Saving Ayden

by Muriel Garcia

  “W-what about your lady friend?” She sniffs looking up at me.

  “She’s not important, you are.” I say softly, stroking her cheek.

  “Hey, I’m important you jerk! You have to drop me off at my parents.” She whines yet again. I can feel Ayden shudder hearing her too high-pitched voice.

  “Here.” I get a couple of dollars from my pocket and hand them to her. “Get yourself a taxi.” It's a dick move—I know, but what am I supposed to do? Leave Ayden here? No way. I help her put the helmet on, put mine on and help her on the bike.

  “FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Angel screams.

  “I know.” I answer flatly and wait for Ayd to wrap her arms around me before driving off.

  Chapter 10

  Michael

  I can’t fucking believe it! He took my Ayden away from me when we were just making out. I know she was enjoying it as much as I was. I don’t get why she let him take her.

  She is mine, not his!

  And he punched me when I never did anything to him!

  I’m seething right now. I’m resting my hands on my car, leaning in, needing a minute to calm down when I feel a hand caress my back. I hope it’s Ayden but when I turn around I see the girl that was yelling at Anthony. At least we have something in common—we hate the same meddling man.

  “You look like you could use some help handsome.” She says in a provocative voice.

  “Oh really? What makes you think that?” I glare at her. Sure she is pretty in the slutty kind of way but I’m not in the mood right now.

  “Well you just lost your little girlfriend to Anthony and I want Anthony. Looks like we could help each other out.” She smirks. I like the way she thinks.

  “Really?” I smirk at her and fully stand up.

  “Really.” She bites her lip caressing down my tie.

  “How about you and I take a little ride to wherever you want and talk about our two dear friends?” I stroke her cheek and she leans into my touch. Yeah she wants me too. I smirk.

  “That sounds like a good idea big boy.” She kisses my jaw, the side Anthony hit and I can’t help but hiss in pain.

  “Don’t.” I glare at her catching her wrist quite roughly. “I do the touching.”

  “Kinky.” She giggles and gets in the car. Yeah it’s going to be fun to work alongside her to get back what’s mine.

  She can’t keep her hands to herself and I often have to push her hand away when she tries to grab my crotch. I groan when she gets a hold of my dick when I’m too busy maneuvering the car around a truck.

  “What exactly do you think you are doing?” I glare at her when it’s safe again.

  “Well, I was thinking we could have some fun while plotting to take back our respective lovers.” She licks her lips seductively.

  I ponder for a couple of minutes and pull up on a rest area on the side of the road. If I can’t have Ayden at the moment, any other pussy will do. This one is easy and offering it—I might as well take advantage of what’s offered.

  “Get out of the car, take off your panties and bend over the hood of the car.” I command and she complies. “Very obedient, I like that.” I smirk following her outside, freeing just my cock. This is going to be fast, only for my pleasure, not hers.

  “I love a dominant man in bed.” She smirks and spread her legs.

  “Then you will be very pleased.” I smirk and position myself between her legs, roll a condom down my cock and thrust hard and fast, not bothering to check if she is wet enough.

  “Oh yes baby, harder.” She moans arching her back.

  “Shut up. Do not say a word.” I growl and she moans louder. The fucking slut, she’s enjoying this.

  I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust as hard as I can, squeezing her neck. Never to the point that she would faint, but almost.

  “You’re such a slut.” I thrust a couple more times and empty myself in the condom.

  I’m out of breath. She’s not Ayden but it was worth it. I needed to blow off some steam after tonight and this was just what I needed.

  “What about me?” She screeches.

  “What about you?” I look at her and remove the condom, tying a knot at the end and wrapping it in a tissue, you can’t be too careful.

  “I didn’t come!” She glares at me.

  “Then make yourself come, it wasn’t for your pleasure, it was for mine.” I smirk and get back in the car.

  “You fucking jerk!” She screams joining me in the car but starts rubbing her pussy and finger fucking herself.

