Saving Ayden

by Muriel Garcia

  “That’s what happens when you spend every single day for eighteen years with the same person.” He smiles sweetly and brushes a strand of hair behind my ear. I can’t help leaning into his hand.

  “True.” I nibble my lip and wipe off some sweet and sour sauce he has on the corner of his mouth and lick my finger.

  “You have no idea what you’re doing to me Sweet Cheeks.” He whispers, sighing softly rubbing his face.

  “What do you mean?” I set down the food container and chopsticks.

  “Nothing… I just…” He sighs clearly frustrated by something. He gets up and walks closer to the lake. I follow him and press myself into his side.

  “What’s wrong Ant?” He turns and looks down at me, stroking my cheek with the back of his knuckles.

  “Nothing is wrong Sweet Cheeks.” He takes a deep breath, “I might be making the biggest mistake of my life right now and might lose you forever, but I just can’t keep it to myself anymore. I know we are young and have our entire life in front of us, but I know my feelings for you are real. I can’t help how I feel. I know I’ve dated a couple of girls but they meant nothing to me. I never had any feelings for them. You always meant so much more to me than any of them. They didn’t compare to you. You probably don’t feel for me the way I feel for you but I love you Ayden.” He looks into my eyes. The sincerity in his eyes and voice has shocked me into silence. Inside I’m doing cartwheels because what I’ve wanted to hear has finally happened. I couldn’t be happier. “S-say something please.” He whispers.

  “I love you too Ant. I always have.” I whisper back. We both move at the same time, barely brushing each other’s lips at first, enjoying our moment, the beginning of us.

  He cups my face gently in his warm hands, kissing me more firmly but still sweetly and passionately. In this moment, nothing else matters. It’s just us. My first kiss is with the only man I ever wanted.

  He slowly breaks the kiss, making me pout. He chuckles and rests his forehead on mine for a long time, looking into my eyes. We are in our happy place and no one can take this from us. He walks me back to the blanket, helps me lie on it and kisses me passionately, stroking my hair.

  “Never in a million years have I thought that you would feel the same way for me.” He whispers.

  “Why not?” I look at him.

  “Because I thought you saw me as your big brother. I never imaged you could love me the way I love you.”

  “I thought you only saw me as your little sister.” I can’t help but giggle softly.

  “Never. I wanted you all to myself since forever.” He grins wide.

  “Fucker.” I kiss him softly. “You know I have zero experience compared to those girls you were dating right?” I nibble my lip.

  “We’ll take our time okay? I won’t push you. When you’re ready, you make the decision and I’ll respect it, no matter how long it takes you.” He whispers against my lips. I nod. He slowly starts kissing me again and rolls us over so I’m lying on top of him. We stay like this, just enjoying each other’s company for hours. No words need to be shared between us, we both know what we have is forever.

  Chapter 1

  Anonymous

  I’ve been watching the bastards from the Last Hangman Motorcycle Club and their family for a while now. You might wonder why? I’ll tell you why.

  It all started nineteen years ago. My father, rest his soul, wasn’t the hardest working man to ever grace the earth, but he made sure my mother and I always had what we needed.

  I never really knew what my father did for a living—I didn’t really care at the time. He wasn’t home much but when he was he was very close to us. Later on I found out he was in a motorcycle club.

  I was only four when it happened. It was a week or two before Christmas. My father hadn’t been home for a couple of days. My mother kept telling me it was because he was making sure we’d have all we wanted for Christmas.

  She was infatuated with him.

  One morning, just as I was about to go to school, the cops came to the house. My mother was quite surprised and distraught when she saw them. She had no idea why they were at our house. She let them in the house and they told her to send me to my room but she didn’t want to. She said she needed me there. I remember it as if it happened yesterday.

  They told us they had found my father’s car on the side of the road, apparently someone had ran my father off the road. At that point my mother seemed relieved. Car accidents happen all the time. He will be back with us very soon, I’m sure of that. Neither of us expected what they told us next, or why they wanted my mother to send me to my room.

