Page 8 of Venom
As far as anyone is concerned, I was with the girls when two members of the Hyenas were killed.
I smirk and quicken my steps, ready for this, even if it makes me a killer.
“I swear, Joey, I’ll pay you the money tomorrow after I get paid. I need a hit,” some guy pleads an hour later, and I quietly look around the trash bin to see a guy in a suit on his knees begging, and I roll my eyes while the two Hyena members laugh.
I swear the things people do for their next fix.
“Alright, Ollie, just this once, but tomorrow, you pay triple,” a guy with long caramel hair says, and the guy, Ollie, flinches but sorrowfully nods before a white bag is handed to him.
His whole body lights up before he stands up and runs away like his ass is on fire, and the men laugh as they turn to watch him go, and I know this is my opportunity.
I’ve been crouched behind this bin for at least an hour watching these two give out at least nine bags of cocaine to idiots, and not once have I managed to get this kind of opportunity. I mean, I’m even twenty minutes late meeting the girls, and I know Ivy is going to kill me.
I clutch the metal pole in my hand, my eyes on the taller guy with more muscles.
I need to take him down first, hit him at least twice, hard in the head to kill him, before I take down Goldilocks. I mean, seriously, his hair reaches his butt and is even curly like he actually curled it himself.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly move from my position. Without making a noise, as Goldilocks takes out a smoke and lights it, I pull my arm back and swing, hitting the taller man hard, making him grunt and fall to his knees.
“What the fuck!” Goldilocks snaps, but before he can turn, I swing the pole again and swing it even harder into the back of the taller guy’s head.
A dent is visible as he falls to the ground with a thump, blood instantly pouring, his chest not moving, but I don’t stop to relish it or more accurately, panic and throw up, instead, I swing the pole again high and smack it into Goldilocks's kneecaps.
“Ah, you stupid bitch!” he shouts, but I ignore him and swing again, aiming for his head, but before I can make contact, he quickly grabs the pole, making me gasp.
I yank it back as he sneers at me, his yellow teeth coming into view, and he pulls me forward hard.
Thinking fast on my feet, I let go of the pole, something he wasn’t expecting, making him grunt as he nearly falls but catches himself before my fist hits his face causing his head to move to the side with a grunt leaving him.
I pull my leg back, ready to kick him, trying to ignore the fear that rushes through me at my sudden change of situation but before I can connect with his stomach he grabs my foot and pulls me down quickly. Losing my balance and falling to the floor with a lump and I grunt as pain shoots through my knee cap before suddenly, my foot is yanked and I’m being dragged further into the alleyway causing my top to lift and little bits of broken glass to drag across my exposed stomach.
I kick out, trying to ignore the pain in my stomach, needing to kill this guy, not wanting to fail, but absolute gut-wrenching fear fills me as the guy stands on my calf, then yanks my jeans and panties down.
No, no, this is not going to happen, I refuse.
I scream out and begin to thrash, and he quickly grips my hair, lifts my head, and then suddenly pain hits me hard as he smashes my head against the concrete, and dizziness consumes me when he does it two more times for good measure, and I feel a crunch in my nose.
Trying to breathe through the pain despite only being able to taste blood, I go to kick out again, but instead I gasp out a scream as sharp, shooting pains spread through my spine as something sharp drags down my back. I begin to tremble, my eyes blackening, the pain too much to handle before my head is smashed again against the concrete again, and my whole fight is gone, my body hurting too much to move as it goes numb before I feel my jeans and panties move past my ankles.
I know what is about to happen. I know how my life is about to end.
I’m about to be raped before I die.
There’s nothing I can do, my head is spinning, nausea is pulling me as my hips are lifted. I sob at the pain that flitters through me before more pain hits my spine as something sharp pierces my skin yet again next to the other painful part before suddenly, his member is at my entrance and my insides burn, my walls tearing as this evil piece of shit tears through my virginity and he laughs, “A fucking virgin!”
I was stupidly saving that for Venom…
He thrusts quick and hard and I can’t even move to stop him even as two blurry figures enter my vision at the mouth of the alleyway, instead, the struggle to breathe becomes hard as the guy gasps, his voice sounding like it is under water, “You think you can kill my guy, huh?” before everything goes black, the only happy thought is that I’ll get to see my daddy again…
“The gash on her spine, it’s deep, too deep to stitch without it being noticeable, we’ve had to pull her skin quite tight to close it,” I hear before sobs echo around me, “Her head injury,” the voice sighs, “She’s lucky to be alive.”
“She won’t survive this. We’ve already had to admit her once,” I hear Mama sob, but I don’t open my eyes, don’t allow everyone to know I’m awake despite the feeling to choke overwhelming me from whatever is shoved down my throat.
“Daddy, I can’t lose my friend,” I hear Ivy sob, and my eyes tear up.
This never should have happened. I was either supposed to be able to kill both men or die trying. I wasn’t supposed to survive.
I failed.
