Chapter 8

8

Perrie – Age Twenty-Four

I blink rapidly to try and stop my tears as I watch Oliver—no, Acid , storm out of the diner, but they don’t stop; instead, they flow hard and fast as breathing becomes too goddamn hard.

Surely, he’s not about to leave, not after we…not now….

I watch with a lump in my throat as he climbs on his bike before spinning out of the parking lot without looking back. Sobs break through, and I cover my mouth, trying to silence them, but they continue to echo in the quiet diner.

My body shakes, and I squeeze my eyes tight, the disgust in his eyes hitting me so hard I feel like I’m about to vomit.

He kissed me; he took things that far, and I went along with it because deep down, I’m still that young teenager wishing for the boy she gave her heart to notice her.

God, I nearly came as well. If I didn’t have that little panic attack, my mind going back to the abortion and the pain I felt, and got him to pull out before coming, I would have orgasmed, and he-he….

Oh God, he left me….

Trying to breathe through my sobs, I slowly move off the counter, needing to get out of this place but in my haste, I slip. Gasping, I fall hard on my butt from the root beer splashed all over the floor. I place my hands down to brace for my fall, only to cry out as sharp pains shoot through my left palm, and I bring it up.

I let out a loud sob at the glass embedded in my palm as blood seeps from the wound. Gently, I grab it, pulling it out of my palm, causing more blood to spill at the same time.

I silently cry and throw the glass on the floor before slowly standing so I don’t fall again, my eyes going to my torn underwear, my tears falling faster.

Austin’s grip tightens as his brother removes my shorts and panties, and I kick out, screaming, hoping to knock him off and get someone’s attention….

I squeeze my eyes tight, hating what has come into my head. Acid holding me the way he did, gripping my hair, there was no panic, all I could focus on was him.

It felt right, he felt right, he felt like home, and for him to….

Sobbing, I decide to say, “screw it,” and go to the door. I lock it before heading to the back to grab my bag. Without a care that I haven’t cleaned up the spill or my panties, I walk out the backdoor, which locks automatically behind me.

I go to the Mustang. I throw my bag on the passenger seat before climbing in, then grip the steering wheel. My body shakes as I try to control my tears, my heart torn in two by the way he looked at me.

He was disgusted…. He left….

My heart pounds, my heart thumping. I can’t do this. Taking deep breaths, I turn the ignition, revving the car, reversing out of the spot, and pausing in the middle of the road, squeezing the steering wheel.

I look down the road and take another deep breath before mumbling, “Fuck it,” and I spin, pressing my foot on the gas before flooring it, causing my tires to squeal as smoke follows me.

A little over and hour later, I chew my bottom lip as the phone rings.

“Come on, come on…” I whisper before holding my breath as they finally pick up.

“Hello?” a voice questions over the line, and I wince.

“Hi, uh, Piston, I…uh thought I dialed Natalie’s number…” I stammer.

Crap, did I dial his accidentally?

He clears his throat. “You did; she’s in the shower. Why are you calling from an unknown number, sweetheart?”

Uh oh….

I clear my throat and decide to divert him. “Let me guess, once a month screw fest because you both don’t want to cheat after being married for nearly three years?” I ask, then wince as someone clears their throat from behind me.

Double crap….

“Perrie,” He says exasperated.

I cut him off, “I know, I get it, you think she trapped you and that she wants another baby, yet you still screw her but won’t sit down with her and have a rational conversation. You both love each other, and neither want a commitment for different reasons, but honestly, you both need to pull your heads out of your butts. Aurora agrees….”

Piston groans. “Right, you know what? I’ll have Natalie call you back; I thought I missed your voice after years of grunts, but now, not so much.”

I quickly speak before he can hang up because this is the only call I’m getting, and I state, "Sure, but have her call the police station downtown on 6th, but don’t tell Acid….”

He’s quiet for a moment, and I bite my lip before side-eyeing the officer who’s looking really impatient.

