Page 50 of Bleeding Blackheart

I try to move my legs to get in a more comfortable position, and I feel so sore between them, needing painkillers and a hot bath.

The stairs creak outside the bedroom, then heavy feet move along the floor. I bring my knees to my chest, trying to shield myself from whatever’s about to come in here.

The door opens, and Gunner stands in the doorway with his eyebrows drawn together, still looking pissed off.

I wait for him to apologize. To rush over to me and beg on his knees for forgiveness. But he doesn’t do any of those things. He just stands there like an idiot while his eyes roam over me, looking at the mess he left.

When I can’t stand to look at him anymore, I face the open windows, and he comes up to me slowly, pulling a key out of his pocket.

He’s letting me go. Whatever torture he had planned for me, he’s giving up on it. I grit my teeth while he removes the shackles, and as soon as my hand is free, he looks in my eyes again.

“Montana—”

I slap him as hard as possible, letting out a cry mixed with a scream when my hand collides with his cheek. “Fuck you. Go to hell.”

Standing up, I push past him, and he grabs my arm forcefully. “Wait a sec—”

I hear noise downstairs and scream at the top of my lungs, trying to alert anyone who can help me. Gunner lets me go immediately, and I run back into the master bathroom, my heart pounding as soon as I get the door shut behind me.

He bangs on the door, shouting through it while my body jolts against it, using everything within me to keep him out.

I can’t believe I let this man inside me. I let him come inside me. I start to sob again, and I yell through the door telling him to go away over and over. My head hurts while he yells back, begging me repeatedly to open up and let him in.

I look around the bathroom quickly, trying to find some sort of weapon to protect myself. I get off the door, pushing a vanity chair under it to keep it closed while I find a pair of hair cutting scissors.

He tries to break the door down, and then I hear another voice. Another man, yelling at him. The other man leans against the bathroom door, talking to Gunner. “Go downstairs. Let her be, man. Get a hold of yourself, or I’m making you leave.”

I hear Gunner sniffle, and then he exits, but the other person doesn’t. I stand by, prepared for a fight while he speaks through the door. “Hey, Montana. I’m Colt. Stay in here as long as you want. He’ll be downstairs tonight. You two can work things out in the morning.”

Colt. The owner of the house. Another one of Gunner’s friends. I almost laugh to myself at the encounters I’ve hadwith his friends. They’re saints compared to him. I can’t imagine how they get along with him.

His footsteps trail off too, and once I hear the bedroom door close, I start to breathe normally.

Removing the vanity chair slowly, I pull open the bathroom door and run across the bedroom floor, locking myself in for the night. I’m safe. No one can get me here. I’ll be alright.

On shaking legs, I go back to the bathroom and get a bath going, filling it with some fancy soap from under the sink. I’m so tired that I could drown in this tub tonight. Maybe that wouldn’t be a bad thing. I’ve been through so much bad that I can’t take any more.

After the water is to the top, I step into the tub and rest my head on my knees while I cry out the rest of the tears I have left.

I roll over in Colt’s bed and see it’s ten a.m. That means I got less than six hours of sleep. I want to bury my head back under the pillow, but Gunner said we were heading out of here first thing in the morning. I still plan on leavinghere today but not with him. I need to get dressed, grab my bags, and ask Colt to help me get a cab away from here.

When I sit up, my pussy is still sore, but I push through the pain, putting back on the leather dress I wore the other day, and slide into my boots. My outfit may be used and dirty, but at least my hair is clean. Colt’s bathroom is like one at a hotel but better. Various selections of shampoos and hair products, and a blow dryer. My waves are wavier and thicker, and after finding a scrunchie and some hair gel, I slick my hair into a bun on top of my head.

I didn’t realize how heavy my bag was. Gunner’s always carrying it. But I carry it myself while I drag it down the hall and the wooden steps.

When I get to the first floor, I spot the both of them in the kitchen drinking coffee. They look at me at the same time, and after they glance between each other, Gunner opens his mouth to speak. I cut him off before he can start and focus my attention on Colt. “Do you have a phone I can borrow?”

He reaches for his sitting in front of him on the counter when Gunner glares at him.

Colt is handsome. Really handsome. He’s got bright blue eyes just like Gunner, and his hair is long like his too, but it’s black. I wonder if he’s single. And if he’s nicer than the mean man staring at me. He looks back and forthbetween me and Gunner nervously, and then he looks at me apologetically. “I can’t get in the middle of this, Montana.”

I lean up against the wall groaning when Colt stands up straight. “Talk to him. Talk to him, and if you don’t like what he says, I promise I’ll drive you anywhere you want to go. But hear him out first.”

I look back up at Colt who lends me a soft smile. He’s so calm and gentle. Then I look over at Gunner who’s rough and rowdy. I don’t want to speak to him. I don’t want to be near him. My eyes start to water again, and I blink them a few times when he stands up. “Let’s go outside.”

I give Colt one last glance, but when he gives me his back, I know there’s no reasoning with him on this. Wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, I walk beside Gunner, keeping as much space between us as possible while we head out back.

He stays quiet while we walk along the grass, and I use every bit of strength I have not to break down. My shirt and shorts are still out here from last night, and all I can think about is how happy I was before Gunner took me upstairs. He tries to walk ahead of me to get my clothes, but I reach them first, pulling them out of his grasp.

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