Page 22 of Dylan's Dad
I begin laughing, “You are fucking psychotic! I wasn’t fucking Reaper when you beat the shit out of me and raped me but I sure as fuck am now.” I push up to my knees and start to get to my feet when he slaps me across the face with his gun. I stumble, landing back on my ass.
“From what I saw you seem to enjoy it rough. Not so much right now?”
“That’s because Reaper is a real man. He knows how to fuck unlike you and that pathetic thing you call a dick.”
“You dumb cunt!” He pushes me down onto my back forcefully. “If you want a real man, I'll show you a real man.” He reaches for his belt, trying to undo his pants as I struggle to get up once more. But he swings the gun at me, threateningly. "No, you're going to stay right where you are and take it like the whore you are."
This can’t be happening. Not again. Reaper is out here somewhere, I just need to stay alive long enough for him to find me. Dylan comes toward me lowering to his knees while keeping the gun on me. I will not let him rape me again, I feel something hard under my hands, which landed above my head at some point, a rock maybe. I will let him get close enough then hit him hard and make a run for the road. He starts yankingdown my pants and I close my eyes to curb the panic and disgust rising. Slipping his hips between my knees, my stomach turns. He brings himself forward resting the hand holding the gun on the ground by my shoulder. Slamming my hands forward as hard as I can I hit him on the head and he falls forward on top of me and I kick and push him off. Trying to get to my feet I hear a loud bang and feel a sharp pain in my side. Dylan has the gun aimed in my direction but his hand is swaying as I launch myself at him, hitting him over and over and over until I realize he stopped moving several swings ago. Pushing off of him I scoot back until my back hits a tree. No, not a tree, legs. I look up seeing Reaper’s devastatingly beautiful face lit with the dim blue light of the moon.
He squats down behind me and hooks an arm into my armpit and lifts me to my feet, never taking his eyes or gun off Dylan. Until I wince and then his gaze drops to me. “How bad are you hurt, Little Flower?” Looking me over, his face becomes mottled with anger and I realize I am naked from the waist down.
Looking back at Dylan I say, “Not as bad as him. I think I killed him.”
Glancing back at Dylan he steps around me heading for his son. I grab my pants and begin tugging them up, pushing away the ache in my side. He kicks the gun away and dips down, from this angle I can’t see what he is doing but I assume checking for a pulse or something. “Nope. Not dead. Yet. He is in rough shape but won’t die from the damage you did.” He returns and reaches for my wrists and uncuffs me. He must’ve got the keys off Dylan. “Stay here for a moment.” I nod. I watch as he lifts Dylan, placing his back against a tree and cuffing him there with both hands behind the tree.
“Are you just gonna leave him there?”
"No, but at this moment, you are my main concern," he replies firmly. He comes back to my side and scoops me up in his arms,holding me close against his chest. I flinch as the movement pulls on the wound on my side.
A loud echoing roar fills the air and I tense. “It’s just my brothers.” I relax against his chest. As the trees start to thin out I can see shadows peeling away from the trees, no not shadows, The Horsemen. If you would have asked me a year ago, being in the woods at night with at least a dozen outlaw bikers would not have made me feel safe but now there is nowhere I feel safer than in their presence.
Reaper
Stallion reaches us first and reaching over cups her cheek, “You okay, Darlin’?”
“I will be.” she smiles weakly up at him.
“Dylan is cuffed to a tree about 100 paces back. Have someone throw him in his trunk and take him to the cave. I will deal with him later, right now I just need to take care of Lola.”
“Of course, Brother. We got this, you take care of your girl.” He slides me a look and I know he is just as grateful that I found her. In the end she didn’t really need rescuing she handled it all on her own but I know if I would’ve lost her, I would’ve been lost. I will not lose her, ever. It’s time I do what Stallion has been tryingto get me to do since I got out and admit my feelings. I need to tell her and I need to claim her, she will be my ol’ lady and soon.
As we reach the road I see the cage and head straight for it. Doc jogs up to me as I approach the doors. “Here.” He opens the sliding door for me, “How bad is it?” He looks down at her in my arms with concern.
"I can't be certain, but I heard a gunshot before I found her. Also, her shirt is soaked with blood not sure how much of it is hers," I mention as I gently push the tangled strands of hair away from her face.
“Alright, lay her down and I’ll take a look.” He climbs in the van and kneels down next to where I lay her down.
“Hey there, Lola. It’s Doc. I’m just gonna lift your shirt to get a better look at where this blood is coming from, is that okay?” She nods weakly. “Yeah that is definitely a GSW but it looks like a through and through and it’s shallow enough that it wouldn’t have hit anything vital, I will be able to just stitch it up. I can’t do that here though so for now I’ll just pack the wounds and when we get her home I’ll do it there. Most of these other wounds just look superficial and possibly some road rash. We should get her out of here, I’ll tend to her wounds at the cabin.”
Leaning over her I gently kiss her forehead, “We will be home soon, Little Flower.” Sliding the door closed I head for the drivers side.
Monk comes jogging up, “Here, you are gonna need these.” He tosses me the keys.
“Can you take my bike back?”
“No problem, Brother.” his hand lands on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze before turning around and heading for my bike.
We are only about 30 minutes from the cabin but we are also in the middle of nowhere. I just need to get her home, where I can take care of her. I wanna speed the whole way home butconsidering Lola is in the back with a gunshot wound that would be a shit storm if I got pulled over. About halfway home, the silence is killing me. “Doc, talk to me.”
“She is out but she is stable. She’s gonna be okay, Brother. I promise none of her injuries are serious.”
I hear what he is saying but my mind won’t let me accept it.
As the wheels of the van rumble over the rugged terrain, each bump and jolt sends a surge of anxiety coursing through my veins. The silence in the vehicle is deafening, only broken by the occasional creaking of the suspension.
Despite Doc's assurances, I can't shake off the lingering fear in my heart. I need to see her open her beautiful emerald eyes, hear her sweet voice, and know for certain that she is going to be alright.
Please, baby, stay with me. I think over and over in my head.