“Are you hurt?” he asks calmly, too calmly for my liking. Natalie’s, “Piston, why are you on my phone?” just hits my ears before he speaks again, stating, “It’s Perrie. Pez, answer the question, are you hurt?”

My eyes tear up, and I admit, “Physically, no, emotionally….” I sniffle. “I, uh, got arrested….”

“Arrested!” he shouts, and I pull the phone from my ear with a flinch. The officer raises a bushy, black brow at me, and I give him a sheepish smile.

“What, she’s been arrested?” I hear Natalie gasp in shock, and I wince.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes,” is all he says before hanging up. I wince again and look at the officer.

“Do I have to wait in the cell?”

He smirks at my question, then takes a step back, and I groan, making my way back to the cells.

Man, Piston is going to kill me….

“One hundred and twenty. Are you fucking kidding me, Perrie? You could have killed yourself!” Piston shouts as the officer kindly climbs out of my Mustang after pulling up next to the club truck.

I give the officer another sheepish smile, and he chuckles, handing me my keys and muttering, "Good luck,” already knowing how Piston is.

It turns out they went to school together—who knew?

“Piston,” Natalie tries, but he holds his hand up to her, making her scowl and narrow her dark blue eyes at him.

He sighs. “She could have killed herself, Nat.”

My eyes tear, and I admit, “Acid and I had sex on the counter at the diner.” They both look at me with shock, and I whisper, “Once finished, he regretted it instantly and left me, legs open, panties on the floor, with a disgusted look. I-I needed to breathe….”

Piston's jaw tenses before he walks over to me and takes me into his arms. I let out a sob, gripping his cut, and he holds me tight. I hear Natalie’s footsteps before I feel her lips on the side of my head, and I squeeze my eyes tight, wishing things were different.

I groan in pain as Franky parts my legs and thrusts inside me. Sharp, shooting pain hits, and I scream out again, Austin once again covering my mouth.

I can’t breathe; I feel like I’m dying….

Back in the gym, the next day, I hit the bag hard with my fist, the memories consuming me.

After Piston ensured I had all charges dropped, Nat and I went to her little house, which Piston has no idea exists, where Aurora, our friend, was waiting for us with pizza and ice cream. We spent the night doing each other’s nails, staying away from the conversation of Acid and what happened. Instead, we spoke about Nat’s job interview next week and Aurora’s school quarterback, who she has a crush on.

She’s only seventeen but is wise beyond her years, but she’s also sweet as everything, which is why, when she told me Acid loved me, Natalie gave me a sad smile; it’s something she brings up every time we meet.

Aurora’s innocent and sees the world through rose-tinted glasses, believing in love….

Her dad is friends with Steal; that is how we all met. Natalie has been out of college for two years, and finally, Meadow Elementary is hiring, and I know she’ll get the teaching job.

They both believe I graduated; everyone does, but I’m still not sure what I want to do with my life. Having a business degree was to help dad, but he’s gone, and I just don’t know if I can run the gym without him.

My walls flutter around Ollie’s member, and I gasp in surprise against his mouth, making him groan as he thrusts harder, his right hand gripping my hair, sending tingles down my body.

The way he dominates me yet makes me feel whole, it’s amazing….

I hit the bag with quick jabs, left, right, left, right, tears stinging my eyes.

He felt so right until he didn’t…until he realized how dirty I am….

“Fuck, you have to feel how tight she is, brother; her blood coating your cock is an amazing feeling,” Franky grunts.

I sob, hitting the bag harder, my knuckles stinging, proof I’ve cut them, but I ignore the sensation and move quicker and quicker, until I hit the bag at a wrong angle, and my wrist twists funny.

I cry out and drop to the ring floor, ignoring the sweat dripping off my body. I sob, my body shaking violently.

Why did I have to love him?

Why did they have to taint me?

Why can’t I be enough?