Chapter 14

Beggar

Storm’s yells do nothing to help me keep those memories from attacking me.

Only my name, only one name would help me now.

And I never told him my name, I never told any of them who I am.

There's no changing that now.

The darkness of my mind is taking over, my nightmare a living reality.

The only thing I can do is let it happen, relive that which has haunted me, see his face, smell the breath I wish was retched, and feel those fingers squeezing my throat until it constricts, until my vision blurs as he rapes me, over and over,

“Scream Beggar, SCREAM.”

We all have our nightmares, some smaller than others, but nightmares all the same. I just wish mine didn't feel so real.

A normal girl, someone like Falon, would've stopped to think before they ran out in a man’s t-shirt and nothing else.

I'm not normal. I wished to be a normal girl, but beggars, we never get that choice.

My bare feet clap against the gravel road, the loose stones poking my hardened heels. I'm not supposed to go far, I know this, but I just keep going, I can't stop.

A chrome of metal stops in front of me, no light warning me, or maybe I run into it, I'm not sure. I stumble and fall flat on my butt, my ass cheeks get poked and bruised.

But it's a small pinch to what's happened to it before.

My breathing is heavy.

The rise and fall of my chest visible as bright lights point straight at me. My nakedness clear to see.

Instinct kicking in, I close my legs and shield my eyes with my free hand and slowly stand up.

“Wanna go for a ride?” The deep tenor voice breaks through my ears. Breaks through it all with just that demanding tone.

His words penetrating through the fog of my mind.

I can't look at him without getting blinded by his lights so I take a step to the side, out of the spotlight.

I should say no, and go back to Storm’s room.

“Yeah,” I agree too quickly.

Why?! I'm not sure, maybe it's because the way he asked me wasn't really a question but more of a ‘you coming for a ride.’ Or maybe it's the fact that I'm so scared of him that I don't think it's a good idea to say no to a big broody biker that can snap me in half without much effort.

I just know I'm going for a ride with this green-eyed man.

I stand there without moving, aware of the dirt stuck on the cheeks of my ass and small stones still embedded on my palms. I don't dust it off, I'm too stunned to do anything by what this man had just done.

“I don't got all day.” He drawls the words out, rolling it over his tongue.

Something peeks out between his teeth. I think it's one of those tongue piercings. I walk closer to him, mindful that Storm isn't chasing after me anymore.

“I don't got any panties,” I shoot back.

He’s quiet and so still and I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't have said that. But he throws his head back and laughs, his face transforms as it crinkles around his eyes and pulls around his cheeks. The man has a really nice laugh. My lips tug, and for the first time I get on the back of Zero’s bike.

My arms wrapped around his cut, hair tucked in the t-shirt I'm wearing. My cheek on his back. My legs brushing his denim clad thighs.

The engines roar going straight to my core and the heat of his machine warming my naked one. I welcome the motor fumes into my lungs, and the light essence of Zero's manly scent.

My mind blanks by the hum of the engine. I'm not aware of much until I feel Zero's fingers grip my thighs just above my knees. He pulls me roughly, my ass dragged on the leather seat until my hips are plastered to his back. Zero throttles the engine, as if he didn't just shatter me with that one innocent touch.

He's taking it fast. My body moving with his to the glide and drop of the machine. And for a second, I swear I’m flying.