by Kay Maree
“I need to check you internally, I will feel for a hymen, it will be very quick, and Hadley will be in the room with you the whole time.”
“If my hymen is no longer there? What then?” she asked trying to keep the panic at bay as to what might have happened to her.
“Well unfortunately it will be too early to do a pregnancy test, but I will be able to draw blood to check for STI’s and in around four weeks’ time, if you are still with us, we can do a pregnancy test, but it takes about four weeks, before a pregnancy will show,” Doc explained.
“Everything will be alright, we will make sure you are safe, if you want me to call the police, or your dad or you want us to take you to the hospital then we will do it, you just say the word of what you need and I will make sure it happens,” Hadley said, taking Lyric’s hand again and giving it a pat.
Lyric nodded and sighed, looking between Doc and Hadley, “okay, let’s check,” she said.
The test only took a matter of seconds, as much as she was mortified to have Doc’s fingers inside her, he was very gentle, and Hadley continued to squeeze Lyric’s hand in support. Lyric stared at the roof, too embarrassed to make eye contact with either Doc or Hadley.
“Lyric, you weren’t raped, sweetheart, your hymen is still intact,” Doc said with a warm smile.
Lyric let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding and felt fresh tears start to fall over her cheeks with relief. Gable may have beat her senselessly, he may have taken her from the only people she loved but he didn’t take that one piece of her body that was hers to give, that she had control over. Hadley pulled Lyric into her arms, sitting her up and rocking her back and forth, cooing in her ear, until her sobs subsided.
“Hadley, I’d like to ring my dad please?” she asked.
Hadley looked down at her and smiled, “of course sweetheart, let me get my phone, and you can give him a call.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
X
He paced the hallway while Doc was in there. They had heard Hadley ask Lyric if she was a virgin. Fuck, if she had been raped, he didn’t know how he was going to react. Doc opened the door and stepped out. X looked up over at him.
“She is still intact,” Doc said, X let out a gush of breath that he hadn’t realized he was holding.
He couldn’t explain his feelings towards this girl, but even her name Lyric, did something to his soul. She seemed to have grabbed a piece of his heart and he couldn’t give her up. X shook his head and ran his hands up over his face, he needed to get a grip. Blaine came down the hallway and looked over at him.
“She’s awake?” he asked.
“Yeah, her name is Lyric. She was taken by Gable and held there, she was going to be turned into a fucking baby factory,” X spat.
“Shit, so where did she come from?” Blaine asked.
X shrugged his shoulders, “she said that she was taken from her dad’s house. She asked Hadley if she could ring her dad, so I guess we will find out soon.”
“What a fucking clusterfuck,” Blaine said.
“You can say that again.”
The bedroom door opened, and Hadley stepped out of the room, her eyes held a sadness he saw when she looked at the other girls that had come through their doors. She was like their club mum, she always kept the girls under her wing, but it seemed Lyric had crept under her skin just as she had X’s.
Hadley shook her head and sighed, before nodding down the hallway, leading X and Blaine further into the club rooms. When she stopped just before the bar room doors, she ran her hands up over her hair.
“I don’t know what kind of fucked up situation that little girl has found herself in, but it’s not a good one,” she sighed.
“What do you know?” Blaine asked, folding his arms across his chest.
“I gave her my phone to ring her dad, she used the number she had for him, but it had been disconnected, she tried her three brothers. All three numbers had been disconnected. She even tried to ring the auto shop she said her dad owned, and that number was disconnected. If your little girl has been abducted, why the fuck would you disconnect all your numbers?” she explained.
X frowned, it made no sense, unless what Gable told her was the truth, that her father had given her to him. What kind of fucked up father would do that to his little girl? X just couldn’t believe that, that would be the case. Looking over at Blaine’s face, X could see that he was thinking the same thing.
“We have her name now, let’s get Arsen looking online to see if there was a missing person’s report put out for her, that will at least give us a bit more of an idea if she was abducted or sold. How long has she been missing for?” Blaine asked.
“Gable took her on the 15th of December,” Hadley answered.
X’s eyes widened, it was now July, seven months she had been gone for. He couldn’t believe that she had never been raped in all that time, the story wasn’t adding up. Gable would fuck his own daughter to procreate, fuck, the rumors said that his sons were byproducts of him fucking his sister’s. Gable himself was a created in an incestuous affair between his father and his eldest sister. The whole situation was fucked up.
X, Hadley and Blaine stood silent, lost in their thoughts. X could see that Hadley was worried about her, but Blaine was trying to work out the mystery, while X wondered what this girl was hiding. It was obvious that she hadn’t been raped, Doc confirmed that, and he believed she was beaten. But seven months? X shook his head. He just couldn’t be sure that she was telling the truth. Had she been planted here? Could Gable be setting the whole thing up, to try and bring the club down from the inside. He ran his hands up over his face. X was exhausted, it had been a long four days. He needed sleep, his mind wasn’t clear, and it made it difficult to think about their next steps.
“I’m going to go for a ride past the auto shop, maybe that will give us an idea of what the hell is going on. Some of this story isn’t adding up and we are missing too much information,” X said, breaking the silence.
