Page 68 of All My Broken Pieces

The door creaks open and the light spilling in momentarily blinds me. Blinking my eyes, I press back further against the wall.

Two men walk inside, the large forms blocking most of the light and giving my eyes a little easier time adjusting. Before I can say or do anything, one of them roughly grabs my hair, yanking my head back. I whimper from the sharp pain on my scalp, jerking against his hold.

“What are you doing?” The other man snaps.

“I said you could fuck her first,” The man with his hand in my hair replies, his voice letting me know he must be Daniel. “But this mouth is mine.”

“No.” I gasp, clamping my jaw shut tight.

Daniel chuckles, his free hand undoing his belt and pushing down his pants enough to free his cock. My eyes fixate on the hard length now inches from my face. I try to pull myself free again, my stomach dropping and a wave of nausea hitting meas I find I’m unable to move so much as an inch. “You’re going to take it, beautiful.” He growls, fisting his cock and rubbing the head across my lips.

Tears stream down my face as I clench my jaw, refusing to let him push into my mouth.

The hold in my hair disappears and I’m momentarily grateful until I feel fingers grip my chin. “Open up.” I violently shake my head, but am no match for his brute strength as he forces my lips apart.

A choked sob leaves me as he shoves his dick in my open mouth. The salty taste and hard ridges sliding inside make me gag, pulling a groan from my assailant.

“Fuck.” He groans again. “Dude, this mouth is, fuck.” His hips pull back before he thrusts forward, the head of his dick bumping against the back of my throat, and I can’t stop the bile rising.

I choke, trying to swallow down the vomit to avoid suffocating on it as snot and tears stream down my face.

Daniel’s heavy breathing fills the room and something flips in me when he lets out a strangled curse. “That’s it, baby. Take my cock.”

Only one person calls me baby. And it’s not this disgusting asshole.

Before I fully register what I’m about to do, my jaw locks and my teeth sink into his flesh.

The man’s groans turn to shrieks as I bite as hard as I can, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. He rips away from me, howling and clutching his injured dick. “You-” He gasps around the pain. “You fucking bitch.” His fist flies forward, landing a harsh blow on my face and the world goes dark.

I gasp, shooting upright and looking around the room. Awareness slowly filters into my mind and I try to calm my breathing.

Just a dream.

No matter how many times I repeat the thought to myself, my dark surroundings send my overworking heart into an even more erratic rhythm.

The nightmares have gotten worse since what happened with Logan. Every night filled with the endless terror of my memories. Sometimes they feature Daniel, sometimes Logan, and sometimes a horrible blend of the two.

Arriana used to be able to help calm me down when the old memories would surface, her gentle touch and soft voice would chase away the demons. But I’m alone now.

Climbing out of bed, I stumble toward the door and rip it open, letting out a relieved breath as light pours into the space.

Looks like I’m not the only one up.

I trudge into the shared living space and find Hudson sprawled across the sofa, his eyes glued to the TV. “Hey.” I mumble, pivoting toward the kitchen.

He grunts in response, not giving me much mind as I pop open a beer and move to sink into the armchair beside the couch. We sit in silence, the only sound the quiet voices filtering through the speakers.

My mind can’t focus on whatever is on the screen, images of my dream haunting me instead. I tilt my head back, downing the contents of my drink and pushing up to my feet again.

Hudson shifts his eyes to me, but he doesn’t say anything as I grab another drink.

With the feel of his gaze boring into my back, I sigh heavily. “What?” My stomach churns as I debate grabbing another bottle so I don’t have to get up again.

“I think you have a problem, sis.” His quiet words feel like a stab to my heart.

I’m not stupid. I know what I’m doing isn’t healthy, but I don’t have a choice. I can’t live with this, not alone.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I grumble, snatching a couple more drinks out and returning to my seat.

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