Chapter 7

Don't Talk About It (Sad Version) - SkyDxddy

Christian kicks my chair, pulling me back to reality.

"So, are you going to tell me who the fuck Sayshen Shaw is to you?" Christian snaps. After he and Sayshen went at it, I needed to decompress; the only way to do that is to draw. Drawing up new designs and fabrics is how I cope. It's my outlet. So, while Julian and Christian chatted about the heat and how to move forward with the race weekend, I sat in my chair—allowing myself to be completely consumed with sketching until nothing else seemed to matter. That is, until their little convo finished up, and Julian left. Now that there is no one around to keep him occupied, Christian can let loose and show me just how fucking angry he really is about Sayshen not only showing up here, but saying whatever he did before the heat race today.

"What are you talking about?"

"Don't play dumb with me, Bexley. Who the fuck is he to you? How do you two even know each other?" he questions with a condescending tone.

"I don't even know him that well. We went to the same high school, that's it," I answer quietly.

"Bullshit. It's more than that. Has to be. Everyone knows Sayshen is a fuckboy. Kid never has the same chick with him, and he sure as fuck never behaves the way he did today. Not over a piece of ass. So I'll ask you one more fucking time. Who is he to you?"

"Okay, well, I don't know anything about any of that, Christian. I swear to you I don't even know him that well. I don't know why he's acting the way he is. I haven't done anything wrong."

"Right, just like you didn't purposely forget to turn my warmers on this morning," he snaps. "You wanted him to beat me, didn't you? You ungrateful bitch. You left them off on purpose, so your little boyfriend would be able to win. God only knows that"s the only way he could ever stand a chance of beating me,"

"Do you hear yourself?" I shout back. I instantly regret the words and the tone I used to speak them. I've only made the mistake of speaking up to Christian once, and then I never let it happen again. The beating he inflicted when I stood my ground was by far the worst. I spent nearly a week in the hospital. I had to lie and say I was mugged just to be able to explain the marks littered across my body. I had a severe concussion. Multiple broken ribs, a hairline fracture in my right arm and internal bleeding, all because I didn't put enough sauce on his pasta and when he asked me for more, I told him he could help himself.

"Yes, I forgot to turn on the warmers this morning. I'm sorry, but it wasn't intentional, I promise. I am human, and I make mistakes. I just forgot, okay?" I reply, quickly taking a seat in the chair behind me.

"Mistake?" he laughs as his hand finds its way to the top of my head. He threads his thick fingers through my hair before gripping tightly at the root and pulling me up. The burning pain radiates across my scalp, and I drop my sketchbook and pencil as my hands cover his in desperation. A sob escapes me, and the intense pull on my hair guides me to stand. "Your little mistake cost me the race. I was sliding all over that fucking track, completely unable to keep up with the rest of them. But that's what you wanted, wasn't it!" he shouts inches from my face. I can feel his heated breath on my face, and my stomach lurches.

He slams my back against the steel exterior of the trailer when I don't answer him quickly enough. Pain vibrates up my spine from the impact.

"Wasn't it!" he shouts again.

"No. Christian─" I whimper. "I didn't want that, I swear. I'm sorry─"

"Sorry, you cost me the race? Or sorry that now I know about your little boyfriend? Hmm? I never took you for a whore, Bexley, but shit I guess there's a lot about you I don't know."

"No, it's not like that," his grip on my hair tightens as he holds me firmly against the side of the trailer. I'm scared. But I also knew this was coming. I knew Sayshen showing up here had sealed my fate tonight, and honestly I was okay with that. I've taken Christian's beatings before, and I can do it again.

As long as he leaves Sayshen alone.

What I didn't expect was his hand to slide under the waistband of my sweatpants, cupping my pussy. I cringe at the contact of his rough hands on my sensitive flesh.

"No? So it's not this whore pussy he's after then? Tell me, Bexley, how many times have you let him have it?" he whispers with husky breath as he shoves two fingers inside me. I cry out at the burning pain as he forces them through my opening. He leans against me, pressing his hardened cock against my thigh.

Him being turned on by the pain he inflicts on me is nothing new. Most often than not his beatings end with me being fucked raw and senseless, and not in the enjoyable way. I can't even remember the last time I actually wanted to be touched. Even on the good days, my thoughts trail back to the bad ones and sex becomes more of a chore than something I genuinely want or crave.

