Page 3 of Scar

Elsie

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I place the note down and pick up the‘My Little Pony’watch. Looking at the time, I see that it’s 1 am. There is no way it would fit around my wrist, so I slide it into my pocket. I continue to eat the candy bar before I lift the corner of the mattress and place the box under it. It will have to do for now. I pick up the book and start reading while finishing the candy bar.

Hitting halfway through this book, I’m surprised how filthy it is. Is this what women like to read? Shit, and they think men are the perverts. Hearing heavy footsteps approach, I quickly move, turning off the torch and hiding it as best as I can under the mattress. The door swings open with force and as soon as I see the booted feet I know it’s that prick Layton. He hasn’t come on his own, he rarely does, because he’s a fucking pussy that knows without his cronies by his side I would kick his fucking ass, even with months of surviving off nothing. I have enough anger and rage running through my veins that I would fucking destroy him.

“Well, well... I guess I’ve been so busy the last couple of days, I forgot to bring you some food. Ooops, my bad.” He laughs, and his two fucking idiot friends laugh next to him. He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a candy bar before throwing it at my chest.

I don’t flinch. Instead, I clench my fists at my sides, glaring at him. I look forward to the day I get to slit his fucking throat.

He steps closer to me, a sneer across his face. “You’re nothing but a pathetic little biker boy, who without your club are nothing.”

“What are you without your friends there? You ain’t even got the balls to come down here on your own,” I retort, smiling.

His jaw ticks and his eyes glare with fury as he steps closer. “You don’t—” He’s made the mistake of getting too close, and I quickly swing my fist forward, slamming it into his face. He stumbles back and his pathetic friends catch him.

I laugh and brace myself, knowing that he will want to kick the shit out of me for it. “Come on then, you piece of shit,” I goad, beckoning him with my hand.

“Hold him,” he orders as he wipes the side of his mouth. His eyes flare when he sees blood on the back of his hand. His men approach, trying to grab hold of my arms to pin me down, however I move too quickly for them. I retaliate, slamming my fists into each of their faces.

“Come on, you mother fuckers!” I roar with adrenaline. Whether it’s my insanity now exploding out of me from being cooped up in this hell hole, or the candy bar that Elsie gave me. I don’t know, but I don’t give in easily. I know I will end up on the floor getting my ass beaten. After all, there are three of them and only one of me, but if they think I’m going to go down without a fight then they are fucking wrong. One of them manages to land a hit in my gut, knocking the air out of me. That gives the other one just enough time to regain his composure and lands a hit right across my face. I fall to the floor, bracing my weight on my hands and knees.

Layton stands over me, his bloody mouth smiling down at me. “You are going to pay for that,” he spits.

I look up at him, feeling blood trickling down the side of my face. “Oh no, I’m soooo scared,” I mock before laughing, hiding every bit of pain from him.

He clicks his fingers, and the 2 fucking morons take turns in kicking me, their heavy booted feet stomping down onto my side, my ribs, and even though I manage to lift my arms to protect my face, they still manage to kick it. After what feels like forever, Layton gives them a sharp whistle, like he’s calling off his dogs and they stop. My body is screaming in pain, every muscle and bone hurting.

“Good night. Dream of me.” Layton laughs as he leaves, slamming the door shut behind him.

Laying on the cold, concrete floor, surrounded again in darkness, I groan as I try to move. I try to get to my feet, but I don’t have the strength, so I claw myself back to the mattress. The pain in my body makes me want to throw up. I make it to the mattress and after propping myself up against the wall, I reach behind and pull the torch out. Looking down at my already stained T-shirt, that is now covered in blood, I slowly and stiffly lift it off. After pressing it against the cut under my eye, I clasp the torch in the same hand and reach for the book she gave me to take my mind off my current agony.

I force myself to smile. “Fuck, that was fun,” I mutter sarcastically. Maybe I am going insane, because fuck it felt good to let off some steam, even if that meant me getting the shit kicked out of me.

CHAPTER TWO

SCAR

I’m notsure how long I passed out for. The sound of the bolt on the door opening stirs me awake, and I blink my eyes open and move, which was a big mistake.

“Fuck!” I hiss in pain.

I know it’s her before I can focus my gaze. As I smell her perfume, I hear her shuffling around, moving something heavy across the floor. Suddenly, a small amount of sunlight streams in through a tiny hatch window. That’s when I see her climbing down off of a box. She looks at me, a gasp escaping her, and I’m guessing I don’t look too good.

“Wait there,” she says before running out of the room, locking the door behind her. I guess she doesn’t trust me yet. Looking around the room, I check out my surroundings, now that it has got some kind of natural light in. It’s then that I look up to the small hatch window. I begin to wonder if I would be able to fit through it. It’s true, I’m not the smallest of guys, but being in here these past few months, I’ve lost a lot of weight.

Elsie comes back in with a box of stuff, placing it down before she kneels down next to me. “This may sting a little,” she says softly as she pours some alcohol onto cotton. She leans forward and gently presses it over my cut. I look at her, no correction, Istare at her, now seeing her properly for the first time. She gives me a small smile, and it’s then that I see her clear milky pale skin is kissed with freckles over her nose. Her lips are like a perfect bow, but then there are her eyes, rich green eyes with flecks of gold and hazel through them, surrounded by thick long lashes.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I state bluntly.

Her cheeks heat and she blinks. “Um, thanks,” she says softly. “That should help it not get infected.” She smiles before she pulls out a bottle of pain killers and hands them to me. “They are just basic pain killers, but I figured they may help.” She shrugs, and her eyes sweep over my body. Without thinking, her finger lightly dances over the bruises. “What happened?” she asks softly.

“Layton and his dogs,” I state, assessing her. “Just to warn you sweetheart, I may be in pain, but you keep touching me like that and you will make my cock hard. It’s been months,” I warn her, joking. It’s the only defence I have. I don’t want anyone seeing me weak. Her eyes go wide and she shifts back. I smirk. “Don’t panic darlin’, I wouldn’t try anything. That ain’t my style. I like my women to be into my cock, not terrified of it,” I state. “Although some have been scared of it, but as soon as we start fucking, their worries quickly drifted away.” I sigh. Truthfully, I fucking miss pussy. Especially Rhea’s. Fuck, that woman really put some voodoo shit on me.

Elsie clears her throat, bringing my thoughts back to the here and now. “How can you joke at a time like this?” she asks.

I sigh. “Because if I didn’t, it would mean that they won. They beat the shit out of me, they can withhold food from me, but they ain’t ever going to take away the person that I am. I’ve been through worse times and lived to see another day. So, to put it frankly, they can kiss my toned ass.”

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