  Yes I’m a jerk. I’m a fucking asshole for just fucking another woman and getting hard again just watching her get herself off, but it’s Ayden’s fault. If she hadn’t pushed me away and let me take her back to my place and make love to her, none of this would have happened.

  Chapter 11

  Anthony

  Fuck but I missed that feeling. Having her pressed against my back, arms wrapped around me, her head resting on my shoulder, plastering her body against mine. With her soft curves and her boobs against my back… Fuck! I need to stop thinking about it, I’m getting hard. But it feels so goddamn amazing!

  I take the shortest way to the compound¸ wanting her to be in a familiar place and be some place where that asshole can’t find her. I don’t trust him. Hopefully she will still feel safe and at home there, like we used to back in the day.

  She’s still pressed against me and I can feel her shaking. It’s killing me to see her like this. I only want the best for her and I wasn’t able to protect her. I knew I should have stepped up before when I first saw them together. I’m just glad I got there in time and he didn’t hurt her anymore.

  What confuses me the most is the fact that she’s so shaken. I get that it must be a horrible feeling to be groped when you don’t want it but I’m pretty sure something else happened. I know my Sweet Cheeks. She would have punched the shit out of him and not frozen on the spot.

  After a short drive, I park in front of the compound, get off my bike and then help her off my bike. I help her with her helmet. She’s not moving, only looking at the ground, still shaking. This is not fucking right.

  “Sweet Cheeks look at me.” I say softly, she complies but her eyes are dead. Something isn’t right. “Talk to me Ayd, please.” She shakes her head and I sigh. I want, no, need her to confide in me. I need to know what happened to her and what caused her to be so closed off and so unhappy. I’m sure it’s linked with why she left. “Come on let’s go inside.” I wrap my arms around her and lead her inside. On our way to my room, all the guys who were around before she left are as confused as I am to see Ayd in such a state. It’s so not like her. She used to be so full of life and happy. She really was the light of this place.

  We walk into my room and I close the door behind me and look for a sweater. It’s not cold but whenever she would feel sad when we were younger, I’d hand her one of my sweater and she would snuggle into it and start talking. I’m not sure that trick will still work but it’s worth a try. I pick up a clean sweater, help her out of my jacket and into the sweater and she instantly cuddles into it. I help her to the bed and she looks at it with disgust.

  “Never in this room Sweet Cheeks,” I say softly. She sits on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and pulling the covers over her legs. “Do you want anything to drink?” I try not to force her to talk right this second but it’s hard. I just want to help her.

  “C-coffee please.” She whispers softly. This is killing me!

  “Ok Sweet Cheeks, I’ll be right back.” I kiss her forehead and go to the bar, quickly making her a cup of coffee.

  “She okay?” Gabe asks me knowing what the answer is but I guess he needs to know how she is too—they were very close too. Not as close as Ayd and I were but still pretty close.

  “No. Remember that dickhead I told you about?” He nods and I continue. “He was forcing himself on her. He had her pinned to his car and was groping her and had slipped his hand up her dress.”<
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  “Mother fucker!”

  “Yeah. I told him if he ever hurt her or talk to her again he’d be in deep shit but they work together. It’s not going to be good when she goes back to work.” I sigh pouring some hazelnut creamer in the cup.

  “We’re all here brother. She’s family—you know we’ll do anything to protect her. Just say the word.” He nods and leaves before I can thank him. Gabe is a man of few words but they are always good and always make me think before I do something stupid.

  I head back in the room and find Ayden curled in a ball in my bed, silent tears running down her cheeks, smearing her make-up. I put the cup on the nightstand and wrap my arms around her. She doesn’t flinch or move away so I bring her closer to me.

  “Please Ayd, talk to me. Seeing you like this is killing me.” I whisper in her hair, kissing the crown of her head.

  “I… I can’t…” She sniffs burrowing into me.

  “Of course you can, you know no matter what you tell me I will never judge you or think differently of you. You’re my Sweet Cheeks. You’ll always be my Sweet Cheeks,” I whisper.