Blaine nodded his head and clapped X on the back, “I’m going to come with you, Gannon can hold down the fort, and get Arsen looking into missing persons reports,” he said before turning to Hadley, “I want you to keep chatting with Lyric, X is right, something isn’t sitting well with me. She was missing too long for her not to have been integrated into Gable’s system. She should have already been impregnated by now, the man is a pig, and it’s not like him to wait for consent. I want you to see if her story stays the same.”
Hadley nodded her head and frowned; her eyes widened as she realized suddenly that what Blaine was saying was true. There was no way that Gable would have waited for Lyric to be ready to willingly have sex with him. If her story was true, there was more that they didn’t know. X didn’t like not having all the facts, not being in control made him nervous, because where there was no control there was chaos, and chaos meant trouble. Trouble that X didn’t have time for.
The ride over to the auto shop took less than ten minutes. If Lyric’s father hadn’t sold his daughter, it might astonish her to realize just how close by she was held. When they pulled up out the front of the shop, it was easy to see that the place was abandoned. The front windows were boarded up and the place was like a ghost town. X killed the engine on his bike and sat looking at the shell of a building. To the side of the shop was a small weatherboard home. The windows of the house were smashed, and the sides of the walls had been vandalized. X wondered if this was perhaps where Lyric’s family had lived.
Blaine stepped off his bike and looked around, “come on, let’s go and see what we can find,” he said.
X nodded before stepping off his bike and taking his helmet off. He flicked his head towards the house, “I think we should check out the house first,” he said.
Blaine nodded and started to make his way over to the home. Once they got to the front door, it was then that X noticed the police tape. “Shit,” he swore, this wasn’t good. Lo
oking over at Blaine, he saw that he was thinking the same thing as X. If there was police tape across the front of the home, that means something went down, possibly more than an abduction.
Lifting the tape, X climbed under and entered the darkened house. The first thing he noticed was that despite the vandalism that seemed to have happened to the outside of the building, the inside was relatively untouched. Furniture still sat in the places where it was last used, books were neatly stacked in a bookshelf. The television remote tossed carelessly on a coffee table, as if someone just got up from the couch. The only real tell that they were in an abandoned house was the musty smell in the air from having been locked up.
Slowly X and Blaine started to move their way through the house, when they got to the kitchen, they noticed rotting food that was still sitting on a bench, like someone had been making dinner all those months ago. On the center of the kitchen floor, was a large rusty brown stain. X immediately recognized what it was, blood. There was too much blood for just a small injury, this is a stain that had been caused by someone’s death.
“X,” Blaine called, X looked over his shoulder to see Blaine standing at a door that looked like it could lead into a back yard.
Blaine ran his finger over a series of holes, which X recognized. They were bullet holes caused by a shot gun.
“Shit,” X groaned, “There was no evidence Lyric had been shot, so this has to be one of her family members doesn’t it?”
“Yeah I reckon so,” Blaine confirmed.
They continued to move through the house, when they reached a hallway, they found two more blood stains, one outside a masculine looking bedroom and the other outside a bathroom. Once again there were the same pellet holes scattered over the wall and door behind the stains. Three people at least had been shot in the house. X wasn’t sure how many people Lyric had in her family, he knew at least of a father and brothers, but he didn’t know if there was a mum and how many brothers. Hadley had told them that all the numbers Lyric tried was disconnected, that means that she hadn’t been able to get in contact with any of her family. If Gable had orchestrated the execution of her entire family, it made X believe her story to be true.
Blaine opened a door at the end of a hallway and growled, X followed him down and looked in the room. It was a girl’s bedroom; he knew that it was Lyric’s room without even having to search. In the middle of her floor, right beside her bed was another blood stain. Four people, one of them having been killed in her bedroom. As they stood looking around, Blaine’s phone shrilled out a ring, causing them both to jump and swear.
“Arsen,” Blaine barked down the line. Blaine listened as the prospect explained what he had found in his search, his frown getting deeper and his face reddening with anger. When he hung up the phone Blaine turned and shook his head.
“Her entire fucking family was slaughtered. Her eldest brother was found in the kitchen with his head blown off, her two other brothers in the hallway and her father in her bedroom. He got it the worst. He wasn’t simply shot. He had been held and tortured over a period of time, before he finally died as a result of his injuries,” Blaine explained.
X looked down at the bloodstain in the middle of Lyric’s bedroom and shook his head, this kid had been thrown into a world that she should never been a part of.
“Her mum?” X asked.
“Already dead, apparently died when she was younger, they believe the father was running drugs for Gable on the side, the auto shop being the front for the real money.”
“Fuck, were the brothers in on it too?” X asked.
Blaine shrugged his shoulders and shook his head, “dunno, Arsen didn’t say, he said that he was able to get a hold of the police report. They suspected Gable, but you know as well as I do, what cops we don’t have in our pocket, he has in theirs, so I don’t imagine anyone would have investigated it too hard.”
