the first place. And suddenly - I am found .
They have left me alone, and even sent in a doctor to clean my wounds. I assume the sudden kindness is only because I will be brought back out into the light soon. A couple of days without any assault or injury and I am escorted out of my cell to the showers by my guards, now with names, Kirk Broman, my stabbing victim, and a new guard, Barron Rivers. Rivers stops short and motions for me to continue in while Broman eyes me with a disgusting smile. I overhear Broman ask Rivers to go retrieve something for him that he forgot. Seconds after, Broman enters the shower and stands against the wall watching me.
“Remove your clothes and shower – now!” He yells at me, adjusting himself in expectation. I shake my head and he comes after me, ripping at my clothes, “Do it now! Or I will rip them off you and fuck you until you have no breath left to moan for more.” He pushes me to the ground causing my ribs to crack even more and my head to spin. Broman positions himself on top of me and rips my clothes half off before he unzips and takes out his erection. I feel the pressure of it against my ass, forcing its way between my thighs. I yell and scream and fight for everything I can, but have little strength left to fight him. I begin to accept it, accept my fate and get it over with. If only Nick was here, if only I had never left, he would have never gotten on that plane and I wouldn’t be here now. With a final exhale I rest against the cold, molding, tile floor and drift far away from this place. My mind drifts back to that day on the beach, in that hammock with Nick, feeling his hands on my body, laughing and smiling against his bare chest – “I want that back so badly.” I cry.
“What? You want what so badly, this dick? Give in and you can have it whore.” Broman laughs.
“Broman!” Rivers yells at him. “You are wanted at the gate.”
“I’m busy! Leave me alone …” Broman says, maintaining a tight grip on me.
“The call just came in, you are wanted at the gate. Someone has something important to give you. They said, it’s urgent.” Rivers says, swallowing hard and trying not to look my way.
Broman sighs forcing his hand between my legs. “Keep her here until I get back.” Once Broman leaves I look up to see a hand held out for me.
Helping me up, Rivers wraps a towel around me. “Go ahead and clean up. I would say you only have about five minutes before he gets back. I will take you back to your new cell when you’re done.” Rivers said before walking away and leaving me to shower in peace. When I am done he escorts me to a new cell and hands me a bag. “You will need these clothes for court tomorrow. I would appreciate when you get out of here that you make sure the promises made to me are kept.” I nod. “You will be safe here, so sleep well.”
Chapter 8
~Kayla~
Morning comes and I am safely escorted just outside the courtroom where I am greeted by my lawyer, Jackson Baylor for the first time. He doesn’t seem shocked by my injuries and assures that they will be noted, but it is unlikely the people responsible will ever be dealt with. I want to finally speak after days of silence, but he subtly shakes his head at me. Jackson takes my hand and pulls me in close, “Dwayne got bail earlier in the week with no problem, but I have a terrible feeling that things are not going to go so easily for you. Someone is out to get you. I have been met with roadblock after roadblock trying to just get you this bail hearing. Expect to go back in there and fight for your life.” I look up at his overly concerned face and smile assuredly, shocking him. “They are charging you …”
“I know what they are accusing me of,” I say with my head held high, hoping to convince him to fight harder. Jackson’s faith in me is lost, and I can’t have that, not right now. No now I need him to believe in me more than ever. Jackson takes my hand and leads me into