Chapter 2

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Aurora – Eighteen Years Old

Tears fall as Axe bites my neck hard, ensuring to leave his mark where no one can see it.

I don't move or make a sound; heck, I don't even flinch from the pain. I've trained myself to stay still, hoping and praying he'll give up, but he never does.

It's been a year of this, and he never gets tired; I don't know how much longer I can cope.

"Fuck, my darling, you feel amazing wrapped around my cock, nothing like that bitch…." He grunts, thrusting hard inside me.

I'm not even wet. I never am, and the fact he's still trying to screw Hannah makes me feel bad for her.

I hate that she has to deal with him still….

He grips my hair, lifting my head off his bathroom floor, where I'm lying on my belly. I was hoping to have a quick shower while he was out, but he caught me—he always does.

He has cameras around the apartment, watching me.

He yanks my head back hard, making it hard for me to breathe, but I ignore it, trying to breathe through my nose.

If I had my way, I would have killed myself months ago when this all started, but I couldn't. I can't.

It's been a year since he first raped me, a year since he dragged me out of my father's home, tied up and gagged, and brought me here to his apartment two towns over. I haven't had any contact with my father or any of the other brothers since he took me, and honestly, I don't think I would want to.

They allowed this devil into their brotherhood, around their women….

What if this is what they all do?

What if they hurt people behind the town's back?

Axe grunts, his hips going faster as he pushes his hand between my body and the floor, pinching my nipple hard, and bile rises as my insides feel like they're being ripped a part.

Every time he's raped me, I've vomited. I try to hold it in until he's gone because every time I've vomited in front of him, he's punished me by starving me and taking away all of my clothes.

I've tried to stop it, to train myself like I did with the pain, but my body is trying to expel him.

"Fuck, my darling, you need to come for me; I'm about to blow, and hopefully, this time, I hit my mark. I fucking want you pregnant always," he growls breathlessly.

I won't come, I never do, just like he won't knock me up, not again….

After my last hospital check-up, I ensured I got the injection and the IUD. I'm double protected; I made sure of it; he's just unaware, and that's how it will stay.

I just got lucky when his phone rang during the consultation with the nurse.

Axe moans as he thrusts forward and swivels his hips. I zone out like I normally do, ignoring his grunts and groans, trying to find my happy place, a place I've lost over the past year. He goes still, his fingers pinching my nipple again, hoping I'll come, but all that happens is bile rises, the urge to puke hitting me hard.

I keep it down as Acid and Piston come to mind.

Do they know about this?

Are they helping him?

If you'd asked me this time last year, if they knew what their cousin was doing to me, I would have denied it until I was blue in the face. But now, after a year of Axe expressing how happy they are not to have a burden around anymore, how they are moving on with their lives….

Tears build. I thought they were like brothers and loved me like a sister.

Was I wrong?

Was it all a lie?

God, I hate how he's messed with my head, how I allowed him to.

I don't know truth from lies anymore….

Pain vibrates between my legs, and my stomach hurts, but I try to ignore it as the feeling of filth rushes over me. My skin feels itchy and dirty….

I blink, fighting back my tears as his hips go out of rhythm, thrusting harder, and he groans as he stills, pushing right into me, and rasps in frustration, "Fuck's sake, Aurora! You need to allow your fucking body to experience the pleasure." Anger laces his voice as he pinches my nipple hard in punishment, pulling the tender tissue. I ignore his words like always as he pulls out of me and grunts. "You're on your fucking period, great."

I internally cringe. Last month, he punched me in the face when he saw the blood, then used me anally, tearing me in the process.

My heart races, hating he'll still take me, even when it's my time of the month. And the urge to vomit hits me again. Tears sting my eyes, but I will them away as Axe climbs off me and smacks my ass hard. I squeeze my eyes shut tight, hoping he doesn't hurt me more.

His phone makes a noise, and hope builds, and he growls, "Next cycle, I'll fuck you five times a day instead of the three times we've been doing. I want you pregnant." I hear him pull up his zipper. "I've got club business to deal with. I should be back by ten, make sure you're ready, Aurora. I want your ass tonight, and if you fight me again like just now, I'll fucking tie you to the bed for three days. Gagged."

With that said, he turns and leaves the room, and all I can think is how much I hate my life.

He takes me every day. I fight and refuse to give up, but each time, I get punished.

I don't move as I hear him bang around the living room; my aching, bruised body stays still. I hear the apartment door open and shut, locking behind him, and still, I don't move, even when I hear his bike roar off in the distance. My mind is screaming for me to scrub myself clean…but my body, it can't move.

I know if I try, I'll throw up.

My tears fall, and I try to breathe, to keep the vomit down as resentment and anger toward my father for leaving me with the club hit me again.

