Discovering Me
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She giggles. “Both.”
Oh, she is good!
“I’m Sniper, darlin’,” I introduce myself.
“I know. I remember your name from the other day. Well, I told you I’m Piper,” she says in a quiet voice as she lifts one hand off her hip and sticks it out for me to shake.
I look down at it and grin. Where did this little peach grow up? Bikers don’t shake hands.
“Sniper,” someone says, snapping a finger in my face.
I shake the fog out of my mind and look over at Storm.
I’ve got to get her back.
“I think I love her, Storm,” I confess.
Shit! Where did that come from?
“Of course you do. You two are best friends,” Storm says with an implied ‘duh’ in her tone.
That is not at all what I mean. Oh fuck, this is so messed up. She’s gone, and that’s when I think I might fucking be in love with her?
“No… I want to be with her.”
I do, right? That’s what I’m feeling deep inside of my gut.
“You’re in love with her.” Her loud scream hurts my ears.
My heart speeds up and my palm sweat, and with my already boiling blood, this can’t be good for a person’s health.
“I don’t know if I’m in love with her, but I know I love her and I want to be with her. Isn’t that enough?”
Fuck! We have to find her. There can be no other outcome.
“Yeah, Sniper, it’s enough. Now get back in there with the brothers and find our girl!”
I jump up, light a smoke, and do my fucking best at calming my nerves so I can find my woman.
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Chapter Fourteen
Piper
I tear off a small piece of my t-shirt at the bottom rim and do my best to shove it between the metal around my ankle. I think we’ve been here for a day or so, and my skin is already bleeding. At least I think it’s been a day or so. I rip another small piece off and gesture for Jinx to hand me her foot. She scoots as far as she can and stretches her leg, and I shove the fabric down inside the best I can.
Jinx stopped the waterworks a few hours ago. When we hear footsteps above us moving towards the door to the basement, my hands begin to shake.
“Act like you’re sleepin’. Do it now, and don’t make any noise,” I hiss in a strangled voice.
I turn around, lie down on the cold, damp floor, and close my eyes as tight as they will close. The door squeaks open, and footsteps pound against the wooden steps. I listen, concentrating to see if more than one set of footsteps descend.
“Despierta de una puta vez, perra,” he screams and the sound of his foot connecting with Jinx’s flesh causes me to jump. “Wake the fuck up, bitch!”
Jinx screams in agony, and I’m helpless at the onslaught of what happens next. With slow, cautious movements, I turn over and squint my eyes to gain some sort of insight.
“Déjame ver si eres pelirroja todo,” he chuckles with sick intent. “Let me see if you are redheaded all over!”
This does not sound good. His chuckle forces goose bumps to breakout all over my arms. Her screams grow louder as his punches echo around the cemented walls and floor. I can no longer hear the small trickle of water that drips down from the leaky pipe. All I can hear is the sound of Jinx’s screams as he rapes her. I decide right there and then that this will be the only time it happens to her. I will make myself known, and I will take the rest of the abuse and the rape. I’ll make sure their attention is on me.
“Vete a la mierda como un pez muerto!” The guy roars in a fit of rage. “You fuck like a dead fish!”
“Yous a fuckin’ fish!” he repeats in English.
Her screams grow louder and louder until they are deafening. I want to scream, to force him to direct his attention to me, but I fear it will only result in his assault being worse for her.
He finishes, and her screams become muffled sobs into the ground as he turns her over and pushes her face forward into the cemented ground. When I see the shadow of his head turn towards me, I close my eyes and pray with all my might that he did not notice me watching him.
When he kicks Jinx one more time and spits on her, the urge to scream almost overpowers me, but I stuff it down deep inside of me and save it for later, for when it will be of some use.
His footsteps proceed up the stairs, and I listen for the sound of the door to click shut.
“Why didn’t you stop him,” she cries out.
I have no answer for her because the state her mind is in, she wouldn’t understand anything I say. I have dealt with such situations in my past, and I know that I would have only made matters worse. All I can do is console her and tell what I plan to do. Anything else she won’t stand to hear. She will think I was only saving myself, when in fact I am about to save her, and I can only hope that it will work.
“Listen to me very carefully. I’m not gonna give you answers because you won’t believe them. This is what you will do from here on out.” I take a deep breath and sit up to move as close as I can towards her. “When they come back down, you roll yourself in a ball and you breathe evenly. Make sure they think you are asleep. I will be alert, awake, and very mouthy.”
My heart pounds with the knowledge of what this will cause for me, but I can’t let her go through anymore of what happened to her moments ago.
“I am gonna direct all the attention to me. I won’t be screaming, pleading, or begging them to stop. I won’t even be fighting it when the time comes, do you understand? He referred to you as a fish. That means that guy wants a willing participant. I’m gonna give it to him, and you are gonna lay in your ball and not say a goddamn word. Got it?”