Paige and Chloe

by Aimee-Louise Foster

  "Here she is, my baby girl." Dad walked towards Paige and I noticed that he didn't try to hug her but what surprised me more, was the fact that Cade was holding Paige's hand. It didn't go unnoticed by the other members of the group either and the low hum of conversation buzzed around the living room as different groups of people discussed it quietly.

  I caught Paige's eye as she glanced around the room seeking me out, and smiled as she nodded her head in my direction. Things were never going to be perfect between us but I was prepared to try and there was hope for a better future especially now that she'd found happiness with Cade. He was a good bloke, I knew that he had his own issues that he was dealing with but I hoped that they would guide and support each other to be strong.

  "Hello beautiful."

  I smelt his aroma and knew instantly that it was Woods directly behind me, brushing his hand along my lower back as he passed to stand by my side.

  "How have you been?" I asked not looking at him as I took a sip from my drink. I hadn't seen him for over a month because there'd been a lot going on at the club and if the whispers were correct, there'd be a lot more going on over the next couple of weeks as the club seeked revenge.

  "I miss you," I smiled at his words, and kept my glass held up in front of my mouth so that my happiness didn't look too obvious. "I think about you every night before I go to sleep and every morning when I wake up, hoping that one day I will be able to share this time with you."

  My breath hitched from his close proximity and his words were like a green light to my libido, making me moist as he continued to send shivers down my spine.

  "Do you still think of me Chloe? Do you think of me when you use your vibrator or finger to get yourself off?"

  I glanced at him to see that he looked like we were having the most normal of conversations whilst I grinded my thighs together at the intensity.

  "I don't know how long I can go on like this." I whispered as I glanced around the room noticing that Duke was stomping in our direction.

  "By the look on Duke's face I'd say that he's not happy that we're talking to each other but by the acceptance of Cade into Paige's life, I'd say that we may not have to wait as long as we originally thought." He smiled and winked cheekily before walking to greet Duke.

  I hoped he was correct, as I don't think my body could cope without his touch for much longer.

  Spike - Aces MC Series Book 3

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  Spike

  “My tummy’s too full Helen, can I leave the rest?” I couldn’t eat all of my sausage and mash, I was stuffed. Helen always spoilt me when mum and dad were out, and gave me bigger portions than I usually had. Helen had explained that I was a growing boy and needed a lot of food to make my muscles big and strong.

  “That’s fine little man.” Helen stood and ruffled my hair, which made me giggle before pushing the wooden kitchen chair from behind her across the tiled floor. She collected our plates to take them over to the kitchen worktop and held out her hand for me to take, “I’ll clear them away later, let’s go and run you a bath before it gets too late.”

  I loved bath time because Helen allowed me to put all of my soldiers into the bathtub and there were a lot of them. Mum didn’t like my soldiers, she used to swear if they were left around the house and she especially got mad if she trod on one with her bare feet but not Helen, she enjoyed spending quality time with me.

  I made sure that I was in charge of the British army because they had the best tanks. Unfortunately, Dad had stamped on the German tank last week because I wasn’t quick enough to get him a beer out of the fridge. I’ll just have to remember to run faster next time because I don’t want him breaking any more of my toys.

  After playing for a while, Helen closed the toilet seat and sat comfortably by leaning back against the toilet cistern. She stretched her legs in front of her so that she could rest her book on her lap. She studied really hard and was always reading because she wanted to be a journalist. I wasn’t sure what one of them was but Helen had explained that they wrote stories for newspapers. She would be good at that because she always made up stories for me with exciting adventures of pirates, dinosaurs and space men.

  “You don’t have to stay here Helen, I’m a big boy now. Look I have muscles.” I tried to flex my muscles to show her how big my arms were unsuccessfully.

  “I know you are little man but I like spending time with you.” Helen smiled and leant over to ruffle my hair again, a sentiment that I loved and one of the many things I loved about my sister.

  “Phrrrrrrr, Phrrrrrrr, Boooooooffff, Cuh-chunk POW!”

  Helen glanced up from her book, “Did they win?”

  “Yeah. They not only won they destroyed them, look they’ve sunk to the bottom.” I stated excitedly as I looked through the water.

  Helen smiled at me as she shook her head, “You’re getting wrinkly and it’s nearly time to get out.” She said with humour in her voice. I looked at my hands to see my crinkly skin and nodded in agreement.

  She furrowed her brows, “Have you washed behind your ears yet Connor?”

  I held my breath and dunked under the water to make sure everything had been cleaned. When I couldn’t hold my breath any longer, I stuck my head out of the water gasping for air. I quickly shook the water from my head animatedly and glanced at Helen to see her frowning disapprovingly.

  “You know I don’t like it when you do that, I worry you’re not coming back up.”

  “Sorry.” I said quickly not wanting to upset her. She acted like a mum sometimes, well not like my mum but how I thought a real mum should be. Like the ones you read about in stories or see on TV where they look after their children and bake, and read you stories before bed time.

