Page 85 of Clash
Alex and I walked hand in hand toward the flower shop. I was happy to open the store again today, and the fact that Karen trusted me to do so, after almost a week of being gone, meant so much to me. Even though I had my money back, I felt like I owed it to Karen to keep on working. I loved her, almost as much as I loved the sexy biker who had swept me off my feet so effortlessly.
“Mommy, do you like Mr. Clash now?”
I laughed, because after the last few nights I had with Clash, I liked him very much. But I wasn’t sure how to tell Alex that, so I said the first thing that came out of my mouth. A blatant lie…
“Yes, Alex I do.”
Alex grinned. “Do you think that Mr. Clash is still a bad man?”
Was he a bad man? The lines had blurred so much since we met that my judgment was highly clouded. He was still a dangerous biker—but that dangerous biker was now mine.
“Mr. Clash isn’t a bad man, but he has done some very bad things, Alex. I don’t want to get us in another situation like we did your daddy, so I’ve been keeping my distance from him.”
“Then why were you in Mr. Clash’s bed last night?”
I went stark still, not sure how to respond to his question.
“Mommy was just cold, Alex.”
“And tired,” Alex added. “You kept breathing really hard and saying Mr. Clash’s name.”
My cheeks reddened in embarrassment. I can’t believe that Alex heard us. “We were just playing a game.”
“Oh! I like games. Was it like the game we used to play where we jump on the bed and act like monkeys? Because the bed was pretty squeaky, and the only time that happens is when someone is jumping on a bed.”
I laughed, I couldn’t help myself. Leave it to my son to call me out on my shit without even knowing it. “Yes, Alex, Mr. Clash and I were jumping on the bed. Just like monkeys.”
Alex gripped my hand, forcing me to come to a stop just shy of the front door to the store. “Mommy, can I play Monkeys on the Bed with you next time? I like playing games too.”
“Sure, Alex. If we play again, I’ll make sure you get to jump on the bed too.” Completely mortified, I rummaged through my purse, looking for the keys that were hidden inside. The second my fingers clasped the familiar metal rings, the screeching of tires came to a halt behind us, forcing me to look up.
“ALEX! RUN! FIND MR. CLASH!” I shouted, just as clammy cold hands covered my mouth, suffocating my screams as I’m ripped right out of my shoes and thrown into the back of a van. Imprisoned by thin hairy arms, I thrashed about, kicking and screaming the best I could.
“Shut the fuck up, you stupid slut!” a growly voice commanded. “Hold the bitch down, Weasel, and shut her the fuck up! I’m gonna catch the kid.”
I felt a fist hit my face, snapping my neck to the side with the forceful blow. “Keep moving and next time I’ll snap the whole thing,” a sinister voice whispered in my ear. “Mmm, I see whyhe likes you.” The voice laughed, as unwanted hands groped my breasts. “I’m going to enjoy playing with his toy.”
“The kid’s gone,” the other voice said, panting and out of breath.
“Fuck! We won’t get paid if both of them aren’t together.”
“Well, I can’t catch him. He slipped through a hole in a fence and took off running, then he was just gone. He’s small, he probably slipped into a hole somewhere.”
“Maybe she will do. Are you worth the money, bitch?” an angry voice growled into my ear. “Hopefully, you’ll be enough. And when I’m done with you, I’m going to find that little kid of yours, and sell him to the highest bidder.”
“Fuck you!” I screamed. “You won’t touch my son.”
“Maybe not,” he said with a laugh. “But I sure as fuck will touch you.” A slippery tongue trailed down my throat, just as my chest clogged with tears and raw fear. “And if you think Clash is somehow going to save you, bitch, you’re sadly mistaken. Clash only gives a fuck about himself.”
Cold air hit my breasts as my shirt was ripped upwards, and unfamiliar hands groped my breasts. “These tits are absolutely perfect,” he said seductively in my ear.
“Ratt, why don’t you come have a taste?”
Before the other man could get his hands on me, I felt the one behind me being ripped away, and what sounded like a body hitting the ground outside the van.
“Don’t you fucking touch her!” an all too familiar voice commanded, making my veins frost over with fright.
Eric…