"Please, Christian. Stop," I plead as I try to squirm away from him. It's useless. His hold on me is too tight.

"Stop?" he seethes through tightly clenched teeth. He pulls his hand from my pants and slaps my face with the back of it. My head whips to the side as the stinging pain of the impact radiates across my cheek. "You didn't stop him though, did you? Fucking whore."

"He never even touched me, Christian. Aren't you listening? I told you it's not like that!"

"Oh, I know he did. To have the balls he did today, I know he fucked you at least once. But you know what, Bex," he spits, forcefully grabbing my chin in his hand. "That," he adds, gesturing to my crotch, "is my fucking pussy," he whispers against my face. He tugs on my sweatpants, pulling them down my body. "And I'll claim it whenever and wherever the fuck I want. You want to act like a whore? I'll ruin your pretty little cunt so that boy toy of yours never wants to touch you again."

No. Please no.

My stomach twists at the very thought of what's to come. Even though it wouldn't be the first time Christian has taken me against my will and it most likely won"t be the last either. I should fight him. But I don't. I can't. Instead, I stand there. Pinned against the exterior of the trailer, silently praying and begging for someone, anyone, to stop it—to stop him.

But who am I kidding? I had my chance, but I didn't take it.

This is my fate.

"Talon, it's not the same with Bexley for him. You have to see that dude. I know you fucking do," Reign explains. "I know you guys have this weird ass brother shit, and you feel like you have to be the hard ass all the time because your dad isn't, and shit I'll even admit that sometimes, Sayshen fucking needs it. But when it comes to her, you're fighting a losing battle man." After the guys told me what happened during the heat, I knew I had to find Sayshen and stop him from making anything worse.

"I don't care, Reign. He needs to forget about her and get his shit together before he fucks the whole team over for some chick. This is our fucking season. The Demons' season. No piece of ass is worth being so distracted over, that you let your team down."

"Why can't you just fucking accept that Bexley isn't just some chick or ‘piece of ass' to him? Would it be such a bad thing if he found a girl he was actually down for? Shit, maybe he'd settle down and actually focus more on the shit that's important, like racing," he snaps back with annoyance. "You keep acting like Bexley is the problem, but did it ever occur to you that maybe she's the fucking solution here?"

I stop, turning my eyes to Reign. Wearing a black sweater, with the hood pulled up over his head, he tucks his hands into the front pocket, and straightens his back. His green eyes hold my stare as he waits for my response. A response I don't have yet, because though I don't want to admit it, in a way, he's got a point.

I shouldn't be surprised Reign seems to rush to defend Bexley. While he doesn't know her from high school like Cruz and Sayshen, he's always naturally been protective of women. I guess being raised by a single mother does that to you. His dad left before he was ever even born, leaving him to be the man of the house. He spent a few years in a juvenile detention center for shoplifting around age twelve when his mom was let go of her job and money was tight. Fucking kid just wanted to put food on the table to help his mom out, and was locked up for it. Thankfully, shortly after, his mom met a decent dude through some friends, and things seemed to get better for them.

I never considered that Bexley could be the one to actually settle Sayshen down. Shit, I don't think I ever considered any girl could be the one that gets my little brother to settle down and get his head right. I struggle to picture anyone being that for him, let alone some girl he wanted in high school. I mean, they were just kids. They didn't know fuck all about love or what it meant to commit to someone. I was a teenager once too, and the only thing we cared about, was getting drink, busting some heads and fucking chicks. I guess I never considered that maybe, it was different for my brother. That maybe despite me wanting to see it, the little shit is more mature than I give him credit for.

"You go check the canteen, and I'll finish having a walk down the pits to see if I can find him. I'll meet you back at ours," I add. Reign nods and heads off through the crowd in a light jog toward the canteen building while I continue down the pits in search of my little brother. When Wolfe told me about Sayshen paying Christian a visit after the heat, I knew shit was about to pop off. Especially when he didn't come back to the trailer afterward. Sayshen has a temper. I don't know what his plan was going back there, but it clearly didn't go his way.

He's pressed, and that's not a good thing for any of us. Andre has been looking for him since the heat ended, and the longer it takes me to find him, the worse off shit will be.

I continue down the pits, nearing Christian's trailer when the sound of a commotion hits my ears. Curious, I duck my head under the black tent set up over the Viper's bikes and find Christian with Bexley pinned against the side of his trailer by her hair.

