Saving Ayden

by Muriel Garcia

  “It’s pointless Pretty Girl, no one will hear you, we are in the middle of nowhere. No one will ever find you. You are mine forever.” He says adding a third finger, fucking me harder and faster.

  “This is going to be amazing Pretty Girl. Not as beautiful as our first time—I mean I was your first, but I know I was good and you enjoyed it. A girl’s first time is really important.” He licks and kisses down my neck.

  I can’t help the tears, I know they are pointless but they fall freely.

  “Don’t cry Pretty Girl. I know you are going to love this.” He says as he thrust into me painfully slowly. It still hurt as much as before and I cry in pain but again my sounds of distress are muffled.

  “I know you are sore but practice makes perfect Pretty Girl. You’ll be okay and love this I promise.” H e says as he keeps thrusting in and out, going harder and faster with each trust.

  I lay there motionless, wanting to escape the reality that has now become mine—my own personal Hell. I can’t live this nightmare over and over. I’m in so much pain from what he’s doing to me but my heart is breaking for Ant and for my family, they will be wondering where I could be.

  I think back to the day Ant confessed his love for me and when we shared our first kiss. Needing my happy thoughts to get me through this.

  A couple of minutes later, he thrusts hard, too hard, it’s too painful and brings me back to this unwanted reality. He groans and pulls out, again I feel him drip out of me.

  “Hmm looks like I was a bit rough, there’s a bit of blood but I’m sure you’ll be okay.” He kisses me over the gag then zips his pants. He leaves me in this room, once again locking the door.

  It hurts so much. I’m crying hard, because of the pain and what is happening to me. All because of the club. Surely they can’t have done something so horrible that this is the payback. I’m wondering if they are even looking for me.

  I start coughing and gagging. I’m unable to move and feel like I’m going to be sick. I’m heaving and I feel like I’m slipping away. I feel weightless, barely able to breathe until I hear a loud noise and my captor yelling at me.

  “You fucking ungrateful bitch.” He takes off the gag and slaps me hard then turns me to the side right before I throw up. I wish he hadn’t come in so I could have choked on my own vomit, then I’d be done with this nightmare.

  I try to scream but he quickly covers my mouth with his hand. “You scream and I’ll kill you. It’ll be a very slow and painful death. I’ll cut you all over your body and let you bleed out very slowly. That would be quite sweet to witness you fucking slut, that’s all you are!” He yells and slaps me again before putting the gag back in and leaving the room.

  I slowly lose consciousness and I’m grateful, I hope I never wake up.

  I have no idea how long I’ve been here and I don’t know how long it’s been since the last time he raped me. The only thing I’m sure of is that I don’t think I can keep on fighting much longer. He’s been in a couple more times since the last time I was fully conscious. Always taking what he wants from me before he comes and leaves me abused and alone. I want this to end. I want my life to end.

  He comes in the room and undoes my wrists first and rolls me to the side, tying them behind my back.

  “We’re going to switch things up a bit Pretty Girl.” He chuckles and unties my feet, rolls me onto my stomach and ties them back again to the foot of the bed. “You’re going to love this.” I freeze hearing his zipper going down. “This might hurt a bit more Pretty Girl but you’re going to love it.” He slaps my ass and I lay there motionless. I feel numb. If I struggle it’s going to be so much worse. I hate myself for letting him do this to me, but I don’t have much choice. Only I wasn’t prepared for what was about to come.

  He thrusts hard in my pussy a couple of times from behind before pulling all the way out. Only this time he doesn’t thrust back in, instead he puts the head of his cock against my ass and pushes in slowly. I scream in pain but the gag is still tightly in place. It hurts even more than the very first time he raped me and he’s not gentle about it either.

  “This feels so fucking good Pretty Girl.” He moans thrusting hard, pushing me into the bed with each time of his body. He wraps his hand in my hair and pulls hard, slapping my ass yet again. “I knew you had a kinky side in you Pretty Girl. I know you love it as much as I do.” He groans and continues thrusting harder and faster into me.

