I waited till I knew he was asleep. I knew I couldn’t stay. No matter how much I wanted to stay I knew I couldn’t. I knew he would most likely be pissed but I couldn’t risk staying the night. I’ve stayed longer then I was supposed to to begin with.
I wouldn’t make him into a target or anyone else here. They were all too nice.
I gathered my clothes once I safely and carefully extracted myself from Wicked’s embrace. Something I didn’t really want to do. I felt oddly safe there.
I got dressed quickly and quietly. I didn’t want to wake him. He looked too peaceful to wake. I wasn’t sure if he’d forgive me for leaving like this but I knew I needed to. After all I didn’t want anything to happen to him or the others here.
I stunk out of the room and down the stairs. I thought I would make it to the door until a voice made me stop and curse under my breath.
“Where are you off to?” I turned to the voice and saw Faith with her arms crossed.
“I need to get home...” I said sadly.
“Why?” Faith asked. “I don’t see Wicked kicking you out considering... So why do you need to get home?” She continued to ask.
I sighed. “It’s a long story... But the short version is that I can’t leave the puppy alone for too long... And I’m afraid I’ve been gone too long...” I lied. “I’m sure there’s a huge mess I have to clean up...” I added. Which wasn’t exactly a lie. There would be a mess just not of the puppy kind.
“Oh! I’ll give you a ride... Ryan is out back with my dad and mom and Megan I have no idea where she got to...” Faith said but grabbed a set of keys off the table. “Come on...” Faith said walking past me.
“Okay...” I said following her out of the house and to a car that I’ve seen before.
We got in and drove out of the driveway.
It was mostly quiet the whole ride. Until Faith decided it was time to break that silence.
“Do you regret it?” Faith asked.
“No... It felt right... If that makes sense...” I answered truthfully.
“It does... I felt the same with Rye...” Faith said as she turned onto my road. “You know... If you’re in any kind of trouble you can trust us right...” Faith added after parking in front of my place.
“I’ll keep that in mind... But I’m not in trouble...” I said opening the door.
I know I should look her in the eyes to say it. But I just couldn’t. I can’t lie to peoples faces. Specially hers.
“Crystal... You can trust us...” Faith said in a pushing tone.
Trying to urge me to spill my secrets to her. I just can’t.
“I know...” I said before I shut the door and walked away.
She can’t know. None of them can know.
I get to my door and unlock it as I heard Faith drive off.
I sighed and walked inside closing the door behind me.
Instantly, I knew right then, that that was a mistake.
All I remember was feeling something hard and heavy hit the back of my head.
I don’t know how long I was there. But when I work up I was tied face down to the table in the basement with the box over my head. The table I always had to clean.
“Where were you my darling gem...” I heard his chilling voice say somewhere in the room.
“W-W-Work...” I answered.
He always made me nervous. Ever since I met him.
“Really, my darling gem... Then why are you covered in bite marks?” He asked, his tone was calm, way too calm for my liking.
I didn’t have any words. I couldn’t see anything, I could only hear. He was pacing by the sound of his boots against the floor. I could feel the coldness all around me. Meaning he stripped me so he could see.
“O-O-Okay... I-I-I went t-t-to this p-p-party afterwards...” I stammered out as I felt something very cold, very metal, and very sharp slide against my leg.
“Did you fuck him, my gem?” He asked.
There really was no use lying to him about it. He would figure it out sooner or later.
“Yes...” I answered.
“Why would you betray me like that, my gem?” He asked, he tone sounded sad and heart broken.
I knew better though. He doesn’t feel things like that. Never has. Emotionless completely.
“I’m sorry...” I managed to get out through grit teeth.
I wasn’t really sorry but if I wanted a chance of surviving tonight I had to lie. He made it easy for me too. He had me tied face down after all. You couldn’t see my face. But I also could see around me because of the damn box. I hated this thing.
“I thought we had an understanding, my gem... You were mine and only mine... Why would you let some other touch you?” He asked.
I swallowed the lump in my throat.
“Because I like him...” I said simply.
