Her Savior

ROXANNE 

"Argh!" 

The scream that tore through me drained the last of my energy. 

Another kick to my stomach, I coughed up blood. 

Then I was left alone. 

My bullies retracted to the dark side of the cell, laughing. 

"She's so puny." Their leader with mean tattoos and a scar running across the left side of her face mocked in her hoarse voice that told me she was a frequent smoker...or used to be. 

For the past one week, every morning, a cop would take me from my single cell and put me with these bullies and walk away.

The first two times, I'd thought nothing of it. But the third time, I knew it was no coincidence. This was planned. 

And I could guess the three people who had me thrown in here were responsible. 

I've been told I would rot in jail. That I would be sent to prison on the basis of murder and attempted murder. 

Josh and Vanessa had visited once to rub it in my face and to tell me my fate.

I curled my battered, wounded body, my bloodied lips trembling as hot tears ran down my face. 

I was stupid. So stupid! 

Josh had never thought of the abortions he made me commit for him, and the third one he and his mother had forcefully ended without my consent. 

But here I was, suffering for an abortion Vanessa had instigated herself, no one was believing me.

A figure shadowed the cell, but I was too weak to even raise my face to see who it was.

"Get up!" The barking voice that I now recognized to be the cop who had brought me in here shook my small, weak frame. 

He kicked me.

Snickers from the dark corner of the cell reached my ears, heightening my humiliation. 

I struggled to lift my body from the cold, hard floor. I forced myself to my knees, but my body gave away. 

Before my body could hit the ground, the cop's hand grabbed my arm roughly, shoving me to my feet, out of the cell. He locked the cell and dragged me back to my cell. 

I crawled to a corner and stayed there, my body trembling from the torture and lack of healthy food, pain shooting through my heart and tearing it in pieces. 

I thought of Josh and this new born hatred for him and everyone related to him. I wanted nothing to do with anyone who was dear to him. 

I didn't know how long I stayed like that, my legs propped up with my arms around it, quietly crying. 

Was this how my life would end? From jail to years behind bars? 

I heard footsteps, but I didn't raise my head. All hope of being saved were gone. I knew mom would be worried. 

A sob tore through my throat, racking my body once thoughts of how she would be feeling at this moment filled my head. The slap she had received for my cause the day I was being arrested. 

God, I'd never get the chance to tell her how sorry I was for not listening to her. For stubbornly paying deaf ears and claiming to stupidly love a man who never wanted my love. 

My nose caught the familiar scent, and I stilled. Slowly I raised my head to confirm if my nose was deceiving me.

"Roxanne?" 

I blinked, left over tears running my cheeks. Disbelief and surprise mixed with sadness, "K-kylian?"

"Get her out this instant." The command in his tone was low, but undeniable. 

This was a different cop. A woman. 

She unlatched the cell gate to let me out. I struggled to my feet, forcing my tired body to move. 

He walked in and lifted me bridal style, our eyes met. His immediately clouded with barely controlled rage, strong, chiseled jaw ticked, face set in granite.

But when he spoke, it was a huge contrast what I was seeing — low and soft, "who did this to you?" 

I swallowed, saying nothing. I reveled in his strong arms and feeling the warmth and firmness it offered me. 

"Tell me."

We were at the front desk where several cops were busy or just sitting. 

My eyes strayed to the cop who delivered me every morning to my bullies. Slowly, he followed my gaze to the cop who was talking to another cop, he was yet to spot us.

There was an empty seat nearby, Kylian tenderly dropped me on it. 

I lifted a tired, weak arm to hold him back, "p-please."

"I'll be right back." He assured me, caressing my face briefly before he stood and went to the cop. 

He tapped him on the shoulder. Attention was now on Kylian, silence reigned supreme, that even a pin drop would be considered loud and noisy.

The latter turned, but before his brain could register Kylian's face, his back was hitting a desk as he toppled over the furniture. 

Files scattered and a computer hit the ground with a thud.

"You fucking touched her, you bloody twat!" 

I was expecting the other cops to restrain Kylian for hitting a cop and causing troubles in the station, but none dared stepped forward. 

"N-no sir. I...I didn't..." The cop scrambled for safety, pushing away from Kylian on his butt as fast as he could. 

Kylian grabbed him again, shoved him so hard his back hit a shelf.

The cop let out a grunt of pain. "Please, I didn't. It...it was the other Caldwell and his girlfriend that asked me to make sure she's the only occupant of her cell and every day, I should have her beaten." He confessed, his nose bleeding. 

He was now on the floor, his hands crossed over his face to avoid more of Kylian's hits.

Even though I already knew it, hearing it made me bleed even more. Tears ran down my face, my body shaking. My mind trying to accept the fact of what Josh and Vanessa had put me through.

Kylian said nothing.

He just stepped back, and walked back to me. "Let's take you to the hospital."

Gently, he lifted me into his arms and walked out of the station, his expression unreadable. 

I looked up at him, holding onto him like a lifeline, "how did you know I was here?"

Carefully, he laid me on the passenger seat, helping me strap in. "Your mom."

"H-how?" I asked, my voice tired but curious.

He skirted round the car, opening the driver's side to take over the wheel, "she called me." He cast me a soft glance, "on a second thought, I'll call my doctor. He'll be treating you at the penthouse."

"Y-you have a penthouse?" 

He didn't react to the surprise in my tone. He picked up his phone and made a call to his doctor. Then for the next call, he threw me a look before saying to whoever was at the other end of the line, "change of plans. Leave right now and take the back door."