  He keeps going until he empties himself in my ass and leaves me there, face down on the bed. I’m naked on the bed, covered in his come, my own urine and shit.

  “This was so amazing Pretty Girl. We’ll have to do it again.” He leaves the room as fast as he came in, not forgetting to lock the door. Never forgetting to lock the door.

  I slip out of consciousness again, wondering how much more my body can take. I hope this nightmare will end soon…

  Sometime later, he came back yet again. I don’t know how long he waits between each time, but I know he’s not always in, well wherever we are. I heard a car once before and we seem to be in the middle of nowhere.

  He raped me again. I’ve lost count on how many times he’s done it. I’m damaged for good, even if Ant would still want me after learning what happened to me, I wouldn’t be able to handle anyone touching me ever again.

  One thing was different this time though. He didn’t lock the door. Even when I’m barely conscious, I hear the lock click in the door—but not this time. I don’t know if I’ll be able to escape but it’s worth a try, and if it fails, he will probably kill me and end my nightmare.

  What’s even more fucked up about all of this is that he’s actually thinking we are in a relationship and that this is perfectly normal. It sickens me.

  I hear a car engine start and the gravel moving under the weight of a moving car. It’s now or never.

  Over the past couple of hours? Days? I’ve been trying to undo the binds around my wrists. It’s not easy but it’s slowly coming undone, he did it with duct tape so I’m sure I can break free somehow. It takes me a couple of minutes to finally loosen it enough for me to slip my hand out of it. I take off the blindfold and the cloth that was gagging me and attached with tape. I undo the binds at my feet and try to get up but it’s proven to be a hard task as I’m so weak, it’s hard for me to stand up.

  It takes me a couple of minutes to get my balance back and walk out of the room. I can’t escape completely naked so I grab the first thing I see, a dirty shirt and sweatpants. I don’t care if they are dirty, I need something to cover myself up with and make my escape.

  I freeze as I was about to put the clothes on. I see my reflection in the mirror. I don’t look like myself anymore. I’ve lost weight, I’m dirty, I have scratches and red marks all over my body. I have dried blood and come on my thighs and boobs and blood is dripping from a fresh cut on my arm probably from the duct tape.

  I don’t think twice and run to the door, of course it’s locked. I look around and see what I could use to break free and grab a lamp and hit the window with the base of it, shattering the window with it. I move the biggest shard of glass to the side and climb out of the window, wincing when I step on a piece of glass but I don’t have time to take care of it.

  I have no idea where I am but I run towards the woods, making sure to follow along the road. I run as fast as I can which unfortunately for me isn’t fast enough.

  I make it to a road and see a car approach, going towards the city. I don’t know if it’s my captor or not but whoever is in the car seems to have spotted me. They slow down and get out of their car. I start running deeper into the woods—scared it’s him back after me again. I hear a voice call after me. I freeze hearing a woman’s voice. I turn around and see her follow me.

  I take a deep breath and rush towards her.

  “Oh my God, what happened to you sweetheart?” She asks wrapping me in her jacket.

  “I… I was attacked.” I don’t dare tell her what really happened. I’m too a
shamed.

  “Do you want me to take you to the hospital and call home?” She asks in a soft voice leading me towards her car. I’m really nervous, what if she is working with my captor? What if she takes me back there? “Hey it’s okay, you can trust me. I’m a cop.” She shows me her badge. Detective Lewis.

  “No please! No hospital. I’ll be okay. C-could you take me home please,” I whisper and get in her car telling her my address.

  I can’t tell her what happened, even if I want to. I need to leave, to run away as far as I can.

  “Don’t worry sweetheart, you will be okay.” She says soothingly. I wish she were right.

  “I doubt it.” I whisper hugging my knees to my chest.

  “I was taken away when I was seven and abused. I don’t remember any of the details because I was so young, but I know how you feel.”

  “I wish I could forget all about it.” I whisper.

