Page 26 of Acid

I silently cry and throw the glass on the floor before slowly standing so I don’t fall again, my eyes going to my torn underwear, my tears falling faster.

Austin’s grip tightens as his brother removes my shorts and panties, and I kick out, screaming, hoping to knock him off and get someone’s attention….

I squeeze my eyes tight, hating what has come into my head. Acid holding me the way he did, gripping my hair, there was no panic, all I could focus on was him.

It felt right, he felt right, he felt like home, and for him to….

Sobbing, I decide to say, “screw it,” and go to the door. I lock it before heading to the back to grab my bag. Without a care that I haven’t cleaned up the spill or my panties, I walk out the backdoor, which locks automatically behind me.

I go to the Mustang. I throw my bag on the passenger seat before climbing in, then grip the steering wheel. My body shakes as I try to control my tears, my heart torn in two by the way he looked at me.

He was disgusted…. He left….

My heart pounds, my heart thumping. I can’t do this. Taking deep breaths, I turn the ignition, revving the car, reversing out of the spot, and pausing in the middle of the road, squeezing the steering wheel.

I look down the road and take another deep breath before mumbling, “Fuck it,” and I spin, pressing my foot on the gas before flooring it, causing my tires to squeal as smoke follows me.

A little over and hour later, I chew my bottom lip as the phone rings.

“Come on, come on…” I whisper before holding my breath as they finally pick up.

“Hello?” a voice questions over the line, and I wince.

“Hi, uh, Piston, I…uh thought I dialed Natalie’s number…” I stammer.

Crap, did I dial his accidentally?

He clears his throat. “You did; she’s in the shower. Why are you calling from an unknown number, sweetheart?”

Uh oh….

I clear my throat and decide to divert him. “Let me guess, once a month screw fest because you both don’t want to cheat after being married for nearly three years?” I ask, then wince as someone clears their throat from behind me.

Double crap….

“Perrie,” He says exasperated.

I cut him off, “I know, I get it, you think she trapped you and that she wants another baby, yet you still screw her but won’t sit down with her and have a rational conversation. You both love each other, and neither want a commitment for different reasons, but honestly, you both need to pull your heads out of your butts. Aurora agrees….”

Piston groans. “Right, you know what? I’ll have Natalie call you back; I thought I missed your voice after years of grunts, but now, not so much.”

I quickly speak before he can hang up because this is the only call I’m getting, and I state, "Sure, but have her call the police station downtown on 6th, but don’t tell Acid….”

He’s quiet for a moment, and I bite my lip before side-eyeing the officer who’s looking really impatient.

“Are you hurt?” he asks calmly, too calmly for my liking. Natalie’s, “Piston, why are you on my phone?” just hits my ears before he speaks again, stating, “It’s Perrie. Pez, answer the question, are you hurt?”

My eyes tear up, and I admit, “Physically, no, emotionally….” I sniffle. “I, uh, got arrested….”

“Arrested!” he shouts, and I pull the phone from my ear with a flinch. The officer raises a bushy, black brow at me, and I give him a sheepish smile.

“What, she’s been arrested?” I hear Natalie gasp in shock, and I wince.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” is all he says before hanging up. I wince again and look at the officer.

“Do I have to wait in the cell?”

He smirks at my question, then takes a step back, and I groan, making my way back to the cells.

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