  “Y-you don’t understand Ant. I can’t tell you. I can’t tell anyone.” She’s getting agitated. It’s pissing me off even more, I know something happened to her and she’s too scared to confide in anyone.

  “I’ll always protect you Sweet Cheeks. I’ll never let anyone hurt you.” I stroke her hand.

  “You don’t understand! The hurt has already been done!” She screams and breaks down crying, throwing the cup of coffee and whatever else she can find against the wall.

  “Calm down please.” I try to stop her and hold her gently, but she manages to punch me in the process. She didn’t mean to do it but damn, she can pack a pretty mean left hook. She cries even more and wraps herself around me, sobbing uncontrollably in my arms.

  I wrap my arms around her, stroking her back and cradling the back of her neck gently while I kiss her shoulder. “Shh. Please Ayden, talk to me, tell me what’s wrong.” I’m desperate—I need to know what has her so upset.

  “I can’t!” She screams, pounding her fists against my chest.

  “Yes you can. It’s me, Anthony, you know you can trust me.”

  “I shouldn’t even be here.” She tries to get away from me but I can’t let her go. Call me an asshole but I hold her shaking body to mine.

  “Yes, you should. This is where we grew up, where you belong.”

  “You have no fucking clue what you’re talking about or how I fucking feel!” She yells at me, completely scared and distraught.

  “Then tell me!” I don’t mean to raise my voice but I can’t help it. “Tell what happened to you, what was so bad that you had to leave me and put as much distance as possible between us. What was so bad that you never looked back? Never bothered to reply to me, to not even bother talking to me when I try to talk to you? Please, I’m begging you, tell me.” I finish softly, tears starting to well in my eyes. Call me a pussy all you want. I fucking love her and need to know what happened to her. “Tell me…” I whisper.

  It takes her a few minutes for her to calm down. She sits back on the bed and looks into my eyes. “Are you sure you really want to know? Because it’s not pretty.”

  “I need to know Ayden.” I say softly holding her hands. She takes a deep shaky breath and starts her story. I was not prepared to hear about the nightmare she had to endure…

  Chapter 12

  Ayden

  This is going to be rough for the both of us. I don’t want to tell him but I need to. He deserves to know why I left without telling him anything. Why I ignored his texts and why I’ve been ignoring and refusing to talk to him.

  Yes I’m ashamed of what happened and I’m scared. I do trust Ant, I know he won’t treat me any differently for what I’ve been through. But there’s always that small part of yourself that tells you, you shouldn’t, that you should keep it to yourself. Right now I’m trying to shut that part up.

  I’m scared that me being here is making things worse. That when I head out, whoever got me the first time will get me again and I won’t be able to escape, ever. It was hard enough the first time to escape, if it were to happen again I don’t think I would survive.

  I look up at Ant, squeeze his hands and take a deep breath before telling him the reason why everything turned to shit in my life…

  “What happened with Michael tonight brought back memories of something that happened years ago,” I say softly, “when he groped me and forced himself on me it made me freak out. I couldn’t breathe or move, I was feeling helpless. The loss of control was horrible. At first I could fight him, well I tried but he was too strong for me to get him off me, but when he slipped his hand under my dress I just froze. Are you sure you want to hear more?” I bite my lip hoping he will say he doesn’t want to put me through this again, but I know it wouldn’t be that easy.

  “I need to know Sweet Cheeks.” He whispers squeezing my hands softly. I nod softly.

  “Remember that night when we were going to the hotel for our first time?” He nods. I can tell he’s nervous and worried about what he might hear. “I was getting ready to get on the road to go to the hotel, I had just put my stuff in my car when I heard a noise behind me. I turned around and I guess someone whacked me on the back of the head because the last thing I remember is waking up in a dark room. I can still remember the scent of it, a mix of sweat, alcohol, and moldy wood.” I shudder and take a deep breath, silent tears falling freely down my cheeks.