  “It’s going to be okay. We’ll catch who took you and they won’t be able to hurt you anymore.” She squeezes my hand and I flinch. “Sorry sweetheart.”

  “Not your fault. You can’t go after him, he will know I told someone and it will fall back on me again.” I sniff.

  “You need to tell someone or it will eat you alive. It’ll follow you your whole life.” She says softly.

  “I… I will.” I lie. I can’t tell anyone. She knows I’m lying. She just nods and drives into the city.

  We drive in silence until we reach my parent’s house.

  “Thank you.” I say softly and give her the jacket back.

  “I know you don’t want to but please trust me. You need to tell someone.” I nod and get out of the car and head to the front door on wobbly legs.

  I’m glad my father’s bike isn’t in front of the house. My car is where I left it. I take in a shuddering breath and walk to the door, ringing the doorbell.

  I don’t have to wait long before my mom opens up and breaks down crying seeing me.

  “Princess.” She hugs me tightly and I hug her back tightly. She helps me in the house never letting go of me.

  We embrace each other for long minutes and I’m so grateful to be here and with her. I never thought I’d see my mom again.

  “What happened to you Princess?” She whispers holding me at arm’s length taking the state I’m in. I shake my head, unable to tell her. “You know you can tell me anything Princess.” She begs me.

  “I… I can’t I’m sorry Mom.” I sniff and hug her again.

  “It’s okay. I’m here whenever you need me. I need to call your Dad and Ant—they've been worried sick. We all have been.”

  “Please don’t. I need to go. I need to be on my own for a while.” I say softly looking down.

  “Where are you going to go?” She asks softly, completely devastated all over again.

  “I don’t know yet.” I sniff. “Can I take your car? I just need to be away. I promise I will be in touch.” I look up at her and she nods.

  “Of course Ayden. You should go get cleaned up and take whatever you want to take.” She says sadly.

  “Thanks Mom. I love you. It’s not forever, I just need some time.” I kiss her cheek. “Please don’t tell Dad now, wait until I’m gone please.”

  “I will. It’s going to be hard but I will. I’m glad you’re still alive, we thought of the worst.” If only she knew…

  “I’m okay Mom.” That’s totally a lie, I’m far from okay but I can’t admit that to her.

  “I hope so Princess.” She says softly.

  I head up the stairs and take a scorching hot shower, ridding myself of any trace of blood, come, or dirt. After spending what seems like forever under the warm water, I still feel dirty. I get out of the shower and get dressed in jeans, a shirt, and a sweater. I pack a couple of things quickly that I will need and my college acceptance letter for NYU.

  I never planned on going to NYU but I still kept it. It will be put to good use.

  A couple of minutes later, I head downstairs with a big bag and my backpack.

  My mom is in tears, sitting in the kitchen. I walk to her and hug her.

  “It’s okay mom. I’ll be okay, maybe not today or tomorrow but I’ll get there. I just need a bit of time to think and get better. I promise I will be in touch in a couple of hours.” I kiss her cheek.

  “I love you Princess. Please don’t leave us. We will keep you safe. You know your father and Ant will always protect you and make sure you are safe.” She is on the verge of tears and so am I.

  “I’m sorry Mom, but I can’t. I really need some space.” I sniff and hug her again.

  “I…” She sighs and nods softly. I hate that she feels like she just lost a fight with me but I can’t stay here. God knows what would happen if I do stay here. I don’t even want to imagine it. “Please stay safe, whatever happened to you must be really horrible for you to pack your bags and leave. I’m always there for you, call me whenever you want, day or night okay?” She whispers resting her forehead on mine, both of us openly crying.

  “I will. I love you too Mom.” We hug each other again.

  A couple minutes later, I’m on the road to New York, hoping no one will follow me. I need this. I need to be on my own. It might not be the best decision but it’s what I need to do.

  Chapter 3

  Anthony

  It’s been a week since Ayden went missing and we’ve been looking everywhere for her. No one knows where she is. We were supposed to meet up at the hotel but she never showed up. I tried calling her but she never picked up, eventually it was sent straight to voicemail.