“What’s his name?” He asked.
“You don’t hunt and kill men...” I snorted because I knew what he was implying.
“Maybe so... But I might make an exception...” He countered.
“Not telling you... He doesn’t even know about you... No one knows you’re here... Don’t you think you would like to keep it that way?” I asked in a taunting tone.
I knew I digging my own grave but what the hell, I didn’t care at this point.
“You’re right... I would like to keep that way... And I will... You’re not leaving this house again...” He said just before he cracked something across my back causing me to scream out. “I’ll make sure of it...” He added with a manic chuckle before cracking me again.
~~Next Morning - Wicked’s Perspective~~
For some reason I felt cold and empty.
It took me a few minutes to realize the spot next to me was empty.
I jumped up to a sitting position and looked around frantically.
I didn’t see her or her clothes, well minus the white lace panties that still laid at the foot of the bed on the floor and the blood stain on my sheets. The only evidence of last night not being a dream.
I know how gross it sounded, but frankly I didn’t care. I didn’t want to wash the sheets. They smelled like her. But I’m not that sick in the head. I have her panties. I guess that would be enough for now.
I remember asking her to stay. So why didn’t she?
Anger. That’s all I felt.
I got up and got dressed not worrying about to putting a shirt on. Fuck that. I wanted to show of the marks that I noticed in the mirror. She paid me back for marking her like I did that’s for sure.
I threw the panties in the drawer of the night stand by the bed.
I stomped my way downstairs passing the other brothers like a blur. I had one person I was hunting down. The only person who could tell me where she is.
Once I got to the kitchen I saw Ryan and Faith with Wolf, Lion and Annabelle, and my sister. My eyes narrowed on my sister. She probably made her leave last night.
“I took her home at like 4 this morning...” Instead of my sister saying something, I heard Faith’s voice.
I snapped my eyes to her.
“Why?” I asked my voice still sounded horse.
“She asked me too... Said something about a puppy at home she didn’t want to leave unattended for too long...” Faith answered with a shrug of her shoulders.
“Why didn’t she say something? Especially after to told her to stay...” I asked, nearly whispering at the end.
Faith’s smile and giggle threw me off.
“Don’t take it personally... She needed to get home... I’ll talk to her Monday at school if I come across her... Don’t worry she’ll be back here before you know it...” Faith said.
I blinked. And again.
I sighed, “I guess... Do we have to wait till Monday?” I asked.
I hated how I sounded. I sounded like a whiny child. Not that I actually cared but I did hate it.
Everyone started laughing giggling and chuckling. I wanted to smack them all.
I grabbed a bowl and spoon out of the cabinet and a box of cereal. Grabbing the milk out of the fridge I sat down and poured myself a bowl of cereal.
I was still angry about this whole thing.
“If it’s any comfort at all... She said she didn’t regret it...” Faith said after moment of silence.
It was. A little bit of comfort. But it didn’t stop me wanting to see her now.
I could feel a heavy glare on me all through breakfast. I knew who it was. But I ignored them. She can be pissed at me all she wants I don’t care. I’m not planning on letting Crystal go anytime soon, that’s for sure.
“You better not fucking hurt her...” I heard my sister mutter under her breath.
This made me smirk. “That’s not my intention...” I whispered to her.
“Better not be...” Megan hissed in a low tone.
Monday came and gone. And nothing.
Faith said she wasn’t in school which she found odd since it was officially the first day of school.
But the same with Tuesday and Wednesday.
Megan attempted to text her all 3 days. And no answer apparently.
Thursday came and I was fuming. No one bothered me.
Megan attempted to contact to Dominic and no nothing. He hasn’t heard from her either. He said that he was worried because he wasn’t getting an answer when he called her either. She missed work all week so far. And he was ready to call Daniel.
Friday was here and I was restless. Snapping at anyone who attempted to talk to me or come near me.
Ryan the bastard, thought it was hilarious. He was sitting there laughing his ass off about it every time I snapped at someone. I was seriously ready to attack him next but the bastard would just laugh so more.