  “His voice was muffled so I couldn’t recognize his real voice. Well, I’m not even sure I knew him. He had me blindfolded the entire time. He kept me locked and tied up in a room for a week, until I managed to escape.”

  “What did he do to you?” At first I shake my head and don’t want to tell him, but his eyes are pleading with me. I don’t want to burden him with this, but I know he won’t give up until I tell him. Having to relive this nightmare is hell and knowing what I’m going to put him through is even worse.

  “I was trying to find a way to get away from where I was but I couldn’t see anything so it made things hard. Then I heard him laugh, he had been watching me the entire time I was in that room. He leaned over me and straddled me, pinning me into place. He cut my dress and bra in half, exposing me.” I swallow hard, shaking. I knew it would be hard, but seeing the expression on Ant’s face is breaking my heart. Tears are falling down his cheeks, his jaw is clenched and there is a muscle is twitching. I can tell he’s about to snap. I want to stop and take it all back.

  “Continue please.” His voice is strained. I nod and keep going.

  “He raped me that first night.” I look down ashamed.

  “Don’t be ashamed Sweet Cheeks. It’s not your fault. Don’t blame yourself, please.”

  “It’s hard not to be ashamed. He kept me locked up in that room for a week, raping me repeatedly. Day after day, after day, he would rape me and act like we were actually a fucking couple, he would do it whenever he pleased and there’s nothing I could do about it. I had to endure it for one…fucking…week. The only reason I got out of that nightmare is because one day he forgot to lock the room I was in. I managed to slip out when he left that day. I made a mad dash out of there. I had to hitchhike to get back into the city.” I try to calm down. I was half yelling at him. I know it’s not his fault, well not really, but I can’t help it, it hurts having to talk about it.

  “That mother fucker!” Ant yells. “Did… Did he say why he was doing it?” I sigh and nod. That’s the part I wanted to leave out. “Tell me.” It takes me a minute but I manage to get it out.

  “He said I should distance myself from the MC, that what was happening was the MC’s fault. That if I was smart I should stay away from you guys.” I say in an almost whisper. Ant is quiet, very quiet. I look up. I knew he would be pissed but the look of pure terror and anger on his face is turning my blood to ice.

  “I failed you,” he mumbles over and over, “I
failed to protect you. They hurt you because of the club.” He growls and gets up, throwing the chair that was by the bed against the wall, screaming, letting his anger out. I walk over to him and press myself against his side.

  “Calm down please.” I say softly, caressing his back. He instantly wraps his arms around me, holding me close to his body. If it were anyone else, I would freak out, but I trust Ant, I know he would never hurt me. Even with what he just did. I know he would never turn his anger on me. I keep stroking his back till he relaxes fully in my arms. I lead him back to the bed and we sit down.

  “I failed you.” He says softly, still holding me close.

  “You didn’t fail me. You couldn’t know someone would take me away and do that to me.” I say softly.

  “I could have prevented it and made sure you wouldn’t be hurt and wouldn’t have to drive on your own.”

  “No one could predict it would happen. Yes I was well aware that shit could go down with the club, but I never thought someone would do that. I have no idea who did it, so it could just be someone wanting to blame the club because they are fucked up in the head.” I can’t believe I’m the one trying to reassure him that it’s not his fault.

  “I’m sure it’s one of those Bastards from Hell mother fuckers!” He says in a clipped tone. I squeeze his hands.

  “Blaming them won’t change anything. It won’t make things better.” He nods softly.

  “Have you ever told anybody?”

  “No,” I sigh, “you’re the first one, and last one. I can’t see myself having to relieve all of it again. I already have nightmares pretty much every night about it.”

  “Why didn’t you tell your Mom in the first place? She could have helped you.”

  “Because I was scared that if anyone knew, you would end up knowing about it and you would go bat shit crazy and go to find them. Then it would fall back on me again and happen all over again. I couldn’t handle it happening again. That’s why I left without a goodbye. I packed my shit and left for New York.” I look down sniffling.