“Happy Birthday,
Payton. Did you miss me?”
Fear runs through every
inch of my body making me freeze in place. I don’t think I can
stomach to turn around to face him.
“Payton,” I hear
Evan call out to me, bringing me out of my temporary freeze. There’s
no fucking way that he’s here, it must be my imagination. I quickly
turn around, and there he is, standing with his fucking arm around my
sister’s waist. He looks exactly like he did back in high school,
only a little older.
Please, no. Please,
God, no.
“Payton, I want you
to meet my boyfriend,” Evan says sweetly. Then I lose it.
“Get the fuck away
from her, you sick fucking prick,” I yell, lunging and knocking him
down to the ground where I start hitting and screaming at him.
“Stop it, Payton.
What’re you doing?” Evan shrieks.
Strong arms come around
me, pulling me away from the bastard. I watch as Jack yanks him up
off the floor, pinning him against the wall.
“Calm down, babe,”
Ryder softly speaks into my ear. I stop struggling, but I can’t
keep my eyes off of him.
“What’s going on?”
Ella asks, confused. She looks over at Evan’s boyfriend, and I can
see recognition flash across her face.
“What the fuck are
you doing here? What the fuck are you doing with my sister? You sick
fuck!” I yell again.
“Payton, what the
hell’s wrong with you. How do you know Ozzy?” Evan screams back,
tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
“No, no, no. This
can’t be happening,” I whisper to myself. I close my eyes,
praying this is one of my nightmares. I reopen them, but he’s still
there. This is no nightmare—it’s my reality. I tear out of
Ryder’s arms and run over to Evan, gripping her tightly by the
shoulders.
“What’s going on?
Why’re you freaking out and acting like a crazy person? I thought
you were happy for me,” she says.
“Did you let him fuck
you?” I spit out.
“What?”
“Did. He. Fuck. You?”
I yell again.
“That’s none of
your business!” she screams, clearly pissed off with me.
“It is my fucking
business. Now answer me,” I shout, shaking her.
“What does it
matter?” she asks, her voice quivering now.
“He fucking raped me.
That’s why!” I yell at her, gripping her arms tighter. “Did he
fuck you?” I ask in a panic.
The room’s eerily
quiet. Everyone’s staring at me, but I only have eyes on my little
sister until Jack growls, “What the fuck did you just say?” This
makes me look over at him, and I see Jack pressing Ozzy harder
against the wall looking like he’s going to shit his pants. Jack
then turns to Ozzy. “Did you? Did you fucking
rape
her?”
he hisses.
“Fuck no. You can’t
believe anything that cunt says. She was our high school’s token
slut. She’s just pissed because after I slept with her, I wouldn’t
touch her again. God knows what I would’ve caught from her since
she slept with half of the student body,” he chokes out, Jack’s
arm still pressing hard against his throat.
“You lying piece of
shit! Tell them. Tell everybody about how you and your two buddies
drugged me at a party and raped me. You took away my virginity and
then convinced the entire school that I was a slut!”
My sister’s legs give
way, and she falls to the floor, her body heaving in sobs. Cade picks
her up and holds her to his chest, whispering something in her ear.
He carries her down the stairs, taking her away from this fucked up
craziness, and that’s when I realize I just got my answer. He
fucked my sister. He … fucked … my … sister! That monster
ruined my life and then fucked my sister—my beautiful, innocent
sister. I start screaming as I charge toward him. “I’m going to
fucking kill you! You told me if I kept my mouth shut you wouldn’t
touch Evan or Ella. You fucker!”
I’m stopped from
making it to the bastard by an arm hooking me at the waist. I turn
around ready to rip the person who’s keeping me from killing one of
the men that ruined my life. It’s Devon, and his expression is hard
as he stares down at me. I break down crying as he holds me to him,
and I realize my life just shattered again. He fucked my sister. Oh
God no.
“What?” Ryder asks,
when he absorbs the words I just said.
“Fuck that, she’s
talking bullshit!” Ozzy shouts at both Jack and Ryder.
“If she says it
happened, it fucking happened,” Jack grits out, his arm still
pushing hard against Ozzy’s throat. “I’m going to tell you this
one time. Stay the fuck away from our girls. I can’t do shit now,
but know this motherfucker. I’m coming for you and those other two
twisted fucks,” he threatens, before his fist slams into Ozzy’s
face, spraying blood everywhere.