Faith was hunting her at school but came up empty. Well, sort of.
“Okay so, I went into the office to ask about her because we were supposed to share a class or 2 but she wasn’t there... And they said that she’s still a student but she has nothing but online classes now... So she won’t be in school at all...” Faith said as she sat down next to me.
Ryan hated how I relaxed when Faith was close. But I didn’t feel anything like that for her. She just gave me comfort I guess you could say.
“I have bad news...” Annabelle said as she came rushing into the room with a panic look on her face.
“Mom?” Faith questioned.
“Daniel called me... He said something was giving him a bad feeling so he personally checked on Cain Peters with a face to face... When he got there and was put in front of him... It wasn’t him... The ID bracelets were switched... He’s been out this whole time... Damn it!” Annabelle said as she kicked one of the chairs. “There was a prison break a few weeks ago but the one who escaped was who they thought... Cain switched places with another inmate... So only that one was listed as escaped and that’s the picture that everyone was shown...” Annabelle explained her tone turning hard.
“That would explain why she’s been so off lately...” Megan said but you could still hear the concern in her voice.
My blood was boiling at this point. Faith and Megan told me to let her be and let her come back on her own. But given this new information.
“I’m going to the house...” I said standing up while pushing the chair back.
I didn’t care anymore. I was going to go get her. Even if I had to handcuff her to me she was coming back with me. Whether she liked it or not.
“You shouldn’t go alone...” Annabelle said her voice still hard.
“He’s not... Let’s go brother...” Ryan said as he came to stand next to me with a clap on my shoulder.
I nodded my head and we headed out the door straight to our bikes.
She was going to come back with me whether she wanted to or not. I didn’t care, I’d hog tie her if I had to. She was coming back with me one way or another.
It’s been a week.
A week stuck here.
He just got got home and finally removed the collar and chain that held me here. I had about an hour before it would be put back on.
That meant I had time to get a shower and change. Hopefully grab something to eat before I was forced back to that room with that damn collar.
“I’ll be in the basement... Now be a good girl while I go play with my new toy...” He chuckled as he walked towards the basement door with a blonde hanging over his shoulder.
After the door was shut I booked it to my bedroom and grabbed clothes then I headed to the shower. When you only have an hour a day that you’re free you learn to cram as much into that time frame as you can.
My shower was quick but I was still able to do all the things you normal do in a shower under 15 minutes. Including shaving what you need. Though that part isn’t as easy as it looks when you’re covered in bruises and cuts and such. You had to take your time otherwise your bleeding again. Which just takes more time out of the time limit I have.
He allows me my school laptop long enough to get work done since he made me switch to all online classes so I couldn’t and wouldn’t leave.
His need for control is getting worst. And all I wanted to do was run.
I wanted to be anywhere but here.
And oddly, I wanted to be with him. I felt safe with him, like nothing could hurt me as long I stay with him.
I had finished my shower and got dressed before moving to the kitchen to grab something to eat. But I didn’t get far before I heard the rumbling of motorcycles outside my house.
′Fuck...′ I panicked internally.
I grabbed a hoodie off the back of the chair and threw it over my head to try and cover all the marks that I didn’t want to be seen, specially by him.
I had put my hair up but I quickly took it down to help with covering everything. Specially half my face. It was starting to turn yellow meaning the bruises were finally healing but there were some parts that were still purple and red.
I ran to the door careful not to make too much noise not to alert him downstairs.
I got there just as I saw Wicked reach the top of the steps. I opened the door stopping him in his tracks. I didn’t open it all the way, just enough for me to look out but still able to hide most of myself behind the door.
“W-W-Wicked... W-W-What are you d-d-doing here?” I managed to get out.
I was scared he was going hear but I couldn’t let the fear reflect in my eyes.
He looked like he was struggling with his words.
“He was worried about you...” I heard another voice come from behind Wicked. It was Ryan. “So, we decided to come check on you to make sure everything was alright...” Ryan added as he came beside Wicked who looked slightly relived.
