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The sheriff stated Harris couldn’t come within 100 feet of me or my daughter. So far, he’s stuck to the order, but that hasn’t stopped him from occasionally standing across the street with a coffee.
I need to tell Smokey about him even though he still thinks I’m dating the man. I never corrected Harris in the hospital over our relationship. Since then, it just hasn’t come up; Smokey’s been too busy assuring me that April and I come first.
I just need to overcome my guilt of destroying our relationship to give us another go.
Stupid pride!
An hour later, I’m locking up the backdoor of the bakery after cleaning and shutting everything down by myself—thanks, Florence—when someone shoves me hard into the concrete wall, making me gasp in shock. I go to move, but a hand grips the back of my head then smashes the side of my face into the wall. Pain shoots through me as dizziness takes hold. A large body pushes me against the wall as a hand goes underneath my shitty pink uniform dress, the one Florence begged her grandmother to buy. The hand slips into my underwear.
My fight or flight instincts kick in. I realize this isn’t a mugging, and I kick out and buck with my body, throwing my head back, connecting with someone’s face, hearing a crunch and a “Fuck!” echoing around us. The man turns me around, his hand going to my jaw, squeezing it making my eyes water at the pressure. It’s Harris.
Blood oozes from his nose as he gets in my face. “You think you can keep me away from you, away from my daughter?”
My heart pounds. The idiot has gone crazy. What the hell have I done, allowing him into my life?
He sneers at me before he pulls back, and the next thing I know, his knuckles hit my eye, making me cry out as his hand grips my throat. I try to kick out, but he just chuckles, shoving his thigh in between my legs. My tears fall as he grips my panties, tearing them from my body and throwing them to the ground. I spit in his face, hoping to distract him, but he headbutts me instead.
“Ah,” I cry out in pain as his forehead hits mine hard, making him chuckle before two fingers are roughly shoved inside me, making me sob as I try to twist away.
“Fuck, why aren’t you wet?” he growls, moving his fingers faster, causing me to buck my body harder to try and dislodge him, angering him. “Stop fighting me, Patricia, you’re fucking mine!”
Oh God, he’s lost it.
I shove hard against his chest, then smack him hard in the face, making him grunt. He squeezes my throat tighter, making it difficult to breathe.
My heart races as he shoves his fingers harder inside me, making bile rise, my tears falling harder as I claw at his hand on my throat.
He chuckles, his nose nearly touching mine, sneering, “I’m finally going to take what I fucking deserve, bitch, so you might as well get compliant.”
I hear bikes pull up out in front of the bakery. I just know he’s here.
Smokey. I know it’s him.
A newfound confidence fills me as I spit in Harris’s face again, making him growl, and shove my head against the wall. His hand around my throat loosens, giving me the opportunity I need.
I scream, “Jonny!” as loud as I can before a fist hits the side of my face again. My head goes dizzy, Harris’s fingers shove even harder, causing nothing but pain before the warmth of his body is gone, and my legs give out as I slam down on the concrete, cutting my knees. Tech runs over to me, his hand cupping my cheek, and I sob with relief.
“We’re here, darling”.
I nod. “J-Jonny….”
Tech rubs his thumb along my bruised jaw. “He’s ok.”
I sob, my body shaking as a loud grunt echoes through the alleyway, making Tech turn around. I look, and my heart stops at the sight of blood on Jonny’s white shirt. I scream out in horror, making us lock eyes. Burning rage shoots through his before he grabs the gun in his jeans and smacks it down hard on Harris’s head. It’s then that I noticed Harris had a knife in his hand. He falls hard and is out cold before Jonny runs over to me, Tech going over to Harris.
“Freckles,” Jonny rasps. His hand gently cups my cheek as his eyes look over my face and head, but I ignore that as my hand goes to his shirt to try and lift it in a panic, but he grabs my hand. “I’m ok, baby, I promise, I’m ok. It’s just a scratch.”
I sob and clutch his cut with both hands, his forehead pressing against mine as Tech’s voice reaches us.
“Prez, we need a van behind Bakery Goods. Olivia was attacked. Smokey’s been hit, too, but it’s minor.”
My body shakes, and my hands clutch Jonny tighter, causing his eyes to widen. “Fuck Tech, she’s going into shock….”
The last thing I see is Jonny’s piercing blue eyes fill with panic, then everything goes black.
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Smokey
