Page 4 of Dylan's Dad
“Son of a bitch! My Son!” The anger in Reaper’s voice has me flinching away from the phone.
Stallion moves the phone up to his ear, “Brother, I need you to calm down.” He takes a deep breath, “Alright are you level? Okay I’ll give you back to your girl.”
“I’m sorry, Little Flower. I shouldn’t have lost it like that. It was just a shock.”
“Was a shock to me too.” I say my eyes begin to well back up with tears.
“What do you wanna do, Babygirl?”
“I can’t go back there. I don’t wanna see him.”
“Okay. You’re safe with my brothers. We will work it out. Can you tell me anymore about what happened?”
“I came home early to check the mail like I always do. I saw his car out front so I went inside. The house was trashed and I could smell the alcohol in the air. He confirmed he found your letters and accused me of screwing you. Called me some names. Smacked me around a bit . . . well maybe more than a bit. He knocked me out. I woke up in bed . . .” The tears just won’t stop now. “I bolted. I did as you told me and waited for your brothers to find me.”
“How bad are you hurt?” His voice is filled with disbelief and disgust. I look up and see disgust and barely contained rage on Stallion’s face.
“I’m. . . I. . .” I can’t finish the statement. Finishing it is admitting it and I am terrified.
“I am so sorry, Little Flower. Can you give me back to Stallion so I can work out the plan with him? And Flower, stay close to my brothers. They will keep you safe. I will see you in a couple weeks.”
“Ok, I will. See you soon.” I look up at Stallion, “He needs to speak with you.”
“Okay, Darlin. I’m gonna step out to finish this call. The Doc is gonna come in but don’t worry he is one of us and I will be right outside the door.” He waits for me to nod then raises the phone to his ear as he heads out the door.
Less than 5 minutes later in walks a ruggedly handsome man with dark brown hair, a 5 o’clock shadow, and with a set of dog tags hanging from his neck. His steps falter when he gets his first good look at me. I think the thing I was most afraid of was the looks of pity but none of these men look at me with pity. When they look at me their looks are straight up murderous. As if coming out of a fog, he shakes his head, “Sorry little one. I’m the doc but most people just call me Doc. I was a field medicin Afghanistan, Marine corps. So just by looking I’d say your eyebrow and lip will need stitches. I was told you had trouble walking, can you tell me where the pain is when you try.”
“The pain is kinda everywhere. My right ankle, right knee, my ribs, both sides of my hips, and . . .” I trail off casting my eyes downward in shame.
“Do you mind if I take a look?” When I don’t respond he adds, “Only what you are comfortable with.” I nod and he moves closer to the side of the bed. “I’m just gonna lift the shirt a little to check out your ribs. Is that okay?” I nod. He lifts the edge of my shirt, “I’m just gonna prod around your ribs a bit to see if this asshole broke anything, okay?” He begins running his fingers over my ribs applying small amounts of pressure here and there. “They may be cracked or bruised but nothing appears broken. I’ll wrap them for you in a bit. Is it okay if I move on to your ankle? You said right, correct?” He sits on the edge of the bed and lifts my foot up flexing my foot this way and that, I wince. “Sorry. Probably just a sprain best to stay off it and keep it elevated. Knee?” I pull up my skirt just over my knee. “Slight swelling. Knees are tricky without x-ray or MRI but we will have to keep an eye on it for now. Hips? I don’t need you to move any clothing, I can examine over your clothes.” He stands and hovers over me feeling and moving my hips. “Like I said before, without the equipment it’s hard to tell but I don’t think anything is broken. As for the sexual assault, I could get a female nurse friend to do the examination for you. I didn’t have much experience with sexual assaults back in the Marines. I can get you some meds though I’ll send out for them.”
“I don’t think I could take an exam right now.”
He nods, “Well, whenever you are ready I can get that setup for you. This next question is a little sensitive and I’m sorry but I gotta know all the meds to get. Are you on birth control or do you know if he used a condom?”
“I don’t know if he used protection. I was not conscious for that part. We normally did use them but I think this was about marking his territory so probably not.”
“Marking his territory?” He practically spits with disgust.
“Yeah he was convinced I was fucking his dad which is ridiculous considering Reaper is still locked up.”
“Wait, Reaper’s son did this?”
“Yeah. Sorry, I figured your brothers filled you in before you came in.”
“They did but I guess just the cliff notes. Now I get why Stallion had Reaper on the phone and why everyone seems so pissed. I mean this type of thing would generally cause anger but most of these guys can keep that shit locked down. Today it’s like barely leashed rage, hanging on by a single thread. Most of us helped raise that boy and this is not the way he was raised.”
“That’s not the man I thought I knew. We’ve been together for years and he’s never been violent or aggressive. I never saw this coming. I knew how he felt about Reaper, this is my fault. If I just never wrote him back or told him not to write. . .”
“Hey, hey, hey.” He says gently while grabbing my hand. “Don’t put that shit on yourself. This is all on him. If a few letters that were just friendly set him off, something was always gonna set him off. A smile from a stranger or someone being polite. It was never about you; it was him feeling like he owned you. No man owns any woman. The Club has a very strict code and in that code, which Dylan was raised on, is we don’t hurt women or children. He knew better.” There’s a soft knock at the door, “You can come in, Stallion. Listen, Little One, don’t you dare blame yourself for the actions of that piece of shit who knew better.”
“You better listen to him, Darlin. Dylan was raised in this; he knew you are protected by the club. None of this is on you.”
Reaching into the bag I hadn’t noticed him bring in, he starts pulling out medical supplies. Slipping on a pair of bluedisposable gloves, “Okay, let's take care of these stitches. I do have a local numbing agent, I don’t get to use it much with these assholes so I will be ensuring the area is numb before I begin.” I nod and he brings a needle up to my eyebrow, I feel the smallest pinch and then a cold tingly feeling.
He is quick and efficient with his sutures and after only a couple minutes he has finished suturing both my eyebrow and my lip and has my ribs wrapped. “Well, I’m leaving you in capable hands. I gotta make some calls for those meds. You take care, I’ll see you soon.” With that he gives me a soft smile and leaves the room.
“Reaper was pretty clear on his wishes for your protection. He has a cabin not far from here. It was purchased under one of the club’s businesses so it’s not under his name which means Dylan has no knowledge of it. “We have kept it clean and maintained while he was locked up. He wants us to set you up there. We will have people watching the outside 24/7, and I’ll be stopping by periodically to check on you until Reaper is out. I’ve already sent a prospect and a club bunny shopping for groceries, some clothes, and other necessities.” He pulls a chair up to the bedside.