  They said after being run off the road my father was shot and died. One single bullet in his head took him from my mother and I.

  I remember my mother bursting into tears and holding me tightly while I just stared at the cops, not believing a word they were saying. They must have made a mistake and it couldn’t be my father. My mother wouldn’t believe them but seeing the expression on their faces told me everything I needed to know. It had happened and I would never see my father again. I held my mother tightly.

  I remember bits and pieces of the funeral—a lot of people coming over to the house to remember my father but that’s it. I spent most of my days in my room thinking, lost in my thoughts, remembering my father.

  My mother was a shell of herself after his death. She was barely getting by and drinking herself to sleep every night for years. Despite being a drunk, she never forgot my birthday or Christmas. She wasn’t the most loving mother after it happened but she was still around and tried to be a good mother. Never once did she forget to bring food home for us or buy me new clothes.

  I didn’t have a rough childhood compared to others. It could have been worse. Sure I missed my father but I was coping. I never had many friends and even less after my father left us. Around the time I was twelve, I was too busy doing research about what happened to my father. I needed to know all the details, it became an obsession.

  The day I turned fourteen, something seemed off when I woke up. Even with the lovely scent of cake waking me up something felt off. I went to the kitchen expecting to see my mom getting breakfast ready and to have my birthday cake cooling on the kitchen counter but today was different—she wasn’t in the kitchen. I called for her but got no response. I thought she may have gone out or was maybe back in bed. I didn’t want to wake her up if she went back to bed so I waited for a couple of hours. Around eleven, I decided to call her cellphone thinking maybe she was out shopping. To my surprise I could hear her phone ring. I went upstairs and knocked on her door. When there was no answer, I stepped in and to my horror—she was hanging from a rope that was attached to the ceiling fan.

  I couldn’t believe it. I managed to get her down and called for an ambulance but it was too late by the time they arrived. She was already dead. I felt numb. The only person who loved me was gone. I was on my own. It was hard to comprehend and accept. I found a note on the bed saying she couldn’t handle living without my father anymore and that she was sorry for taking her life and leaving me alone.

  I was sent off to my aunt after the funeral. I kept to myself at the funeral. I didn’t talk to anyone—there was no point. I would never see any of these people again so it didn’t matter if they loved me or not.

  When I graduated high school, I packed what little belongings I had and decided to leave for good but my aunt didn’t want me to leave. I wasn’t eighteen yet and she was getting money every month to take care of me, not that she really was taking care of me. She was using it to buy herself useless shit.

  She slapped me once, I slapped her back and she hit her head on the counter. After it hit the counter blood rushed from the gash she had on her head. I left straight after, not bothering to check if she was still alive. Heartless? Maybe, but with the way she treated me the past few years, she had it coming. I won’t miss the heartless bitch. She was just interested in getting the money. She never cared for me. No
body ever did besides my parents.

  Now I’m twenty-three and out for revenge. Over the years I gathered information about what happened to my father, more details on who ran him off the road and killed him. I have all I need to plan the perfect revenge. They are going to pay for what they did—they just don’t know it yet.

  You might find it weird that I would be out for revenge after so many years, but there’s a reason for why I am planning my revenge now, well a couple reasons. When it happened I was way too young. I couldn’t do anything, but I planned all along to take someone down from those assholes of the Last Hangman. They deserve to pay for what happened to my father. I did go to college between when I hit my aunt and now. I needed to blend in and live a somewhat normal life.

  I knew my life would never be normal. For the past nineteen years I’ve been plotting the perfect revenge but it required a lot of practice. No one can master the art of taking a girl without her consent without getting injured in the process—so I practiced, a lot. My four years in college proved to be very useful to mastering my art. I’ve always been very meticulous and never left a trace behind. Or so the cops say. They never suspected me when they did interrogate me last year. I guess I’m just that good.

