Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 422(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
Her face was void of makeup, and the scrapes and bruising stood out starkly against her white complexion. The shirt made her look like her chest was non-existent, but I knew there were two perky beautiful breasts rubbing against the softness of my shirt that swallowed her whole. The green shorts fell below her knees allowing me to see the bandages covering her scraped knees. When her eyes met mine, my knees shook. The pale blue of her eyes looked dull, almost like there was little life left in them.
She came to a halt about three feet from me, looking so lost that I opened my arms for her and she didn't even hesitate. She walked right into them, and wrapped her arms around my back making fists while clenching the back of my shirt.
"Are you ready to talk about it?” I asked her.
"No. But I will anyway.” She said.
I walked her to the kitchen chair and sat her down very carefully to avoid the wound on her back.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?” I asked.
"Have any coke?” She asked.
Walking to the fridge, I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t even going to touch the ‘coke’ comment. Picking up a Mountain Dew from the top shelf, I handed it over.
Eyes wide at the realization that I had her favorite drink; she held out her hand and muttered, “Thanks.”
I kept the drinks just in case she happened to show up. I wasn’t going to into why I did this, since it wasn’t something I was ready to acknowledge quite yet.
Ember
“I was walking out to my car from the side entrance to the gym.” I said.
I fiddled with the tab on the coke can, flicking it back and forth until it broke off at the letter g.
Ember
"I was walking out to my car from the side entrance to the gym.” I said.
I fiddled with the tab on the coke can and flicked it back and forth until it broke off at the letter g.
I’ve done this game since I was a little girl, normally breaking the tab off at the desired letter of the alphabet that was the first letter of my crush’s name. This time I didn’t have to, it came off on its own. Hell yes. I started to do a little shimmy until the stabbing pains from the knife slice on my back brought me back to the moment.
I looked up and saw that Gabe was patiently waiting for me to continue. Apparently, I’ve done this before. Often times I find myself thinking about random stuff in the middle of conversations. It always starts little, and then my mind wanders, and before I know it I’m thinking about what pair of panties would feel the most uncomfortable to wear.
A throat clearing brought me back the second time.
"Anyway, I just saw two of the kids get in the car and drive off when I turned to lock the gym up. I walked around the corner of the gym heading towards my car when a large body slammed into me."
I took slow calming breaths to calm myself, trying to slow my heart rate. My heartbeat didn't speed because of the attempted rape. No, it was speeding because Gabe was looking at me with death in his eyes.
Don't get me wrong, I’m scared that I was beaten and almost raped. I'm more upset because I wasn't able to defend myself. I never wanted to be that vulnerable again.
I also never wanted to see Gabe look like this again. If I didn't know him as well as I did, I’d be freaking out. As it is, my heart and breathing sped up. I also was developing a little bit of over active pit sweat.
Furthermore, it turned me on. The fierce protective look in his eyes did something weird inside of me. It was almost as if my heart knew that he was pissed off enough to kill someone, and it was all because I was hurt. His fists clenched at his sides, veins popping out, skating like ropes all the way up his arm. Sparks flew out of his eyes. His muscles bulged and then relaxed, as if he was physically keeping himself in the chair. All of this because of little old me.
Chapter 2
Four wheels move the body, two wheels move the soul.
-Biker truth
Gabe
"What next?" I asked her.
The question came out sounding calm and remote. Which couldn't have been further from the truth. My mind was fighting my body, my body wanted to kill the "almost" rapist. To pull him apart with a pair of pliers, one chunk of flesh at a time. Starting with his dick.
My mind however knew that I needed to calm myself and focus on Ember because it was possible she knew more than what she thought she did.
I made myself remain sitting in the kitchen chair, looking calm cool and collected. The can of Coors in my hand didn't receive the same fate. It had long since bit the dust. It was completely crushed, and now that I thought about it, my hand ached from the grip I had around the crushed aluminum.
Not like it mattered. There was a sharp pain somewhere in the vicinity of my heart that overshadowed any other pain I had.
I had a fucked up childhood. On top of my shit upbringing, my three tours in Iraq and Afghanistan only compounded my problems.
"He tackled me from behind. I was stunned at that point and didn't react much until he grabbed my hair and ground my face into the gravel.
I was on my stomach when I felt the burn run down my back. I was screaming and trying to fight back, but he was a lot stronger than me. Luckily I had my phone in my hand and was able to speed dial you. I got knocked out at some point, when I woke the guy was gone and there were a few police officers walking up to me. You know what happened from that point.” She said in a flat voice with no emotion at all.