Chapter Nineteen

Becca

 

 

 

 

I feel myself start to wake up, but I don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want to wake up in the nightmare I can’t escape.

"Angel?" I heard Storm's voice, and for a minute I think I'm dreaming.

My hands move feeling sheets underneath me. I try to move my leg, but instead of pain it just feels heavy. I open my eyes and see that I'm out of the cabin and in Storm's room at the clubhouse.

He found me.

“God, it’s so good to see you awake. I’m so fucking sorry this happened” He brings one of my hands to his mouth and places a kiss on it.

Everything hurts, and I don't want to move. "How?" is all I can get out, my throat is raw probably from screaming.

I called your brother; he helped me track your phone and find you. My eyes widen, I guess Pat's insanity actually paid off this time. Looking at Storm, I have so many questions. But none of them matter right now.

“I know you’re wondering, how I was connected. I just—“

“No,” my raspy voice tries to object.

"Stop, it's okay. I should have told you after that first night, but I was scared I'd lose you." I start telling her everything just like I did with the brothers when I had realized our connection. "I ran, but I should have left an anonymous tip or something I'm so sorry babe. I understand if you can never forgive me for this because I don't know that I could." His eyes are so full of sadness.

I reach my hand up, even though I have to push through the pain to do it. Running my fingers over his cheek, I try to comfort him.

“I don’t deserve you.” He leans down placing a kiss on my lips, but I wince from the cut I have. “Just so you know you never need to worry about that fucker again. He’s gone.”

I nod. A yawn escapes my mouth, and my eyes feel heave.

"Doc said the meds would make you tire. Get some rest I'll be here when you get up." He places a kiss on my forehead, and I start to drift off no matter how much I try to fight it.

 

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I wake up, but this time when I open my eyes, Pat is sitting in the room. "Hey, sister. You scared the hell out of me."

“Hi,” I say my voice stronger then it was before.

“As much as I hate to admit I was wrong. That guy, he’s decent. Even if he’s a criminal. He’s a criminal that I’d trust you with any day of the week.” He gives me half a smile.

"Love you, brother." I reach for his hand and squeeze it.

“I’m going to be in town a few days while you get better. But I can’t stay here too long. This place isn’t exactly federal agent friendly.” He rolls his eyes. I laugh but wince at the pain it causes. “He makes you happy?”

I nod as the door opens and Storm comes walking in. I can’t help the smile that breaks out across my face.

"Well shit," Pat says. "You treat her right, got me?"

Storm nods at him and reaches out to shake his hand. This is a sight I never thought I'd see. "Love you, sister." Pat leaves, and Storm comes back over to sit with me.

“How are you?” I know he doesn’t just mean physically.

Anthony tortured me, and the way he got enjoyment out of it will leave me haunted. "I'll get past it. The cuts and bruises will fade. At least you got there before he…" my voice trails off. I don't even want to say it. He said he was going to clean off and then he'd fuck me before he cut me up into tiny pieces.

“Before what babe?” Storm seems confused.

“He was…” I take a deep breath. “Before you got there he was going to rape me.”

He sits back in the chair and looks over at me. “He didn’t?”

I shake my head a chill running through me.

“Thank God.” His hands scrub his face while a small laugh escapes him.

“What could be funny?”

"We had him here. He said he said he did, but I think that was just because he thought it'd make me end him quick. He was dead wrong." Storm stands up and lays down in bed next to me careful not to touch me.

"Hold me," I whisper only loud enough for him to hear me.

“You sure, I don’t want to hurt you.”

I nod, “I want you too. I’ve never felt safer then I do in your arms.”

He pulls me close to him and even though it hurts I hold it in.

It’s worth it.