Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72931 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
It feels as though I’m punched in the chest. I missed her. The only friend I’ve made in a long time and she’s here. I burst into tears and run over to her. We hug and both cry, neither of us able to talk. Once we’ve calmed, she pulls away to cup my clammy cheeks.
“You’re sick.” Her brows furrow together in concern. Stormy might be a badass biker babe, but most times she feels like a worried big sister.
“Yeah.” I tug from her grip. “I need to brush my teeth.”
She watches me as I scrub away the filth. “Did he rape you?” Her expression is unreadable.
I freeze at her words and spit into the sink. “Who?”
“Koyn.”
Not my father.
“No. We just cuddled.” I rinse and spit again before wiping my face on a towel.
Her blond eyebrows hike up her forehead. “Cuddled?”
“But then he was gone this morning.” My shoulders fall forward. “He’s gone now.”
“And throwing all kinds of a bitch fit downstairs.” She lets out a heavy sigh. “I’m so sorry about all of this.”
“It’s not your fault,” I say fiercely because it’s not. She’s my friend.
“If I could have stopped it…I mean…I should have…” She drifts off and bites on her bottom lip. “Just give me some time. I’ll find a way.”
Her cryptic words are confusing. I cross my arms over my chest, cocking my head at her. “What way? How?”
Before she can answer, a wave of sickness hits me again. I fly to the toilet but don’t puke this time. I just hug the porcelain bowl, feeling sorry for myself. Stormy squats beside me and pulls my hair back.
“Is this a virus or…” she trails off, leaving the question hanging.
Or am I pregnant?
My first thought is Dad and I almost throw up again. The moment passes when I remember the condoms. Dad and Junior always used them. The only ones who don’t are Magna and Koyn. Magna fucked me a few times this week. But I haven’t had a period in a while, which means it can’t be his, thank God.
“I, uh,” I croak out, doing the math in my head. I should have started my period a couple of weeks ago. “I think I’m pregnant with Koyn’s baby.”
“Fuck,” Stormy curses. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“This is bad, huh?” My chest aches as tears form. Why can’t anything ever be good?
“Really bad,” she mutters. “For so many reasons. Reason number one and the most important at this time is that he’s going fucking insane down there. He’s furious at himself for getting drunk and letting you use him.”
“Use him?” I shriek. “I did what I had to do to get out of that cold hell hole and into better living conditions. I was surviving not using.”
She strokes my hair and purses her lips together. I can tell she’s torn by an inner decision in her head, but I don’t know what. “I can’t get you out of here just yet,” she says in a pained voice. “The timing isn’t right.”
“They’ll kill you if you try to get me out of here,” I warn. “You know how crazy they all are. Even Filter.”
I expect her to be offended or argue, but she nods. “I know, honey. I know.”
The door to the bedroom flings open as men barge in. They file into the bathroom. Stormy stands, taking a protective stance on my behalf. If the situation weren’t so shitty, I’d hug her for it.
Koyn, looking cruel and hateful, glares down at me with Filter and Halo at his sides.
“Get up,” he commands, his voice icy.
“She’s sick,” Stormy snaps.
Filter’s eyes narrow at her and his jaw clenches. Halo stares on with cool indifference.
“I don’t give a rat’s ass,” Koyn roars. “I said get the fuck up. You’re going back to the slaughterhouse like the piece of shit Genworth pig you are.”
“No!” Stormy cries out, shoving Koyn in the chest. “You can’t do that to her!”
I stand on shaky legs and hug my arms around my middle. I don’t want Stormy to get hurt because of me.
“Filter, get your bitch before I do something that’s gonna piss you off,” Koyn warns. “Right the fuck now.”
Filter grabs Stormy and hauls her to his chest. She kicks and screams, trying to get away.
“Calm the fuck down,” Filter warns.
“She’s pregnant with your baby, Koyn. Remember that when you decide to use her in your fucked up revenge game,” she spits out at Koyn.
His hard features go emotionless as he darts his gaze my way. He roams his eyes down my body, settling at my stomach, before meeting my stare. “This true?”
I grit my teeth and shrug.
His dark eyes flash with fury. “Everyone out.”
Halo leaves and Filter has to drag Stormy out. I stare after them and shiver when I finally meet Koyn’s eyes again.
“You think this absolves you from your part in this game?”