  At first I thought she had changed her mind and didn’t want to tell me or was scared I’d get mad—but I never would get mad at her.

  I decided to drive back to her place to see if she was still there and indeed, her car was there. At first I didn’t think much of her car was in the driveway with her bag inside of it. I checked inside the house thinking maybe she was running late. But the house was empty. I was confused and worried.

  Something must have happened to her. I walked back to her car and looked for anything that could help me but there was nothing out of place besides her not being there.

  I called her father and he called the MC and we’ve been looking for her for the past three days. We got the cops involved and they still haven’t been able to find her.

  We thought of the men from the Bastards from Hell MC at first, maybe they had her as retaliation but they didn’t have her. It was hard to believe them at first but they said if it were the ones responsible for her attack then they would have made sure we knew it was them.

  We kept looking for her and had our other charters involved. It was driving me insane not knowing what happened to her or where she was. Her parents had no idea either—she didn’t leave a note or anything to tell us she was leaving. All of us were clueless.

  I’m brought back to reality hearing my phone ring. I pick it up without looking at the caller ID. “Did you find her?” I ask not caring who might be calling.

  “Yes.” Her mom whispers. I let out a long sigh of relief, knowing my Sweet Cheeks is still alive.

  “Thank fuck! What happened? Is she home? I’m coming over.” I say rather quickly and I’m about to hang up when she calls my name. “Yes?”

  “I don’t know what happened, she wouldn’t tell me. She showed up at the door in dirty clothes and she’s lost a lot of weight.” Her voice is strained. It’s as hard for her to tell me all this than it is for me to hear it.

  “I need to see her Josie.” I plead to her.

  “She’s not here Anthony. I’m sorry.” She breaks down crying.

  “Where is she?”

  “She’s gone, she packed her stuff and left. I don’t know where to but she said she needed time to herself, to get herself together.” I feel numb. “I’m sorry Anthony. I wish I had better news, at least she’s alive.” She whispers.

  “It’s not your fault Josie. Thank you for calling me. Please, call me when you h
ear from her again, even if she tells you not to, I need to hear how she is doing.” I finish softly.

  “I will Sweetie, don’t worry. I know how much you love her. If you ever need anything, come over okay?”

  “I will,” I say softly. “Goodnight.”

  “Goodnight.”

  I get back on my bike and drive back to the compound, I can’t go home. Especially not now that I know she went back, packed her stuff and left without as much as a goodbye note or text or anything.

  I’d rather have her dump me and tell me to my face that she doesn’t want to see me anymore than pack her shit and leave.

  Everybody was still clueless about what happened to her but at least she’s still alive.

  And just like that, I lost my Sweet Cheeks. My light. My everything. I’m empty inside. She was the only think that was keeping me happy and without her I don’t feel like anything could ever make me happy again.

  She took my heart with her. I know unless I have her back, I will never be happy again.

  Chapter 4

  Ayden

  October 18, 2014

  I’ve been back home in New Orleans for a couple of months now. I spent the past six years in New York. I took off after that night and distanced myself from everyone. I couldn’t stand being here anymore, around the people I loved, but who were indirectly responsible for what happened to me. Not that they know what happened, but I had to go. I spent four years studying day and night to get my MBA in marketing while working at a café on campus. Not the best idea when you are not good with meeting and interacting with the outside world, but it was the closest place to where I lived at the time that was hiring students so it made the decision to work there pretty easy.

  After I finished my MBA, I started a year long apprenticeship at a big marketing company. It was a really good experience professionally, but emotionally it was a disaster. Not that I let it show. I tried my best to hide that I was scared shitless to talk to people and work closely with them in order to make their company or product sellable and look good.

  I became very good at it, but damn it, if it’s not a personal Hell. Who in their right mind would pick a career in a field where they have to constantly interact with others, when they are socially awkward and can’t talk to others without stuttering? This one right here!