“Y-Y-Yeah... I-I-I’m fine...” I said. I wanted to smack myself for stuttering.
Wicked made me feel nervous on top of other things.
“You sure...” Wicked’s voice was like a refreshing glass of water. It made me relax.
“Yeah...” I said looking down at the floor.
I couldn’t look at him. Well, at least without stuttering and blushing like a mad woman.
“Crystal... What’s that?” I heard Wicked ask but before I could figure out what he was talking about I was pulled out the door and pushed against the wall with my hoodie being pulled to the side.
′Fuck...′ I groaned internally.
“He’s here isn’t he...” Wicked’s voice was hard and angry.
“W-W-Who?” I asked.
“Cain...” Ryan answered his eyes narrowed on the door.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. I couldn’t look at either of them.
“N-N-No... H-H-He’s in p-p-prison...” I stammered out while still looking at the floor.
I was biting my bottom lip so hard I could taste the metallic taste of blood in my mouth.
I knew they would see right through me. I just knew.
“Bullshit...” Wicked growled before he pulled me towards him. “Let’s go...” He said pulling me down the steps.
I was scared to leave. I didn’t want to turn them into targets. I knew how Cain was. He would hunt me down and wouldn’t care who was in the way. He would kill them.
“I-I-I can’t...” I said pulling back on my arm.
Wicked’s glare told me to ′shut up and move′ but I couldn’t help the fear of everything that could happen.
“Let’s go...” Wicked said through grit teeth.
He didn’t want to let go and by the strength of his grip on my arm said he wasn’t going to.
I sighed. “Please... I don’t want any one getting hurt...” I muttered.
“No one will... Now let’s go...” Wicked said his voice softening just a tiny bit.
I just nodded. I felt safer with him anyway so I just followed him silently.
We got on his bike, which again I was scared of but with him I felt better.
We took off after he started it and I remember hearing someone yell my name as he drove away but I pushed it to the back of my mind. I’ll deal with it later.
After what I’m guess was 30 minutes we were pulling up to the clubhouse. The bike stopped and we got off.
I was scared to go any farther. And Wicked apparently saw it or sensed it, not sure which because he laced his fingers with mine and pulled me inside.
I hung onto his hand like my life depended on it. Which in a sense I guess it did.
He pulled me through the clubhouse up to the room I was in the first time I came here. I saw Annabelle, Faith, and Megan sitting around the table.
Faith was feeding Wolf.
Megan was chewing on her thumb nail.
Annabelle just looked bored, in my opinion.
But I could tell all of them had something on their minds.
“Look who we found...” Ryan announced walking up to Faith placing a kiss on top of her head.
“Crystal! Thank goodness you’re alright...” Megan said as she jumped out of her chair and made a bee line for me.
I braced myself for impact, but it never came. Instead I was pulled behind Wicked. Which my look on Megan’s face she wasn’t happy about that.
“Brother...” Megan said through grit teeth.
Wicked didn’t say anything. He just pulled me out from behind him as he went behind me pulling my hoodie to the side to show off my neck and shoulder while moving my hair from my face to show my full face.
I heard a bunch of gasps which made me close my eyes. I knew the looks I was getting already.
I hate that look in the worst way.
Though, there were one set of eyes that I knew didn’t hold pity in them. They held anger and hate. And I knew it wasn’t directed at me.
Overall I wanted to shrink so small that no one would ever see me. But that was highly unlikely to happen.
“What happened?” Annabelle’s voice made me open my eyes but I still couldn’t look at any of them.
“Don’t know... She hasn’t said a word since we pretty much just kidnapped her...” Ryan said with a shrug of his shoulders.
It made me wonder if they do this often. Just take people whenever they wanted.
Not that I was complaining, I didn’t mind being taken considering my other option. But now they would be targets and I didn’t want that.
“Crystal... Was it Cain?” Megan asked her tone just as hard as Annabelle’s was.
I knew I had to tell her. I had tell them all. There was no use hiding it now.
“Y-Y-Yes...” I stammered out looking down at my bare feet.