  Now that I finally have enough practice and it’s time to put it to good use. They won’t know what hit them when it happens. I can’t wait for it but I must be patient. A couple more months and it will be perfect. You wait and see, it will all unfold, as it should.

  Chapter 2

  Ayden

  November 16, 2008

  Ant and I have been dating for two month now. Everything has been perfect. He’s the most affectionate and thoughtful boyfriend ever. I’m glad I decided to go to college here. I was accepted at other colleges that were further away but I don’t feel like going away. It might sound stupid to stay because of a guy but it’s more than that. He really is everything to me and I can study marketing pretty much anywhere.

  We’ve been on a couple of dates and they were all amazing. Between him having to go on ride with the club and me preparing to go to college, we don’t have as much time as we would like for just the two of us, but we enjoy those rare moments we’re together the most and cherish them.

  We haven’t been intimate yet but I finally told him I was ready. He never pressured me. He really has been the most patient boyfriend ever, never pushed me to do anything I didn’t want to. I love that about him, that he respects me and my decision so much. Even if I’m not his first, I think it’s as important for him as it is for me, that he will be my first.

  We planned for him to come and pick me up at home but some club business held him up. I’ve learned not to ask what it was about, my dad used to get mad at me when I would ask when I was younger. I’m a bit annoyed that it would have to be tonight that there’s a problem. I don’t want the club business to mess with our plans.

  We rented a nice hotel room for the weekend, very cliché, but we just can’t go to either of our places since we both still live with our parents, it would be very awkward. I offered to meet at the hotel so I can take some time to myself to relax before he gets there.

  I finish getting ready. I’m wearing a little black dress, leggings, my biker boots and a light leather jacket. That’s as dressy as I’ll ever get. I don’t bother with make-up, but I try to style my hair nicely, in a high messy bun. Ant is always caressing or kissing my neck so might as well give him easy access. I grab my weekend bag and walk to the kitchen.

  I leave a note for my mom telling her I’m heading to meet Ant since she’s still at work. I’m glad they approve of mine and Ant’s relationship. They don’t know why we are going away for the weekend. I mean I couldn’t tell them, “By the way, Ant and I are going away for the weekend to make love.” As much as my father loves Ant, I doubt he would be okay with the fact I would openly tell him such a thing.

  I lock the house and put my bag in my car. I’m ready to get into my car when I hear a noise behind me. I turn around, and see a shadow standing behind the bush.

  The next thing I know a sharp pain explodes on the left side of my head, I fall to the ground trying to call for help but it’s all in vain as the darkness quickly claim me.

  ******

  I wake up in a silent room. The scent of moldy wood, sweat, and alcohol lingers in the air. My head is pounding and my arms are sore. I try to move, but I can’t. My hands are tied to something; I’m guessing a bed frame. I have no idea where I am. Something is covering my eyes and my mouth. I can’t reach for them and I start to freak out and hyperventilate.

  What the hell happened? More importantly, where the fuck am I? The last thing I remember is going to get in my car to go on my date with Ant, and then it’s all black. I try to calm myself down and listen to my surroundings. I can’t hear any noise, making all of this even creepier.

  After what seems like forever, I hear a noise coming from somewhere in the room, like someone shifting on a chair or something. I then realize I’m not alone in this room. My heart rate accelerates, so does my breathing. I’m petrified.

  I don’t know who’s got me or what’s going to happen to me, but I have a feeling it won’t be good and what will happen, will change everything. I wish I wasn’t blindfolded, if only I could see—I could try and defend myself. My legs aren’t bound which gives me a slight advantage.

  “It’s pointless doll, you can’t go anywhere,” a deep muffled voice comes from above me. “You’re all mine and there’s nothing you can do about it.” He chuckles, slowly caressing my hair. “So beautiful.” I still, he’s slowly caressing down my cheek, my neck, down to my cleavage. I swallow hard. This guy is making me sick. I try to kick him off of me with my legs, but he slaps my cheek hard. “Do. Not. Push. Me. Away! You fucking slut!”