  “Come on let’s get you ready for bed, have you decided what story you want yet?”

  “What-a-Mess!” I said excitedly as I jumped out of the bath and landed on the cork bathroom mat splashing Helen with water in the process.

  “Not again!” she groaned.

  I giggled as Helen ruffled me in the threadbare towel, tickling me through the material. I loved the What-a-Mess stories as they were about a puppy called Prince Amir of Kinjan. I asked Helen where Kinjan was and she had explained that she’d take me there one day but we would need to travel on a boat and an aeroplane, and that I would need to be a very good boy. I don’t know when she was thinking of taking me though because I didn't even have a passport but she'd pinky promised which meant she had to do it.

  I quickly wiggled into my pyjamas, which took some time as I was still wet and the material stuck to my body as I tried to pull it over my damp skin. Helen entered the room and I snuggled under the covers to keep warm. The heating was still broken and mum had explained that we didn’t have the money to fix it yet but Helen always made sure that I was warm, and brought me her cover every evening, which she took back when I was asleep so that she could use it. I loved my sister for looking after me.

  “The end.” We said together in chorus.

  “Right little man, you need to get some sleep. You’ve got school in the morning.” Helen leaned closer and kissed my forehead before making sure that I was tucked in properly. With a satisfied grin, Helen turned and walked towards the bedroom door.

  “Helen!” She looked over her shoulder at me expectantly with soft eyes, “I love you.”

  She smiled and slowly walked over to where I was laying, leaning down she whispered, “I love you too Connor, sweet dreams little man.” Helen brushed the hair from my eyes before walking out of the bedroom.

  I lay quietly in the dark thinking about how much fun I’d had this evening with Helen and what we had planned for tomorrow. This time each evening, I thought of all the good things that had happened to me throughout the day and to my surprise, they always included Helen. This thought brought a smile to my face but before I knew it my eyes became heavy and I drifted into a peaceful sle
ep.

  I woke to a terrible scream. Had I been dreaming? I sat upright in bed and looked around the room trying to rationalise the thoughts swirling around my head as my breathing accelerated. Helen was probably watching television in the living room so there was nothing to worry about but that’s when I heard the frantic scream again.

  I quickly lay back down and pulled the covers over my head, I could hear my heavy breathing and the thumping of my heart within the cavity of my chest. That wasn’t the television that was someone in trouble.

  The last time I heard a scream like that I went to investigate but Helen had stopped me in the hallway and had explained that mum and dad had drunk too much coke, they had become hyperactive, whatever that meant and it was best for us to leave them alone. That night, I stayed in Helen's bed as she had wanted me to keep her company, and that night I felt the safest I have ever been.

  However, tonight I was scared, I knew I needed to be brave and investigate or at least go into Helen’s room as she’d keep me safe but I was frightened of what I may see.

  I took a deep breath and pulled back the covers, feeling the pinch of the cold air against my skin as I slowly crept across my bedroom floor. I reached the door and squeezed through the gap carefully, not wanting to alert anyone of my whereabouts. I quickly leapt across the dimly lit landing and went into Helen’s room that was pitch black hampering my vision.

  “Helen!” I whispered but there was no answer. "Helen!" I said again but this time a little louder.

  I was startled by another high pitched scream but this time I recognised the voice, it was Helen and it was coming from the living room, down stairs.

  “You need to be brave, you need to be brave.” I whispered in a mantra to myself as I built the courage to go and investigate further, if she was in trouble I needed to help her.

  I tiptoed quietly across the carpeted landing missing out the squeaky floorboard that I knew was at the top of the stairs.

  I listened quietly and heard noises coming from the living room but I knew that Helen wouldn’t invite people over because she was too embarrassed of what our house looked like. I crept down the four top stairs and crouched so that I could peer through the wooden banisters to see Helen lying face down on the table and a hairy man standing directly behind her, holding her down with his hand firmly on the back of her neck. She had tears running down her face as she tried to struggle to get him off. What had she done? Why was he hurting her? I couldn't understand what was going on.

  Continuing down the stairs quietly, I knew that I needed to either get help or rescue her but I just didn’t know which one or how?

  I looked around the room frantically taking everything in, when a second man entered from the kitchen. I felt relieved at first hoping that he was here to help Helen but he didn’t, he just stood looking at her as if she was an animal with an evil grin on his face and his eyes, he had really scary eyes.

  “Haven’t you stuck it in her yet?” The man with the scary eyes asked almost annoyed that the other man hadn't finished.

  “I’m trying man but she’s so fucking tight.” He moved his hands to try to adjust something behind Helen as she let out a high pitch scream and bucked her body to try and get away. I could see how frightened she was as she clawed at the table in pain. Helen continued to scream at him to stop and sobbed as the man grabbed hold of her tighter around her neck which made her gasp for air and that’s when I saw it, the man was holding his willy in his hand, stroking it up and down and positioning it behind Helen. I noticed that she didn't have any pyjama bottoms on and he was trying to put his willy inside her but she clearly didn’t want him too. Why didn't he just leave her alone?