“She’s nothing but
a whore who spreads her legs for anyone. And Ella’s probably no
fucking different being friends with a slut like that!” he spits
out, blood spraying out of his mouth.
Then chaos breaks out.
“Shit!” Devon
shouts before letting me go and rushing toward them. Other people
join in trying to keep Ryder and Jack from killing Ozzy.
“Jack might not be
able to do much, but I’m going to fucking gut you!” Ryder barks,
equally enraged.
“The cops are here!”
I hear someone else calling out.
I can feel my legs
getting weak. Then everything goes black.
I feel pressure on
my chest and then feel something pressing between my legs. My eyes
flutter open, and I see a naked Jarod on top of my naked body, and
he’s gripping his erection trying to guide it into me. “Jarod,
what’re you doing? Get off of me! I scream, moving my arms to his
chest, trying to push him off of me. He doesn’t budge.
“
Come on, Payton.
You know you want it. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way
you’ve looked at me over the past year. Admit it. You want this as
fucking much as I do.”
“
No, I don’t
want it. I’m a virgin. Please stop,” I plead with him. I did want
it, but not like this. Something feels wrong about the whole
situation. I’m sure he’ll stop now that he knows I’m not
feeling this with him and let me up.
“
Not gonna happen.
We won the game tonight, and we’re horny as hell and want to
celebrate. You’re gonna help us celebrate.” It takes a minute for
my brain to register what he’s saying. Wait, hold up. Did he just
say ‘we’ and ‘us?’ As I’m thinking this, I feel two sets of
hands grabbing my limbs. One pair is holding my wrists above my head,
and the other’s holding my ankles, keeping my legs spread. I look
up and down and see two of his teammates, Andy Brooks and Ozzy Pike
gripping me. They, too, are naked. I start thrashing, but my weak
limbs are useless against three large muscular athletes.
I open my mouth to
scream for help, but Jarod stuffs a sock in my mouth to muffle my
screams. “No one’s gonna hear you over the music, bitch!” he
snarls at me. Then with one sharp, stabbing thrust of his hips, he
rips away my virginity. I scream out in pain, but like he said, no
one hears my pleas for help. “Shit! Bitch is tight,” he informs
his buddies.
I lay there, choking
on sobs as Jarod’s body ruts against me until he finds his release.
I hear him grunt into my ear and feel his body shudder then still. He
pulls out of me, trading places with Andy, who climbs on top of me
and bites one of my nipples so hard that he draws blood. He licks the
blood away, removes the sock from my mouth and kisses me, so that I
can taste my own blood on his mouth. I try to bite his tongue, but he
pulls back and replaces the sock. He, too, forces himself into my
already abused sex and starts the process of getting himself off. I
think I’m in shock and having an out of body experience because
I’ve stopped crying and am no longer struggling. I figure if I lay
still, it’ll be over sooner rather than later.
“
Fuck, I’m
coming!” Andy yells out as he climaxes. He stays inside me for a
couple of minutes then says to Ozzy, “Oz, dude, you’re up next.”
The bedroom door
flies open and someone is looking in at what is going on. I spit the
sock out as relief floods through me. “Help me, please,” I cry
out.
“
This is what you
are Payton; this is you,” the voice yells. Oh no, that’s Jack. I
try and get out from under Andy, but he won’t budge, waiting for
Ozzy to take over. I try to get up again, but Ozzy’s there.
“
Dude, shut the
fucking door, or join us and fuck this dirty cunt,” Ozzy growls.
“
That’s okay,
man, I’ve had my fill,” Jack says. He turns, shuts the door, and
disappears.
Gone, Jack left me.
I sit up in bed,
screaming. Looking around I realize that I’m in my bed at home. How
the hell did I get here?
“Payton, Payton, it’s
okay. You’re okay,” Jacks soft voice wraps around me.
“W … W …” I
stammer, “What are you doing here?” I ask.
“You’re okay,
Payton. You passed out, and I brought you home,” he says while
lightly stroking my back. The entire night’s events flash before
me, and I suddenly feel nauseous. I pull back from him and scoot to
the other side of the bed not wanting him to touch me.
