripped himself off of her. "I used your mouthwash."

Johnny looked over and saw the cap to his mouthwash unscrewed and left on the sink. "You didn't even close it."

"Whatever,"

Sherise kissed Gat once more, but this time he didn't tense up again. He joined in with his tongue. Sherise wrapped her fingers around Johnny's gold chain and lifted it off of his neck to put it around hers. Johnny stepped inside the shower with her. She was surprised that he was dealing with his leg effortlessly. It was as though he was never shot, but when he was soaked by the water of the shower blood washed from his leg. Sherise rolled Johnny's drenched white shirt off of his chest. She didn't bother taking off his black pants. They kissed under the water. The shower fell on their faces and lips. Johnny wrapped his arms around her thighs and lifted her up onto him with her back to the wall. With every chance to take it further, neither one of them did. They kissed, but nothing more. No words exchanged until Johnny joked and said,

"I think my water bills gonna be high,"

Sherise laughed out loud and turned off the shower. They each stepped out of the shower. Sherise grabbed a purple towel and Johnny squeezed on his pants causing water to fall on the tiled floor. Sherise walked outside into his bedroom. Johnny walked in behind her. He undressed from his pants and boxers. Sherise squinted her eyes and joked, "I thought you were eight inches."

"Shut the hell up," Johnny smiled.

Sherise really didn't look at him. She was too busy tracing his Polynesian tattoo with her eyes, but when he turned around after putting on some briefs she did notice his leg. It was something that stepped out of a scary movie. She put a hand over her mouth while she stared at his wound inflicted by Big Tony. "Johnny we need to go to a hospital."

"I'm fine."

"You'll get infected." She said.

"Are you a doctor?"

"No, but I know what I'm talking about."

Johnny rummaged through his drawers to find a large t-shirt and a pair of shorts. "You mind going braless?"

"No," Sherise said as she grabbed the clothes. "Can I wear some briefs though?"

-SR-

Johnny told Sherise to leave the hospital, but she decided to stay regardless. He wanted to protect her right? Sherise flipped through channels on the hospital TV while Johnny was still asleep from the anesthesia, but there was nothing on so she played Uno on her Samsung Galaxy that came with her while she waited for Johnny to wake up again. When she lost a game when she only had two cards left, she exclaimed, "God damn muthafucker!"

"Sherise," Johnny slowly turned his head over to see her. she threw her phone on the uncomfortable hospital couch and went to Johnny's side. She stroked the side of his bruised up face. "Shut the fuck up," He said in a whisper.

"The doctor said that the brace is going to be ready for you in fifteen minutes."

"How long was I sleep?" Gat tried to sit upright, but Sherise motioned for him to stay down so she could push the button that could adjust the bed for him.

"...about two hours."

"You stayed?"

"Well I left to Freckle Bitch's and picked you up a big swallow, but you were still sleep so I drank it."

"Fat ass,"

Sherise kissed the nape of Johnny's neck. "Whatever."

"Are you still a Saint?"

The question came as a surprise. Sherise didn't think about leaving the Saints. She rubbed Gat's hair up, but it fell down in thin curls without his hair gel. "What do you mean?"

"I thought that you might not want to be bothered with the gang after what happened."

Sherise thought about that, she could never leave Johnny or Damien. Not even if the portal came to take her home. "I'm happy here with you and Damien."

Johnny scowled at her answer, even though he was in it. "You know you need some new clothes?"

Sherise rolled her eyes. "Johnny, you're such a asshole."