  She screamed again but this time louder as she twisted her body to try and stop her attacker but he was too strong, he continued to pin her against the table so that she couldn't move.

  I froze, watching her fight with all her might as I felt my tears and had to use the back of my hand to wipe them from my face. I didn't know what to do or how to save her?

  Helen opened her eyes slightly and I saw her expression change when she noticed that I was standing on the bottom stair, watching. She mouthed something but I couldn’t hear what she was trying to say. I leaned closer so I was now leaning on the banisters and she mouthed it again, "Hide!"

  I glanced up the stairs, I could go and hide but I couldn’t leave Helen. This man was hurting her and I had to do something, Helen had said that I was strong and I needed to show her just how strong I was by using my muscles.

  I pushed myself off the stairs as I screamed running as fast as I could towards the hairy man who was hurting Helen. I used the sofa to help me pounce onto the back of her attacker like a big vicious cat and grabbed him around the face as I clawed at his eyes.

  “What the fuck…Ahhhhhh…Frank get him off.” The man screamed as I dug my fingers into his skin like a savage animal. I grazed his cheeks as I sank my nails into his face and I was pleased when I saw the blood and felt his skin under my finger nails but I wasn’t strong enough, the scary eyed man grabbed me and held me tightly against his chest as he moved me to the other side of the room out of the way with relative ease.

  “Get off him, let him go!” Helen sobbed as she found a reserve of energy and tried to push up from the table.

  “Shut up bitch!” The hairy man spat as he punched her in the back of the head and held her tightly again as he pushed her face into the table with force. I glanced at Helen as the man held me in his embrace and could see that the fight had now left her motionless body.

  He roughly grabbed his willy again and pushed it inside her but she didn’t fight him this time, it was as if she knew her fate. The tears continued to fall down her cheeks, she closed her eyes tightly and her face twisted each time he pushed inside her. He was making horrible noises, he gritted his teeth as he held either side of the table and he's pace continued to gain momentum. I tried to move my hands so that I could cover my ears, I didn’t like the sounds he was making and it was making me feel sick.

  “Oh no you don’t, you can watch and hear your little slut of a sister being fucked.”

  I struggled in his arms but he was too strong, the noises continued and the table began to move as the man was now pushing back and forth. The hairy man’s grunts became louder and the room started to fill with unfamiliar smells until he finally stopped and gritted his teeth before letting out a satisfactory roar. He immediately sagged and collapsed on top of Helen and panted as he caught his breath.

  “About fucking time, now let me have a go,” the scary eyed man said excitedly.

  The next thing I felt was a hard punch to the side of my head and the pain was quick to travel down the side of my face towards my neck as darkness with sparks of bright light hit my right eye.

  “He fucking pissed on my leg!” The man screamed.

  I quickly glanced down and noticed that my pyjama bottoms were soaking wet, I hadn’t realised I’d wet myself. The hairy man laughed as he slowly pulled up his jeans and I noticed blood dripping down his leg and smeared on his willy but didn't understand where it had come from.

  As I gained my composure and turned my head from the sickening sight, I quickly realised that this was my best opportunity to try and get out of here to find help for Helen. I glanced around the room to try and find a way out noticing that the front door would be my best option. Taking a deep breath, I took off running through the living room towards the front door and scrambled around trying to pull the handle as quickly as possible before the scary eyed man gave chase. I managed to open the door and the cold night air hit my body, which startled me. I had to catch my breath quickly before I ran as fast as I could down the gravel path, feeling the stones dig into my bare feet but I didn’t care, I needed to get help. Running in the road, I continued down the street looking for a house with a light on. I saw Vera’s porch light shining in the distance and ran in the direction of her house like a moth to a flame. I cut across her front garden not caring abo
ut the squashed flowers beneath my feet, and ran up the steps to her front door, banging on it as loud as my little fists could.

  “Vera! Vera!” I could feel the tears streaming down my cheeks as I banged on the wooden door. I frantically looked around to see if anyone had followed me but the street was thankfully empty. My heart was pounding in my chest as fast as I was banging on the door.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  Why wasn’t she opening the door?

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Spike are you in there man?”

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  I slowly opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. It took me a while to realise that I was at home and not standing in the cold outside Vera's house. Not another fucking nightmare! I shook my head silently, they were coming thick and fast since Ink had been kidnapped and Jimmy was murdered.

  I sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, resting my feet on the carpeted floor. I flexed my toes in the shag pile carpet whilst I got my shit together and tried to clear my head. The feeling of the gravel beneath my bare feet had made the dream so realistic that I was now thankful for the soft sensation of the carpet to help me put things into perspective.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  “Spike, its Duke open up!”

  I slowly stood and looked in the mirror, wiping the tears that had trickled down my face for the loss of my sister, I loved her so much.

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