It is now that I realize that he didn’t let me grab any type of shoes for my feet. On top of that, I had no clothes with me either.
“How long has he been there?” Annabelle asked.
“Since I moved here apparently...” I said almost a whisper.
I didn’t want to be telling people.
Fear is a pretty strong feeling. It makes you do things that make no sense and it makes you second guess yourself. I hate Fear.
“Why didn’t you tell someone?” Megan asked. She sounded hurt. I don’t blame her.
“He said he’d kill them...” I said softly. “And me...” I added in more of a mutter under my breath.
I knew I was being selfish by lying only to keep myself alive.
I was a coward.
I’m not going to deny that.
Annabelle let out a heavy sigh. “You’re going to stay here until we can get him back in prison... After what he did the last time to you, you should have said something right away...” Annabelle said before getting up and walking out of the room.
Now that through me off. What did she mean by that?
I don’t remember much from back then. Not even how I got most of the scars.
I was confused.
But of course I didn’t have long to think about it since I was being pulled once again to follow Wicked. He pulled me upstairs straight to his room. But before we could get to the door it opened from the inside and walked out Riley who was pulling her shirt back on.
“Oh, there you are... I was wondering where you ran off to...” Riley purred before she stopped and glared at me. “Why is she here?” She hissed.
“Better question would be why the fuck were you in my room? I didn’t invite you that’s for sure... You’re not allowed here if you don’t remember what your brother told you...” Wicked growled. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me back against him. “You’re not welcomed here nor are you wanted here... Leave Riley and you better not set foot here again... Specially in our room...” Wicked said causing both mine and Riley’s eyes to widen.
“Our?” Riley asked.
“Yes, Mine and Crystal’s... No one else belongs in there besides myself or her... So get your ass out of here... Now!” Wicked spat.
“Fine... We’ll see how long this will last before you’ll be crawling back to me, just like before...” Riley said with smirk before walking down the stairs towards the front doors.
“God, I can’t stand that bitch...” Wicked muttered before pulling me into the room and shutting the door behind him. I landed on the bed with a little bounce when he pushed onto it. I was surprised by the action that’s for sure. “Explain why you left...” Wicked asked caging me in with his arms.
I didn’t know what to say. Because I wasn’t expecting that question to be the first one asked.
I blinked a few times. “I thought...” I began but I couldn’t say what I wanted.
“You thought what?” Wicked asked his eyes fixed on my mouth. “You thought I only wanted you once? I meant what I said... You’re mine...” Wicked growled before his hand found it way behind my head and his fingers tangled in my hair as his mouth smashed itself onto mine.
Again I wasn’t expecting that.
But what could I do or say at this point?
My mind was becoming fuzzy. I couldn’t think to save my life right now. Not that I wanted to. Hell if I were to die now, I’d be happy.
We parted for air after so long.
“I don’t want anyone else... Just you...” Wicked panted.
I couldn’t hold the blush back to save my life. Not that I wanted to.
“Why?” I found myself asking.
“Honestly?” He asked. I nodded. “I can’t explain it... I don’t understand it myself...” He said burying his nose into my hair. “All I know is that I want you and no one else...” He added in a whisper in my ear.
“I’m damaged... Bad news... And he will come and try to kill me... And anyone who stands in his way...” I said closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his shoulder.
“Let him try...” Wicked growled into my neck. “No one is going to take you away from me...” He said as he nipped at my neck.
My eyes slid closed as a moan escaped my lips urging him on.
Next thing I knew I was flat on my back with him pressed against me.
I winced and hissed as my back was pushed harder into the mattress. It still hurt despite it being soft. I haven’t laid on my back all week because of it.
Wicked stopped and pulled away his eyes narrowed on me.
He grabbed my arm and pulled me up before taking off my hoodie quicker then I thought was possible. Next was my shirt.