This motherfucker.

I know before I act that my next move is fucking stupid. It's everything I've been bitching at Sayshen about, and yet I know I can't walk away and leave her like that. I don't even have to know her the way Sayshen does, to know there is no fucking way I'm turning my back, and walking away. I need to stop him. Her head slowly turns to the side. Her eyes lifting to mine as her plump bottom lip trembles with fear. A silent plea for help floods her wide tear-filled eyes.

Without another thought, I rush over in a fit of rage. Swinging my arm back before slamming my fist into the side of Christian's head. The impact catches him off guard, causing him to release his hold on her hair as he"s thrown back. Bexley falls to the ground.

I grab her and help her to her feet before placing myself between her and Christian.

She's trembling and clearly terrified, and for some reason, it only angers me more to see it myself. Something inside me is infuriated by the fear in her eyes. I see now what Sayshen was trying to explain. Bexley is a broken shell of a once beautiful and lively girl. She has no fight left in her. There is no doubt in my mind that without someone to fight for her, she'd eventually die by Christian's hands. My heart pumps rapidly, pushing my blood through my veins. My head cocks to the side as I look down on Christian. He rises from the ground, his eyes zoning in on me as he wipes the blood from his lip.

"Well, if it isn't Big Shaw now. What is it with you and that bitch brother of yours? Both of you have an obsession with my girl, I see," he spits, sending crimson blood to the tarmac. He steps toward me, and I mimic his movement, keeping Bexley safely tucked behind me.

"The only bitch I see here is you, Cordova. After all, one has to be one in order to hit a woman," I reply cockily. There's no way I'm backing down. I'm not going anywhere without Bexley, even if that means going blow for blow with Christian.

"Right, okay, well, why don't you mind your own fucking business. Bexley and I can figure our own shit out. No one asked for you to get involved. We were just having a little argument, weren't we, babe?" he asks, tipping his chin toward Bexley, who is cowering behind me.

"Don't answer him. Go get your shit."

"What─?" she stammers with confusion.

"You heard me. Go pack your shit. You're coming with me."

"Going with you?" Christian laughs. "Do you think you can walk up here and take my girl? And what? I'm supposed to just let you walk away with her."

"I don't really give a fuck what you do, Cordova," I reply. People around the pits begin to crowd around us. Christian's shouting is drawing more attention than either of us wants. He eyes the passers as they whisper and gossip on their way by. "Bexley, go and get your stuff."

Without another word, she cautiously makes her way to the entrance of the trailer behind us, softly closing the door behind her. She's in there less than five minutes before she returns with a backpack. She picks up a large spiral-bound sketch pad and pencil from the ground before returning to the safety behind me.

"Fine, take her. She's a fucking whore anyways, but I'm sure you know all about that, don't you. I have no use for her anymore," Christian laughs, but we both know he's putting up a front for the people watching. However, with so many people watching, his hands are tied. He can't do or say anything about it without someone seeing it, and he knows it.

"You ready?" I ask over my shoulder.

"I─I think so," she whispers. I offer her my hand behind my back, and she takes it.

"Stay the fuck away from her from here on out, Cordova."

"Aww, so protective of your baby bro's little whore. And here he thought he was her white knight. Wait till he finds out it was his big brother," he laughs as he takes a seat in one of the chairs propped up against the trailer.

Turning my back on him, I make my way back down the pits, dragging Bexley along with me.

Fuck. What the fuck did I just do.

Her hand trembles in my grasp, and though I know I'm most likely going to regret everything that just happened, I clench my hand around hers tighter, running my thumb across the soft flesh of the top of her hand as I pull her in under my arm. Keeping her petite frame close to mine.

My heart hurts for her in a way I've never experienced before. Though I still have my concerns about Sayshen's mindset with her around, I have to admit that even I feel this need to protect her.

Like I expected, shit is about to get really tough for the team. What I didn't see coming was me being the reason for it. However, from the look in Cordova's eyes tonight, he took this like an act of war. Like Bexley is Helena of Troy, and I'm the Trojan prince who just stole her away.

Christian is the least of my worries right now. There is something more important for me to focus on, and that's my brother when he finds out what I just did. I have no idea how this is going to play out with Sayshen and I after how hard I've pushed him away from doing the very thing I just did.

What I do know is that Bexley is safe, and Christian will eat a fucking bullet before he ever touches her again.