  He drags, what I’m guessing is a knife down the front of my dress, cutting it in half—I can feel the cold air hitting my skin. My bra is soon cut off too. “Beautiful, milky skin.” He starts to lower my leggings and I try to kick him again. I manage a pretty good kick considering the groan he lets out.

  “You’ll pay for that, you bitch!” He slaps me again and growls, “If I were you, I would distance myself from the Last Hangman, they only bring filth, and what’s about to happen to you is their fault.” What? Why would any of this be linked to the MC? I know they aren’t saints but why am I being used as payback? I need to get out of this. I don’t even want to think about what could happen or what’s about to happen. I’m can’t let any of this happen. I try to scream but he grabs my neck squeezing, cutting off my oxygen. “You should listen to me Pretty Girl. This is your first and last warning. If you survive this, you really should steer clear from them.” He nearly yells the last bit.

  Silent tears are running down my cheeks as he attaches my legs to the foot of the bed and positions himself between my legs. I’m completely helpless—I can’t move or hit him. I try to struggle but it doesn’t change anything, it only fuels his anger.

  “Do not defy me Pretty Girl.” He growls and does the thing I dreaded and feared he would do…

  He thrusts in me and I hold my breath, as the tears continue streaming down my face. It hurts—I did not want my first time to be this way. I wanted Ant to me my first, he should have been my first, we were supposed to make love tonight and now it will never happen.

  Why would someone do such a vile thing?

  “A fucking virgin?” He moans. “I would have thought Anthony would have fucked you long ago, it’s going to make this even more special Pretty Girl.”

  I lay there motionless as he rapes me. I try to shut out reality. I need to shut it out. I can’t live this nightmare. He thrusts harder each time, tearing me further apart from the picture perfect life I always had and always knew. Taking me miles away from my maybe not so perfect life but it was perfect to me. Breaking me a bit more with each thrust.

  “Stop crying Pretty Girl. You should enjoy it; I’m enjoying it very much.” He chuckles darkly, licking and suck
ing my neck, thrusting harder and faster.

  How can he think I would enjoy this when he just stole my virginity with such a vile act?

  I think back on all the memories I have with Ant—the good times, the innocent memories of us messing around and playing together when we were younger, anything to keep me from reality.

  After a couple minutes, I feel him pull out and his come dripping out of me. I gag and almost throw up.

  “Now, now Pretty Girl, I know you enjoyed it too, I felt your tight little cunt squeeze my cock. Don’t deny it.” He chuckles and slaps me. “I’ll be back for more later. Not telling you when, I want to keep the suspense up.” I hear his footsteps leaving the room and a lock click to what I’m assuming is the door to my prison cell.

  I don’t stop crying for hours. I’m in a room, tied to a bed; clothes ripped open, with my rapists’ come dripping out of me. I’m disgusted. I feel dirty. I want to die…

  I must have fallen asleep at some point. I feel someone shake me and think back to when Ant would shake me to wake me up. I try to move but I soon realize I’m still tied to a bed and what I thought was a nightmare is actually reality.

  “I thought you were dead for a minute, not that it would have stopped me from making love to that sweet body of yours Pretty Girl. You do have a banging body. I get why Anthony wanted you so much. He should have claimed what was once his, sooner. Now you are mine…forever.” He chuckles.

  I freeze when I hear the sound of his belt and zipper going down. I’m still gagged so I can’t scream, I can’t beg him to let me go, to tell him that I won’t tell anyone.

  “You must be sore Pretty Girl but I want you again. I need my fill of your sweet pussy. So tight and wet for me.” He chuckles as he slips two fingers in me, thrusting hard and fast.

  My tears start falling again, uncontrollably. I try to scream but the sounds are muffled behind the gag.