Wolf: SBMC Maryland, стр. 29

Twenty-Two

Krista

We took Savannah out on the four wheelers. I haven’t done that in so long. I had the best time although I could have killed Wolf for what he did to me in his parent’s kitchen. He left me horny as hell and had a whole thirty minute conversation with his dad while I sat there trying to calm the throbbing between my legs. It was mean. Very mean especially when he kept looking over and giving me that sexy look he does. Overall it was a great day.

Now I sit on the picnic table watching Eva play outside. There are many thoughts running through my head right now. What if Wolf is right? What if I can’t keep running behind them? It isn’t really fair for me to keep doing this, is it? They don’t know that I’m here. Shaking my head, I shove off the table and head toward the park on my way back to the clubhouse. Wolf had a run to go on and I opted to come hang out here instead of in his room. He said we were going to talk about this later, but I don’t think we will be. I don’t want to discuss this with him. I sigh and keep walking when suddenly a hand covers my mouth. I try to scream but nothing comes out. A cloth covers my nose as I kick and try to fight but it all slowly leaves me. Darkness clouds my vision and soon I see nothing.

When I wake up, my head pounds. I groan and roll over, slamming into another body. Forcing my eyes to focus, I almost scream when I see Wolf. His face is bloody and bruised. Glancing around as quickly as I can, I don’t see anyone else around.

“Wolf,” I nudge him, but he doesn’t move. The dread begins in my stomach and works its way through my body. “Wolf, wake up!” I nearly scream this time. I keep saying his name until finally his groggy eyes come to meet mine. I let out a huge breath when those blue eyes flutter. I can’t lift my arms more than a few inches. I can’t move my body aside from rolling and even that’s hard.

“What the fuck?” he says, trying to lift his head. It drops back onto the floor.

“What happened?” I ask him. He just shakes his head from side to side.

“I happened.” That voice. It sends a jolt through my body. I turn my head away from Wolf before I throw up all over the floor. He’s here.

“Did you miss me, Krista?” I close my eyes wishing it was all just a dream but when my scalp screams in pain and I’m yanked to my feet, I cry.

“How did you find me?” I ask as he shoves me against the wall. My body burns, my head spins. I’ve clearly been beaten while I was knocked out too. The ache runs deep.

“Let’s just say your friends aren’t as smart as you are,” he says nodding toward the corner. Ester. God no!

“Ester!” I scream her name and try to run to her, but Tom doesn’t let me, not that I could use my legs if I tried. He slams my body back against the wall as tears fall down my cheeks. “Ester!”

“She can’t hear you. She’s already dead.”

“You son of a bitch!” I try to fight him, but my limbs feel heavy thanks to whatever drugs he pumped into me.

“I rendered you and your boyfriend useless. Neither of you will be fighting me today,” he says with the nastiest smirk I’ve ever seen in my life.

“Leave her alone. She’s happy, Tom. Please,” I beg him. He tosses me to the floor before climbing on top of me. Bile rises in my throat once more. His hands move all over my body making me cringe and cry harder. He rips my jeans down my legs as I try to fight him. He wasn’t lying. I’m too weak.

“You should have just told me where to find her. You could have saved yourself a lot of pain,” he hisses jerking his own pants down. “Richard! Drag her little boyfriend over here!” I shake my head as it spins around and around. Richard moves, dragging a near lifeless Wolf next to us.

“Leave him out of this!” I cry. Tom shoves into me and there is nothing I can do to stop him. I can’t lift my arms; they feel like they weigh a million pounds.

“Wake him up! I want him to see this,” Tom growls as he thrusts into me. Richard slaps Wolf’s face a few times before his eyes slowly open again.

“Leave her!” He tries to roar but it’s weak too. He’s worse off than I am. I turn my head and keep my eyes on Wolf’s as Tom has a repeat from so many years ago. I let my mind drift to other things. To Wolf. To the way he would make me smile but I can’t even get lost there. Not when I see the tear rolling down his cheek as he looks at me, slowly blinking his eyes. I know what he’s thinking. I know he’s pissed and angry. This wouldn’t be happening if Tom didn’t drug him. When Tom finishes, he fixes his clothes and stands over the two of us.

“You were always a good fuck, Krista. You could have had the world at your fingertips, but you didn’t see that far ahead. Now I’m going to take back what’s mine,” he says casually as if he didn’t just rape me.

“Fuck you,” I hiss at him.

“We’ve already done that.” He bends down, grabbing my chin roughly in his hands