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“Please take it, wear it and remember how much I love you.” She rolls her eyes and holds her wrist out for me to latch it.
“I love you, sis. I promise never to take it off,” she says, then pulls me into a super tight hug.
“Promise you will text me everyday?” I plead with my sister. We may not have the best relationship, but she has really grown up recently and become one of my best friends. I wish I could drop everything and go with her. I’m going to be all alone here. Just me and Dad, whenever he decides to grace me with his presence.
“Every morning I will message you. I will send you tons of pics, making you so jealous that you hop on a plane to visit.”
“Nicole, you're going to be late,” our dad calls from the bottom of the stairs. She is dropping him off on the base before heading to the airport. He is about to leave for a TDY and will grab her car when he gets back from the parking lot. I’m still not allowed to drive, thanks to the meds, but soon. I hope the doctors clear me next week. Until then, I will just have to keep relying on Rex and Lorna for rides.
“Okay, I really have to go. I love you, sis, and please promise me something.” I nod, and she sighs, tears fill her eyes, and I fight not to cry too. “If Rex ever puts his hands on you. Leave him. Run far away. I will do anything to keep you safe.” I nod once more, fighting my sobs.
Too late, sis.
She gives me one more tight hug, then I help her carry her bags to the door. She scolds me, since I’m not supposed to be lifting anything over ten pounds, but I roll my eyes. My dad gives me a hug and kiss, then walks out to his taxi?
“I thought you were driving him?” I ask, but she just gives me a smile. “I’m leaving the car here for you. I’m taking Nana’s old wagon that way if someone steals it or vandalizes it, it won’t be a big deal.” I laugh at a famous model driving that rust bucket, but I can’t help wiping the tear that escaped thinking of my nana. I miss her every day.
“Drive safe,” I tell her as she starts up the car. I give her a wave and watch as she leaves.
Rex shows up two hours later with a pizza and flowers. I let him in and give him a small kiss. Things are still rough between us, but I can tell he’s trying. I told him the wedding was off for now. I can’t even think about any of that. I’m still broken and fighting to move on.
* * *
My phone buzzesin the middle of the night, but I ignore it. When will he give up? Strong arms grip me from behind and pull me to a firm chest.
“Who is calling so late,” Rex mumbles, and I freeze. I forgot he came over last night. These meds make me groggy. If he’s in my bed then who is calling me? I push away from him and grab my phone. It's an unknown number, and I don’t want to answer it. I don’t know who it could be, but if it happens to be a guy or someone from school, it could set Rexley off, and I do not need that drama right now. I wince as I sit back against the pillows. My butt is sore from his assault, and I know I am going to have bruises up and down my thighs as well.
The person hangs up, and I breathe easy for the first time since being woken up. Rex grips my throat and pulls me down to him in a really hard kiss. I whimper into his mouth, and he smiles, tugging me down so he can climb over me.
“Rex, I’m really sore,” I whine and watch as his eyes shadow in the soft light from my desk. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, releasing the tension in his shoulders.
“Okay, Kitty,” he says, then rolls me over so he can spoon me. I get comfy in his arms as he runs his hands along my side and leg. This is nice.
“Fuck,” I yelp as he impales me on his hard cock.
“You think you can tell me what to do? That this body doesn’t belong to me?” he growls, thrusting harder and faster, ripping me with his punishing rutting. I cry softly, praying that he just hurrys up and finishes.
The doctors told me six weeks, and it’s only been four. I allowed anal because I didn’t want another fight, but this is like being ripped inside out. He finishes with a grunt, then shoves me off of him before climbing off the bed.
The light clicks on in the bathroom, and the shower sounds next. I bite my lip to soften my sobs and let the tears fall that I have been fighting to contain. Rex starts to whistle as he rinses, and I pull myself up, sitting on the edge of the bed. I grab my phone and listen to a voicemail.
“This is Montgomery Medical, we have a Nicole Baker here. We can’t reach your father or grandmother, so you are third on the list for emergency contact. Can you please call us back as soon as possible. My number is…”The phone drops from my hand, landing on the blanket. I quickly stand, ignoring the pain and small droplets of blood and cum, covering my thighs. I rush to my dresser and throw on a dress, foregoing undies. I have to get to Nicole. What the hell happened?
I leave Rex in the shower. No note, no phone. I grab my purse and keys from the kitchen counter and take off. I know he’s going to be pissed. But I don't care. Something has happened to my sister, and she’s all alone. I leave the radio off and drive over the speed limit.
I reach the hospital in ten minutes and park crooked. I climb out of the car and wince with every step. When I reach the nurses desk, she gives me a look of pity when I tell her my name. She sends me to the waiting room to wait for the doctor, and I know this isn’t good. A police officer comes up to me, introducing himself, startling me.
“I’m sorry, miss, but you’re Cat Baker correct?” he asks, and I nod. He takes the seat next to me and pulls out a notepad. “We are investigating your sister Nicole’s car crash.” I nod again, and he starts to ask me all these questions about if she has any enemies, or someone that would want to hurt her.
“I’m sorry, Officer Clark, why are you asking all of this?” I stop him, and he flips back a few pages.
“When we reached the scene of the accident there were no tire marks, showing that she had attempted to slow down, and after further investigation, we could conclude her brakes were cut.”
I cover my mouth as I start to sob. Who would ever hurt Nicole?
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