Page 7 of Fury
Skylar is sweet, too sweet for the likes of the club and the brothers fucking around on their old ladies, and she certainly doesn’t need to be around Anna and be reminded she was a result of a fucked up situation, but unfortunately, Brick doesn’t give a shit.
All that man cares about is himself.
Hopefully, though, I’ll only have to do this for a few weeks then I won’t have to speak to her again.
Chapter 2
Skylar – Eighteen - Eight Months Later
I furrow my brows as I go through the essay I had to write, which took me a freaking week and is due tomorrow for twenty percent of my grade for my cost accounting class. Mumbling under my breath, reading as I gently tap my pad with my pen, my concentration not as good as it normally is. That may be because my egg donor, Melissa keeps calling my phone.
Heck, it’s vibrating right now for the tenth time since I sat in the campus library two hours ago.
I don’t live in the trailer anymore. I haven’t since I was sixteen and committed a crime I never thought I’d commit, but I don’t regret doing it.
Anna got me a two-bed apartment, putting it in her deceased Uncle’s name that none of the brothers are aware even existed. She comes by every day to make sure my laundry doesn’t needdoing and to basically feed me before leaving when I’m in bed, trying not to raise suspicions with Brick who I have not had any contact with and don’t plan on having any.
The man is a grade-A jackass, both him and his son, especially with how they’ve treated Anna, something she hasn’t realized I know about, and where that woman is concerned, whoever hurts her is not allowed in my life.
She raised me and helped guide me on the right path.
Anna was the one who helped me choose the right college and helped me debate which major I wanted to pursue, something I wasn’t one hundred percent sure of, as my two choices were completely far apart.
Social worker or Accountant.
I want to help children who were in my position to help find someone as great as the woman who has basically raised me since I was the scared eight-year-old girl who blamed herself for ruining the woman’s marriage. I also love to work with numbers so Anna has helped me gain the best of both worlds.
I’m currently taking classes in cost accounting, auditing, and taxation while also pursuing my degree in social work, which will take me roughly four years to complete, now three, as I have doubled my workload.
I don’t want to take years and years to get to where I want to be, which is why I’m double majoring. Having Anna by my side has made things a lot easier, and after I graduate, I’m going to start my own accounting firm alongside a nonprofit to help raise money for children in the system. This will enable them to have the life they deserve while also helping them find their forever homes.
I know it’s a lot to try and do, a lot of degrees to gain to have the best of both worlds, but every child deserves to have an Anna in their life, and with me doing both degrees together, the time frame hasn’t changed.
My phone rings again, and I sigh and look down to see it’s Melissa again, and I silence the call.
I know what she wants – money.
It’s the only time I’ll hear from her, and if I don’t comply, she threatens to go to the police instantly causing fear to build up inside me, but the last four times she’s called over the weeks I’ve ignored her at Anna’s request. Melissa hasn’t reported Peter missing, her nasty piece of shit boyfriend and Anna says I shouldn’t be worried about her threats, but it’s not me I’m worried about if she does go through with her threats, it’s Anna. Still, she’s adamant Melissa won’t report what happened because he’s apparently got a warrant out for his arrest for theft and assault and apparently Melissa is a witness to it but hasn’t come forward despite people giving her description to the police. Besides, they won’t find his body or evidence anyhow, or so Anna says…
I swallow hard, the memory clear as day, yet regret is nowhere to be found.
“Get off me!” I scream and kick out at Peter, and he chuckles, his hand going between my legs, and bile rises as I struggle even more, shoving my body side to side to knock him off.
I walked in after Anna dropped me off, intending to lock myself in my small room, but instead, Peter snatched me from behind while Melissa chuckled on the dirty couch high as a kite.
I was hoping they would both be passed out.
Dammit, I should have taken up Anna’s offer to live in an apartment she owns, but I was worried about what Melissa would do if I left, more to Anna than myself.
Despite her hurt, she still loves my father, her husband, who has only tried to contact me twice since that day at the diner. Melissa has not only threatened to claim rape which would destroy Anna despite what she says, but she’s also threatening to kill herself if I left or had anything to do with the club,something I do want, but I really don’t want her death on my shoulders.
“You’ve barely been home, Skylar,” Peter grunts, “I wanted to show you how much I’ve missed you.”
“Besides, it's not like that bitch can do anything, she’s already gone,” Melissa slurs and my breathing picks up as Peter tries to put his hands down my jeans, and I scream,“Get off me,”before I fling my head backward, connecting with his nose making him shout in pain and Melissa gasps as the door flings open.
Peter’s weight is off me in seconds, and I stumble before I notice Anna hitting him over and over, shouting, “Think you can touch my daughter, huh, huh?!”
“Well, I had you, so why not,” Peter chuckles, not refuting the title that makes my heart flutter as Anna freezes, and I take a step forward in confusion at the pain etching in the woman’s features. A woman I love more than life itself, a woman I see as my mother, who has stood by me, ensured I’m fed and have clothes, day in and day out for the past eight years.
