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Good, they got the fucking message.
I walk towards the back door, the brothers praising me on my way while the sweet butts, Shayla, and Emma, stand out of my way, and I head home. Bones is standing on the porch when I make my way over, and he nods his head, coming down the steps. He pats my back. "Well done, my boy," he says as he makes his way over to the cottage on the other side of the clubhouse that Shayla never knew he had built while I go inside. He went into his room at the clubhouse and had to turn away from it after seeing his daughter's ruthless attempts at findinghim for ten years. He said he'll go through it with her one day when they're both ready, but for now, he's staying in the house because he needed some peace and quiet from his high-maintenance old lady.
I walk up the stairs, ensuring not to touch anything before going into the master bedroom.
Star is cuddled up with my pillow, and I smile a little. "Firefly," I say loudly, causing her to jump up and look around the room before her eyes connect with mine.
Shock-etches her features.
Chapter 25
Star
I shoot up hearing Zayne call for me before looking around the room I decorated many moons ago for him that he clearly carried me to.
I turn to look towards the door before I gasp. Zayne's standing there, looking tall and full of blood. It's all over his clothes and face.
Panic enters me before I scramble to get up out of bed, nearly falling on my ass as I run up to Zayne, who quickly stands back, and I shake my head at him. "What are you doing? I need to see where your bleeding is from!" I go to grab him, but he just smiles, holding his clean hands up.
"Firefly, it's not my blood."
That stops me in my tracks. I'm not scared of him; I just don't want to touch whose blood that belongs to. I raise a brow at him, and he swallows hard. "Your demons are slayed, baby." My eyes widen in shock before I look him over again.
Hairy's blood. He's covered in my rapist's blood.
I try to struggle as he drags me out of the exit near the camera out the back, where I'm shoved to the floor, holding my face against the graveled concrete.
I squeeze my eyes shut, the memories hitting me hard.
No, no, no. I start to panic as a hand reaches around me and pinches my nipple.
My tears start to form.
He brings his hands to the bottom of my skirt, lifting it up, and my fight-or-flight instincts kick in. Now the shock of him evaporates, and I start to fight to get away from him all while laying my legs flat, not allowing him to gain access while screaming loudly.
"I screamed so loud." Zayne freezes at my words. I never spoke about it, not the details or how I felt.
I start to struggle harder; my screams go louder when Hairy grips my panties, ripping them off my body, and I start screaming louder, thrashing around.
"The music was too loud in the bar, so Leah couldn't hear me; Razor was on watch for Hairy." Zayne's breathing picks up.
I hear rustling and try to get away from him before I feel him near my back entrance.
I let out a sob, causing Zayne to come closer to me but not be able to touch me because of the blood. "I remember the pain, so much pain." He flinches.
I start screaming louder and louder before he shoves into me really hard, making my whole body jolt forward as pain shoots through me, I feel like being torn in two, and I sob, screaming for help. He thrusts harder and harder, and I feel like I want to die; this can't be happening. I feel the blood dripping down my legs as my tears fall harder while his thrusts go faster as he grunts with pleasure.
"He found so much pleasure in hurting me." I look into Zayne's eyes, which are filled with unshed tears. "I couldn't fight him off, so I went numb instead. I wanted to d-die.”
Wetness splashes over my bum while he chuckles before some more rustling hits my ears, but I don't move; my whole body is numb. I hear his feet shuffle near me before he spits on my face and leaves me in the alleyway, whistling as he goes while I wish and pray to die.
"I felt dirty, so-so dirty."
Zayne's tears fall as he steps even closer, his hand cupping my cheek. "You're not dirty; do you hear me?"
I let out another sob, making his hand that's cupping my cheek squeeze tighter as he presses his lips to my forehead. "I can't make your feelings disappear, but I sure as fuck can make it easy for you to breathe. He's gone, baby; he's gone, and he'll never hurt you again."
I nod as he presses a kiss on my forehead before pulling away, "Get some shoes on Firefly; I have something to show you."