“You … you don’t
have to stay, I’m okay. You can leave now,” I tell him, picking
at some loose lint on the bed. Feeling the mattress dip closer to me,
Jack takes my chin in his fingers.
“Look at me, bella,”
he demands, but I can’t do it. I can’t see the disgust that he’ll
have toward me now. Realizing what this means, I start sobbing
uncontrollably, hugging my knees to my chest and burying my face into
my hands. Jack moves again and climbs behind me, wrapping his arms
around my body, kissing the top of my head and the back of my neck. I
try to move out of his grasp.
“You don’t need to
do this. I know you want to go, so go,” I cry, wanting this to be
over so I can figure out what to do next.
“I’m not going
anywhere,” he says, tightening his hold on me.
“Why? Why would you
want to stay, Jack? I’m a mess and a whore!” I yell, irritated
that he won’t go and let me be.
“Why wouldn’t I?”
he asks confused and irritated.
“Just go, Jack!
Please. I know you can’t look at me the same anymore. I know you
don’t want me. I knew it was coming, I wished it wouldn’t, but it
did. A lot sooner than I hoped.”
“Payton, you need to
tell me what happened. I need to know what they did to you,” he
pleads.
“I can’t, Jack. I
can’t take you there with me. Not to my dark place, you don’t
deserve that, you deserve better,” I say. He flips me around so we
are face to face.
“Nothing can ever
change how I feel about you, Payton. You are the best thing that has
ever happened to me. I won’t let some messed up assholes change
that.” Brushing my hair out of my face, he leans in, placing a soft
kiss to my forehead. “Don’t let them have this, Payton,” he
whispers.
I curl into him,
absorbing the feeling of being safe and cared for. I know I have been
cared for all my life, but never by a man that didn’t
have
to love me. Thinking about family and love, I remember that Evan was
there and what she found out. Oh God, Evan!
“Where’s Evan?” I
panic.
“She’s with Cade at
his place. She’s safe, baby; he’s not going to get near her or
you ever again. They’re going to pay, I can promise you that,” he
assures me.
“I need to see her.
She needs to understand that I didn’t mean to hurt her, Jack. I
hurt my beautiful baby sister. That bastard promised me that he
wouldn’t touch her. As long as I kept my mouth shut, he wouldn’t
touch her or Ella. I never told anyone,” I plead with him to
believe me.
“I know you didn’t,
but now you have to. I need to know what happened so we can get you
the proper help that you need,” he tells me.
I pull back to look at
him “I can’t. You’ll never want to see me again,” I whisper.
“I can guarantee you
that I will—I’ll want to see you every day for the rest of my
life.”
I know I have to tell
him. He deserves to know what he’s getting messed up with. I try
moving back from him to make a little room between us, but he pulls
me back placing his arms around me.
“Stop trying to put
space between us. I’m not going anywhere.”
I huff and begin
telling him about what has been following me around, haunting me, for
the last seven years. Watching the emotions constantly change in his
face, I walk him through my living nightmare.
“Jesus Christ,
Payton. Fuck, I’m going to kill them. No, no I’m not, they’re
going to go to jail, and spend the rest of their lives being Big
Daddy’s Bitches,” he states firmly, which brings a slight chuckle
out of me. This is a lot easier than I expected it to be. Jack never
once looks at me with disgust. He simply holds me and repeatedly
tells me that it isn’t my fault, and that they had no right to do
what they did. When someone says no, it means no. I want to tell him
the rest, but I don’t know how he’ll feel about me if he knows
the whole story.
“Did you go see a
doctor after?” he asks softly.
“No …” I
hesitate.
“Is there more? Did
they do it to you again?” he asks.
“No, they never
touched me after that one time. They just made sure everyone knew I
was a slut in school like they told me I was, so I lived it up. I
slept with guys just to make people think I was a slut. Sex never
meant anything to me … until you,” I stop and look down.
Jack takes my chin in
his fingers, “You’re not a slut, and you never were. You’re an
amazing woman, with a really big heart. Look what you hid to protect
your family. That shows me how strong and brave you are, but now it’s
time for you to do what should’ve been done a long time ago. You
need to file a report and help make sure that it never happens again.
Just remember you have people here to help you along the way.”