Reagan woke up, and her entire body hurt, hell, her head felt like a hard night of drinking gone wrong. Damn, what happened? When she tried to bring her hand up to her face, there was resistance she didn’t understand. Pulling harder, she realized that something was holding her hands behind her back. Slowly, she tried to open her eyes, but found she could only open them to small slits.
It took her brain a second to realize what she was seeing. Suzie was tied to the same bed she had seen all those months ago, and her brother, the fucker, was standing in front of her, taunting her. Hell, why hadn’t his ranting woken her sooner? Then like a flash, everything that had happened that day came back to her. Reagan knew what she needed to do. Clearing her throat, her mouth felt like it was filled with cotton. What had those assholes drugged her with and where the hell was the guy that had hit her with the car?
“Bobby,” at first it came out soft and gravely and he didn’t seem to have heard her, clearing her throat again she said his name louder this time, “Bobby!”
“Oh, so the princess finally decided to grace us with her presence, how nice of you, Reagan. Me and Suzie here have been getting to know each other again, haven’t we baby?” Bobby was stoking Suzie’s hair, reaching further down and cupped her breast.
“Leave her alone, Bobby,” Reagan screamed. “What’s all this about, anyway? I told you I would give you your cut. Why are we here? Hell, where are we?”
“Don’t pay stupid, little sister, you know exactly where we are. I think you’ve even been here before, maybe about six months ago, am I close?”
Bobby started to lift up Suzie’s t-shirt. She was bound by both legs and arms in a spread-eagle position, and her mouth covered with duct tape. The whimper that left her best friend while Bobby was lifting her t-shirt tore Reagan apart.
“Leave her alone, Bobby. I’m the one you want. Now tell me what the hell is going on.”
“What I want?” Bobby scoffed, getting up from the bed and walked over to Reagan. “You really need to ask me what I want? How about you get that little bitch Lexie back here, so that I can sell her ass to those fucking perverts or how about you make it so I didn’t have to shoot Ma and Paw in the head to cover my ass because the whole deal fell through, because of you? Or how about getting me my job and stop those sick fuckers from trying to take me out? What about giving me the money back I had to pay that junkie to run over your fat ass? Think you can do any of that Reagan?” The hit to her face was quick, but no less painful. “Or how about you get those fucking bikers off my back and pay me the money you cost me? Another hit just as hard. Damn Reagan didn’t know how much more her body could take.
“I have money, Bobby, you can have it all, I just need to go to the bank. Hell, just take me to my apartment, and I’ll write you a check. Just, please, let Suzie go, she doesn’t have anything to do with any of this.”
“Oh, you think you can cover what I lost Reagan?” That maniacal laugh was back, and Reagan cringed. Another hit and this one was hard enough to make her head start spinning. “You just happen to have a quarter of a mil lying around?” This time he only smacked her, but shit, it stung; it also cleared her brain a little somehow.
Bobby started pacing around the chair Reagan was sitting in ranting about stuff she had no idea about and pulling his hair. He looked like the maniac he was, but at least he was away from Suzie. Reagan would take his abuse, and she would live through it. What she would never be able to live through is Suzie getting hurt or worse because of her. Hell, she should have waited for Tank, neither of them would be here right now if she had. Why did she always have to be so stubborn?
For once in her life everything she ever wanted was right at her fingertips and what did she do? Fuck it all up. The only thing that gave her an ounce of hope was that Tank had been calling her, so he knew she was not at the Clubhouse anymore. That also meant that he would have come looking for her. Shit, she needed that tiny spark of hope to make it through this. Tank was coming, she had to believe that.
“Listen, Bobby, please, just let Suzie go. I will do whatever you want, she doesn’t have anything to do with any of this. Please.”
“What exactly is this, Reagan, do you even know? Do you know that your biker scum boyfriend’s Daddy likes to rape little girls and then has me kill them when he’s all done? How about that fact that those three assholes have a shipment of women coming in and they’re trying to cut me out now that your nosey ass is all up in their business?”
“No, Bobby, I didn’t. I was just trying to make a couple of bucks breaking into storage lockers, hell, I lost my job, I didn’t have any other choice. I only stayed at the club because I couldn’t pay for my rent. They kept me there, Bobby, I wasn’t allowed to leave.” Reagan started crying just like before, she was lying her ass off just like before but she this time was harder, all she wanted to do was beat the living hell out of her brother. The shit he was saying, hell, he was just as much of a monster as the other three. Killing little girls, selling women, selling children; what was wrong with him? What made a person agree or even want to do any of that shit.
Bobby stopped pacing and came right at Reagan gripping her hair hard enough to pull the chair back onto only two legs. Yelling and spitting right in her face he said one word, “LIAR!” He released her quickly causing the chair and her body to hit the floor. This time Reagan couldn’t help the scream of pain she felt. The asshole had broken one, maybe both of her wrists. You would think that would be enough, but not for her brother, no he had to start kicking her over and over again. She was going to die right here in this cabin where it all started.
Looking up to Suzie, she tried to mouth the words I’m so sorry. Suzie’s tear-filled face nodded back to her. Reagan decided that if this was the end, she wanted to think of the one thing that made her happy, Tank. She imagined her life five years from now, living in his cabin, holding a sweet little boy with his dusty brown wavy hair, with the same devious little smirk, and soulful blue eyes. She imagined Tank coming through the door walking right to them, kissing the little boy on the head and her on the lips and saying, ‘Love you Babe’ and as she always would, she said the words back. Damn, she wished that she had gotten to say the words.