X ran his hands up over his face, he didn’t know what to do or what to even tell the girl. She seemed to have had no idea what extracurricular activities her father was into. It still didn’t answer the question as to why Gable had left her intact for as long as he did, and X wasn’t sure that he could still trust her. There were more answers to questions he didn’t know, but slowly the story was starting to unravel.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Lyric
Doc was sitting with Lyric when the door swung open and a young blonde guy came into the room. His entire face was pierced, but that wasn’t what drew Lyric’s eyes, it was the sadness in his eyes.
“Hi, my name is Arsen,” he said with a smile, “um, Blaine our Pres and X asked me to come and talk to you to help find your family. I’m kinda good with computers.”
Arsen held up a laptop and gave an awkward smile. Lyric nodded her head; she was grateful that they wanted to help her find her dad and her brothers. She tried to ring them, but all the numbers were disconnected, even the shop number. Her stomach churned with the thought that there was a possibility that what Gable said was true, her father had sold her, he didn’t want her. That whatever he had taken from Gable meant more to him than his own daughter. She didn’t want to believe it, but what alternative was there?
Arsen sat down in a chair beside Lyric’s bed and opened his laptop. “Blaine told me when you were taken by Gable, he said that Gable believed your dad had something of his?” he asked.
Lyric nodded her head and cleared her throat, “yeah, he wanted to know where it was, but I didn’t know what it was, he kept saying that if I didn’t tell him where it was, then he would take me and keep me as payment. Then on the day that he beat me unconscious he told me that my dad had decided to sell me to Gable, to become breeding stock.”
Arsen frowned and nodded his head, “did your dad do drugs? Sell them? Buy them? Or run them for anyone?”
“What? No,” Lyric exclaimed, outraged that anyone could assume her dad would do anything like that, “my dad loved me, he worked hard at the shop to give me and my brother’s everything we needed.”
“And your mum?” Doc asked quietly from the end of the bed where he sat watching the conversation.
Lyric dropped her face to her lap and sighed, “my mum died when I was twelve, she had cancer,” she said quietly.
“I’m sorry, cancer is a dreadful disease,” Doc replied, reaching out and giving her ankle a squeeze.
Lyric looked up at Doc and gave him a small smile, nodding her head. Arsen typed on his computer and bit his lip as he read.
“What is your dad and brother’s names?” he asked.
“My dad’s name is Simon McAvoy and my brother’s names are Clint, Brenton and Lachlan,” Lyric replied, tears started to prickle at her eyes as she thought of them and the time she had been away. Hadley told her that she had been missing for seven months. Had they been searching for her? Had they missed her or had they simply all moved on with their lives and that is why she couldn’t contact them.
Arsen sucked in a breath and quickly stood, snapping his laptop shut, causing Lyric to jump in shock. “Sorry, I, um, I’ve got to go and ring Blaine,” he mumbled as he quickly left the room.
Lyric frowned as she watched the door slam shut behind him, when she looked over at Doc, she noticed the look of concern on his face and the frown that was etched into his brow.
“Lyric, I’m going to go and see what that is all about, I’ll get Hadley to make you a sandwich, and have her or one of the girls come and help you have a shower,” Doc said as he stood and followed Arsen out the door.
Lyric sighed and ran her hands up over her face, tears stinging her eyes. She wanted to go home, she wanted to be back in her house, she wanted her dad, she wanted her brothers. She even wanted the smell of grease that came with living with a family of mechanics. It felt like it had been years since she saw her family, and even though seven months had been a long time, in the scheme of things, it was really a small blip. Her heart ached though when she thought of the fact that she had missed Christ
mas, she had missed her eighteenth birthday, her dad’s birthday, there was so much that she hadn’t been able to celebrate with them and unless someone was able to help her find her family there was going to be so much more that she would miss.
Tears started to trek down over her cheeks as sadness sank into her mind. She was grateful for these people who Pitt had inadvertently introduced her to. They could have dumped her somewhere else, they could have sent her back to Gable, or dumped her, nameless and without an identity while she was unconscious in some sterile hospital but instead, they cared for her and were helping her. She didn’t understand why and dreaded to think of what she would owe them for their help. Lyric knew what bike clubs were like, she knew how they treated the girls, who weren’t old ladies, she had seen it plenty at the shop when different ones came in for parts or to chat with her dad and brothers.
The door opened and Hadley came in with another lady, this one was so beautiful she was almost angelic, with her blonde hair that haloed around her face and her big blue eyes.
“I have a sandwich and some soup for you, I think maybe start with the soup, because I think it’s been a long time since you’ve had something solid in your stomach,” Hadley said, setting a bowl of steaming liquid and a sandwich on the table beside the bed.
“Hello, Lyric, my name is Angel, I’m Blaine’s wife,” the angelic woman said, how ironic was it that her name was Angel?
“Thank you for letting me stay and looking after me,” Lyric said.
Angel gave her a smile and waved her hand, “believe it or not, that’s what we do,” she said, “when we realized that Pitt dropped you here we knew it was for a reason, and he wanted to protect you, so that’s what we did.”
Lyric nodded her head and smiled at the thought of Pitt, her protector, sometimes she thought the only reason that Gable hadn’t raped her was because he was afraid of Pitt. “He kept me safe, and often sane,” Lyric said with another smile.