“Fuck...” Wicked growled. “Why did you say anything?” He asked soft as his fingers brushed against the gashes on my back softly. “When I see him... I will kill him...” Wicked growled before grabbing my arm and pulling me to the bathroom. “Strip...” Wicked all but demanded. I gave him a look that said ′Excuse me?′ and he chuckled. “Just do it...” He said opening the medicine cabinet above the sink.
I nodded and slid my yoga pants slowly down my legs since the material was sticking to the cuts. I tried not to make it obvious but I failed when I winced and hissed.
“Why? Why would someone do something like this to someone like you?” Wicked asked but I don’t think he wanted an answer because he looked like he was thinking out loud.
“I refused to tell him who you were...” I answered him anyway. “To tell him who I allowed to touch me...” I said through grit teeth at the memory.
He pulled my hair back into one of his hands. I shivered although I wasn’t sure if it was because of it being slightly cold or if it was his eyes on me. Hell for all I knew it was the latter.
“Why would it matter to him?” Wicked whispered in my ear as the tip of his nose slid lightly up and down my temple.
“He’s sick and deranged... He wanted me for himself...” I said through grit teeth.
Cain honestly made me sick. He was no better then my actual father. He was a sick fuck too.
“He won’t touch you again... I won’t let him...” Wicked whispered in my ear before giving me a small peck on the cheek. “This is going to hurt... So try to stay still...” He said throwing my hair over one shoulder.
He had me stand in the tub as he pour peroxide down my back. I bit down on my tongue and grabbed the wall because it did sting and burn for a few seconds. I panted after it started to dull. I can take pain but even I had my limits.
There was a knock on the door in the bedroom.
“Stay here... I have a feeling I know who it is...” Wicked said with a sigh before he exited the bathroom.
I heard a female voice from the other room. I wasn’t sure who it was yet.
But before I could figure it out the bathroom door open to reveal Faith.
“I’ll take over... Not that I don’t trust Wicked... Oh hell, who am I kidding, I don’t trust him not to keep his hand dick in his pants right now... Plus he’s no doctor...” Faith said as she stepped up to me. “Ryan though kind of had a tiny fit because of me coming up here... Trust me that’s a long story...” Faith giggled before starting where Wicked left off.
I don’t know how long we were standing there or how long we’ve been in there but it felt like a lifetime. But luckily all my wounds were now cleaned and from what Faith had said I only needed a few stitches here and there.
After a shower and Faith washing my hair again, I nodded my thanks as I pulled on an overlarge hoodie that she handed me and my yoga pants. I find yoga pant very comfortable and really you can wear them with almost everything.
She led me out of the bathroom where Wicked was sitting on the bed with his head in his hands and his elbows propped up on his knees.
“All finished...” Faith said as she walked past him. “Oh and let her heal before you decided to attack her...” Faith said causing my face to heat up and for me to look away and down to the floor.
“Yeah, yeah... Now get out before Ryan come back in here and tries to kill me for you even being in here...” Wicked said waving his hand dismissively.
“He wouldn’t do that... I wouldn’t let him... As annoying you are I don’t want to see anything happen to you... Oh and, don’t hurt her or I will not stop Ryan from killing you...” Faith said with an evil smug smile before exiting the room.
“She just loves to contradict herself...” Wicked muttered just loud enough for me to hear. “How are you feeling?” He asked.
“Better...” I said still trying to get my blush under control.
“Come here... Let’s rest a while... Megan called Dominic and Daniel...” He said getting up and coming over to me when I wouldn’t move.
“Great... Daniel’s going to be so pissed off...” I groaned as he wrapped his arms around me in a hug holding me to his chest.
I both hated and loved being with him. He was safe to me.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and just held on. I didn’t want to let go. But he let go only to drag me over to the bed and make me lay down.
When I thought was going to leave he surprised me by taking his shirt off and climbing in next to me. I curled up to him and he wrapped his arms around me again.
“Get some sleep... I can tell you’re tired...” Wicked said.
Honestly he didn’t have to tell me twice. I was beat. I didn’t a lot of sleep due to Cain.
I found that sleep came very easy and quickly being wrapped up in Wicked’s arms. I never wanted to leave them again.