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I wanted to wait until marriage.
I try to kick out, but he manages to shove his fingers—three of them—roughly into my dry entrance. Sharp pains shoot from inside me, feeling like he's tearing me open before his fingers go high enough for me to feel a sharp pain shoot through my lower stomach, and I sob. He broke through my hymen with his fingers.
Oh God, he broke my virginity.
He chuckles against my lips, knowing what he just took from me, and continues to shove his fingers inside me, twisting them hard, all while I feel like I'm being cut on the inside. The pain is unbearable, and I feel sick. He uses my blood, which I can feel dripping down my legs as lube, to move his fingers in and out fast, but my body tries to reject him and tries to shove him out as my pain intensifies.
I hear a door open, and I try to struggle some more, hoping whoever it is will help me, but nothing happens. The man continues to shove his fingers into me hard before breaking his kiss and laughing while I sob as his fingers move in and out of me, making me want to throw up.
The pain hurts too much to even zone out.
"That darling was Gunner, the man who just hired you; he's probably gone back to fuck Cara, his girl."
He removes his fingers, and I shove him back before falling to the floor while he laughs. He grips the back of my head, pulling my hair, so I look up to him as he shows me the blood on his fingers with a razor in between them, and I suck in a breath,realizing all the blood isn't just because of hymen, before he sucks them into his mouth, making me sob.
He grins around them, blood staining his teeth, before he gets in my face.
"I've heard a lot about you, Leah, from your foster parents and how much you wished they adored you, but instead they made you move out at 18, didn't they? They made you get your own place because you were such a burden," he grins before he whispers as I sob. "I also heard you were waiting until marriage, and I couldn't let a fine piece of ass as you walk around with your big V still intact, the same big V I've wanted for the past year since laying eyes on you." He gets closer to my face and says, "Just know this though: if you decide to squeal, they don't call me Razor for fun, darling. I'll ensure your lovely foster parents, who you are trying your hardest to impress and make proud of you like they haven't been jetting off now that you are out of their house, take pleasure in learning exactly how I got my name."
He gets even closer as my body starts to shake. "And you better make sure your fine ass is here tomorrow for your induction; otherwise, that redhead who you always hang with will have that pretty face carved up." He kisses me hard on the lips before chuckling as he walks away while I sob as the pain and ache between my legs intensify, and I know I need to go to the hospital. I can feel the blood drip between my legs, and my head feels fuzzy.
I slowly get myself up before buttoning my jeans up again as my tears fall, my chest heaving as vomit builds in my throat. I don't bother holding it in; I throw it up all over the floor until I only heave with nothing coming out. The reality of the situation is not taking place yet. That man is friends with my parents, the parents who took me in at five years old after my birth mother ran off, choosing her boyfriend over me. I don't even know whomy father is. I breathe heavily as I decide to walk the back way out to my old car that's on its last legs that I'd parked on the road just in case it decided not to start. I didn't want to be embarrassed.
I swallow as more bile wants to come up, the feeling of him in me making me sick. As I get past the backdoor to the bar, I notice it's open a little, but I ignore it and go to continue my way until I see Gunner, the man I felt a connection with, thrusting hard into the woman who glared at me and had a go because I didn't want to touch some other woman's juices. More tears leak out as the woman turns my way and grins wide at me, evil shining through her eyes. She knew what I had just gone through; I wouldn't be surprised if she planned it with him, so I didn't unintentionally take her man.
Shaking my head, I turn and hobble back to my car. I climb into my rust bucket while biting my lip to hold in my cries as pain drags through me, my lower stomach aching badly. My tears fall harder, my sobs wanting to wrack my body, but I hold it in, knowing the man is watching me, and I put my car in drive, causing me more pain as I head to the General hospital. It doesn't take me long to get there, and I quickly park up near the front before hobbling in. A man in his mid-forties notices me, and his brown eyes widen in shock, noticing all the blood on my jeans.
I just make it to him before I fall, making him catch me.
"I NEED A GURNEY, NOW."
He shouts while I sob before he places me on a bed. He goes to move me, but I grab his hand, making him look down at me.
"No one can know; I don't w-want the police. A-A man assaulted me with his fingers, he-he." A sob comes out, and the man squeezes my hand. "He used a razor to rip through my virginity."
His eyes widen in shock before anger takes place.
He nods his head before rushing me into a room where I have to endure even more pain.
I pray to never have to go through the humiliation again. I hope I never see this man who tends to me again, but unfortunately, fate has different ideas because this man ends up turning into my surrogate father, a man I look up to, and a man who becomes my confident when I can't talk to anyone else, who would help me through the many heartbreaks the man I fall for puts me through over the years. This man became the man I started to call dad when my own failed me when all I wanted was his love.
Chapter 1
Gunner – 5 years later – 29 years old
I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face.
I've just finished the books for the bar, and we've made good income this month, so Axel will be pleased.
Fuck, I hate doing the books; normally Slicer will do them, but he's currently looking for Hairy, the Devil's VP. He turned into a traitor and tried to fuck with us using his club's name, and now both our club and his own are after him, but the fucker keeps slipping through our fingers.
Shaking my head, I stand and stretch before grabbing my scotch glass and downing it in one before heading out front. I make sure to lock my black door first, then take my usual seat in the red booth and look towards Leah. She's pouring a drink for some preppy dude. She gives him a fake smile before taking his money into the till, then hands him his change, all while he stares at her with want, making me fist my hands.
For five fucking years, I've had to watch her from afar, watching her being flirted with just like now, but she is beautiful and she doesn't even try, so I know it's inevitable. Her white, blonde hair is up in a messy bun with some blue highlights dangling down. She's wearing a tank with the bars logo, which also happens to be the club's logo of the Hawk with its wings on fire, while pairing it with some denim ripped shorts and cowgirl boots.
A true fucking southerner, that's for sure.
I readjusted my growing hard-on.
