Page 72 of Unbreakable

Arizona

LeavingMemphisguttedme, passing by the familiar sites of Melbres, the dive club where I had my first job, the clubhouse. I refuse to break down on the fucking train, so I tilt my head back and close my eyes and envision them, they’re what’s going to get me through this, or at least what I plan to get through. I let the vibrations of the train as it moves along the track lull me to sleep, thoughts of my men consuming me.

I slept for the whole ride, even more exhausted than I thought, only waking when we’re about three hours outside of town. With each minute the train grows closer, my stomach tightens and nausea overwhelms me. I could just end it now. It would be so easy, I wouldn’t care what happened to my family and the agonizing pain of missing my guys would be gone. I wonder if they found my note by now, if they’re pissed, and most of all, do they hate me? I almost hope they do, at least then it would make me leaving easier on them.

As the train pulls into the station, my heart drops into my stomach. I hesitate, allowing others to exit ahead of me, prolonging my exit from the train, heading for my funeral. It certainly feels that way. I make my way through the station, exiting out the front door moving to the right where the cabs are waiting. Normally I’d have just gotten on my phone and ordered an Uber, but I left it in my car back in Memphis.

Flagging one down, I open the back passenger door, toss my bag on the seat and slide in, shutting the door behind me as I tell the driver my parents’ address. The driver keeps attempting to make idle chit chat with me, which I return with only vague one or two word answers, until we’re finally pulling down the driveway to my childhood home. It still amazes me how beautiful it is, even though it's a far more extravagant home than I’d ever want. It’s just hitting nine A.M. so I know my father should be up, I’m secretly hoping he’s left already for the hospital or to work.

Pulling the doors open and stepping into what used to be my home, it feels like a vice grip clamping down on my heart, and all the oxygen is pushed from my body, slowly suffocating me. I opt to forgo seeing my father, and trudge up the staircase, towards my bedroom.

Walking through the door to my room I’m hit with the faint smell of cherry blossoms, Miranda must still come and change the air freshener plug-in I use to scent the room. Looking around, it becomes obvious she has continued cleaning the room, since there's not a trace of dust anywhere. I head over to the bed, falling face forward onto it and going straight to sleep.

I don’t know how long I've been asleep when my eyes slowly start to flutter open. Groggily I look around and see the bay window from my childhood home and I’m suddenly slapped in the face with the reality that this wasn’t a dream and I’m back home. I slowly sit up, when a voice speaks behind me scaring the ever loving shit out of me and I fall backwards off the bed onto the floor, hitting my ass hard.

“So glad you finally came to your senses and returned home. I’m sure your mother wishes you would’ve listened earlier. It would’ve saved her from having her accident.”

Looking over my shoulder I see him, the man from the club, Alexander, the one my dad sold me to.

“How the hell did you get into my bedroom?” I scream out in rage at him, gripping the bed as I pull myself up.

“First, you will learn that you don’t talk to me that way.” He looks pointedly at me. Standing slowly he walks to the door, opens it and calls out to someone. “Maxwell, can you come in here for a moment please and bring the restraints.”

“Restraints, what the fuck are you talking about? Where the hell is my father, and how did you get in here?” I bark out, already feeling deep in my soul this isn’t going to end well.

Casting my eyes away from Alexander I see a man closer to my age, probably in his mid to late twenties, darker skin tone than Alexander with wavy black hair and piercing dark green eyes. If my heart wasn’t already captured by four men in Memphis, he would be the type I’d try to get with. Looking down, I see black leather cuff restraints in his hands.

“What the fuck are you going to do with those?” I demand, stepping backwards, bumping into my bed and falling backwards onto it.

“Why, just teaching my fiance a lesson. Maxwell, put them on her son.” he commands his, I’m assuming son, as he makes large strides across the room towards me. He yanks my arm back and places the cuff around my wrist.

I try to fight against him, pounding my fists into him and kick my feet out. It’s only when I try to kick again, I feel a tight grasp around my ankles and someone jerks me, drawing my attention from my struggle.

Looking down I have to do a double take, as the person holding my legs is the mirror image of Maxwell, who's just achieved the upper hand and has my left wrist encased in the cuff and is now attaching the other end to the bedpost.

“Fuck you all, you’re going to pay for this. I don’t think this was part of my father's deal.” I scream at him as he leers over me with a sadistic smirk on his face.

“Oh dear girl. Your father was the one who let us in and gave up all rights to any say in what happens to you. That little deal he made with you was never his to make, you should’ve been here with me, being taught how to be my wife. I must admit though, watching you dance made me rock hard. I’m going to make sure to have a pole installed in our bedroom for you.”

I turn to the men holding me, hoping they would see reason and release me. "Please let me go, please don’t do this.” I beg over and over as they look at me with blank expressions, but there is something in their eyes that tells me they don’t want to be doing this. But why? I should’ve never come home, if I stayed, my guys could’ve protected me, helped me. Why didn’t I just tell them? My family deserves nothing from me.

They just stare, never responding as he takes my free hand, attaching the cuff and hooking it to the other bedpost. Maxwell moves to his doppelganger, taking one of my legs and doing the same as my arm until finally they have me spread eagle on the bed, with no way to defend myself, vulnerable to anything they do to me.

“Thank you sons, now that we have that sorted, let's get down to business.” Alexander begins to speak as his sons move back across the room towards the door. The one whose name I don’t know takes one final look at me, and I swear I see something akin to remorse in his eyes, before they leave the room, shutting the door behind them.

“Now that the children have left the room. This behavior of yours will not be tolerated, I have no problem beating you into submission. We have a few parties coming up, which you'll be attending at my side and you will act appropriately. I’d hate for another accident to happen to your mother if there are any other outbursts like the one you just had. Now I’m going to leave you here like this while you think about your choices.” He stands, turning to the door, opening it and disappearing into the hallway, slamming the door behind him. If it wasn't so quiet in the room, I’d have missed the click sound of a lock, the fuckers put a lock on my damn door on the outside. How the hell am I going anywhere chained to the fucking bed like an animal?

I start to scream, with no answer, no ones coming to help me, only stopping when my voice becomes hoarse. Finally relenting, I lie there, cursing myself for being such an idiot and not getting help from the Hellions. I saw what they did for Ash. I mean I know I’m not the club princess, but being with Bash and Jace, surely they would’ve helped me. Wouldn’t they?

I don’t know how long I’m lying there, time passing slowly with no one coming back in the room. I begin to feel the urge from my bladder, begging to be emptied.

“Hey, hey you morons. I know someone is out there, I need to piss.” I scream out, the pressure on my bladder growing. I really don’t want to pee myself. The way they have my legs spread, I can’t even squeeze them together to attempt to hold it in.

“Hello, come on please. I need to use the bathroom. Are y’all that big of assholes you’re going to let me piss all over myself?” I scream out, a little more shrill this time, desperation seeping through my words.

It feels as if I wait an eternity and I’m almost at the verge of losing it, no longer able to hold it, when I hear the click of the door before it opens and one of the doublemint twins walk through.

“You can stop the incessant screaming. Just know, if you try anything, I have no problem putting a bullet in your brain.” he tells me gruffly, and I can feel deep in my soul he absolutely means what he said. He undoes the cuffs one by one, quickly pulling out his gun after releasing the last cuff, but I’ve already jumped and ran for my ensuite restroom, barely getting my pants and panties down before the stream starts flowing, and at the rate it’s going it’s not stopping anytime soon. I let out that “ahhhh” at the relief of the pressure on my bladder subsiding.

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