Page 2 of Signed For Him

The smile plastered on my face doesn't falter while I greet them until I see the carnage they've created.

Fuck.

There is blood everywhere. All over them and the poor girl underneath them. Her body is red with very little sign of life. I can hardly even see her face. But that's the way they like it.

"Oh shit," Danny says as his body stops pumping into the poor fucking state of a woman underneath him. My horrified eyes drift up to Matt kneeling on the girl’s arms as he slaps her again before looking up at me with fear filling his eyes.

Why does he look afraid? They're usually cocky as fuck when someone finds them in this sort of situation, happily showing off their conquests and the pain they've caused.

And that's when I look at the woman's face for the first time since they've leaned away from her and feel the instant horror and rage coat my vision.

Charlie.

My mind seems to enter a desolate state, my body unmoving as I stand wide eyed and nearly delirious with anger and shock.

Before I can convince my body to register the shock and move, the fucker beside me is on them as he lets out a monstrous roar. His hands grab the knife I hadn't noticed that was in Danny's grip. I watch on as he crouches down between them, over Charlie, and swipes his hand back and forth, stabbing them both repeatedly until they're still and nearly lifeless beside her.

"Get the fucking doctor. Now," he roars out as he picks her up gently, with utter fury in his eyes.

I thought I was saving her by doing as they said but now they have us both.

Fuck. How did this happen?

Two

Charlie - The Present

My whole body feels heavy. My eyelids refuse to open, despite the many attempts I make to move them. It feels like my eyelashes are fluttering from the small tickle on my face and yet nothing happens. I can feel my eyes moving, but all I see is darkness. I try to make my hand move and feel only the smallest twitch of my fingers. And that's when the pain hits. The excruciating pain that courses through my body and is unrelenting in its desire to make me wish for death. It's a burning, throbbing, stabbing pain that seems to attack every part of me.

"She's awake," I hear a shallow feminine voice say, a voice lacking any emotion or care. A voice I don't recognise, I realise.

Footsteps follow the words spoken. Three sets of footsteps. One is light, leading away from me while the two others are heavier, louder footfalls that get closer and closer to my side.

"It's time to wake up now, Chars." It's Gray. Gray's here. Why is Gray here? Where is here? Am I at home?

No. This doesn't feel like home.

What happened? Why am I in pain in a place that I don't recognise the feelings and smells of? What do I last remember? My mind draws a blank as I think of the morning I spent getting ready for the party at the Club after being to the doctor. After the time I'd spent with Victor and Crow. I recall going to the club, having vodka-

And then I remember.

The men. Waking up in a place I didn't know. The brutal assault they laid on my body. I instantly want to rip at my skin, feeling the disgust and turmoil within me wanting to claw its way out.

I feel disgusting and helpless knowing what happened to me as I wonder how I'm still alive. I am alive, aren't I? I must be, I heard Gray.

Am I in the hospital? But no, I realise, I can't be. There would be doctors and nurses that would be surrounding me in a hospital.

I think back to Gray. Gray is here. The same Gray that I haven't seen for a lifetime. They greeted Gray like a friend, not an enemy, I suddenly remember. Where are we?

I subconsciously twitch the moment Gray’s warm hands connect with mine, my eyes shooting open at the contact - my eyes connecting with his.

I can feel the fear he must see in my face. I don't want to be here. Wherever here is. I want to be at home. I want to cry and scream and ask the world why I deserved this, but before I even open my mouth, my body hits me with the most excruciating pain I've ever felt. Except it's not in one place. There's not a single hit of pain. It's everywhere. Every wire and line within my body feels like it's on fire.

"It hurts," I cry out quietly to Gray, my voice barely more than a whisper as tears escape and run down my cheeks.

His eyes fill with sorrow as he looks down at me with his eyebrows crammed together.

"I'm so fucking sorry, Chars. I'm so fucking sorry," he tells me as he places his head in my hand.

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