He left me for a job he didn't have to take. He left me with people he trusted, and yet here I am, locked up, used as a ragdoll, raped day in, day out.

Some father he is, huh?

I want to say Mom would turn in her grave, but then again, her dad was a brother, too.

My breathing picks up, and I know I can't keep it down any longer. Trying to move as quickly as I can despite my pain, I try to make it to the toilet but fail. I throw up on the floor, my stomach tightening each time I heave. Barely anything comes out due to the lack of food.

He wants me weak, so I don't try and leave. Shame on him for underestimating me….

It's not just me I have to think about.

When I finish heaving, I slowly get up, using the cabinet for support. I leave what vomit came up on the floor and climb into the shower, turning it on and allowing the cold water to hit my skin.

I turn it as hot as it will go before I start to scrub my skin raw, causing some parts of my body to bleed.My tears want to fall, but I don't let them. I can't let them, not yet.

Soon….

I stay in the shower until it turns cold, before gingerly climbing out. I grab the towel, step over my vomit, and ignore the mirror. I know I look bad. My body is covered in bruises, bags hang under my eyes, and I'm severely underweight; you can see my ribs.

I guess that's expected when you're kidnapped.

Dizziness hits me, causing me to grab the door frame and breathe, waiting for it to disappear before I move again, heading to the bedroom. I don't look around the room or notice the lack of furniture.

My prison….

After the first time I tried to run from him, this is where he locks me in at night. I guess after a year, he thought I'd give up fighting him and started to leave it open, but I can't give up. I wanted to, believe me, I did, but I can't.

Walking into the small closet, the only place there isn't a camera because there's no way out in here, I grab the sweats he brought me from my dad's house, and the sweater, putting them on, before tying my hair up in a messy bun. Swallowing hard, I slip on my sneakers and grab the bag hidden underneath the bed sheets. I've had it packed since he took me, but I've had to pack and repack it several times. But not today. No, today I finally leave, I'll finally be free….

Trying to ignore the panic, I leave the room and place the bag near the front door. I was told he'd be riding for about two hours before stopping for a break, so I need to hurry and get far away from here before he checks the cameras.

A cry echoes through the small space, and a few tears fall. I wipe them away and quickly rush to the nursery, my palms sweating.

Slowly, I walk to the crib and peek in, smiling a little at Autumn. She looks exactly like me, and I'm glad.

When I tried to kill myself, finding his razor in his cabinet, Axe took me to a hospital far from here, where they found out I was pregnant.

He knocked me up the first time he raped me, and she was the only reason why he didn't punish me severally for trying to end my life and nearly killing her.

At first, I didn't think I could love her. I was scared she'd look like him, have his evil, and that I would be resentful of her. But after I gave birth, I realized she was innocent, and the fire to run with her hit me hard; she became my reason to fight, even without the bond I should feel.

I spent a year figuring out how to leave, and now I have my opening.

Slowly, I pick my girl up, her big green eyes watching me, and I whisper, "It's time to go, Autumn…."

She's only a few months old, and yes, Axe raped me anally for the first four weeks after I gave birth. He didn't care that I'd just pushed a baby from my body. The first day out of the hospital, he didn't even wait for me to take her to her crib. He didn't care she saw; he took me as soon as we walked into the door, and then once he was finished, he demanded I sort the baby out when she started screaming, and left, but not before demanding I nurse her and not use the formula the hospital gave me. He wanted me to nurse, but I couldn't; it was hard to bond with her, knowing how she was conceived.

Through rape and not love….

He left me black and blue when he returned to see her on formula.

Most nights, Axe would leave us, which was a blessing. He thought his old lady would question his whereabouts, so he returned to her as much as possible.

Hannah….

Shaking my head, I slowly put Autumn in her all-in-one coat, and then pick her up. Her eyes follow me as I place her in the crook of my elbow.

My heart pounds with fear knowing every move I make is being recorded for him to see. I pause for just a moment, a single moment, before I take a deep breath, and I painfully walk through the small, smelly apartment. The are between my legs hurting me with each movement.

When I get to the door, I bend down, grab my bag, which contains mainly Autumn's clothes and formula. I carefully put it over my shoulder while keeping Autumn close.

I don't look at the camera near the door as I leave the apartment I was held in. Instead, I walk out, happy he didn't bolt it since I haven't tried to run in over six months. He let his guard down, which is what we expected.

I don't let out a breath, even when I'm out of the apartment. Instead, I slowly walk down the stairs and out the front door to the old Ford waiting for me.

My breathing comes out choppy, and my tears fall hard when the fresh air hits my face, realizing I did it. I got us free.

Hannah quickly jumps out of the passenger side door, her boyfriend Trent in the driver's seat.

Her tears fall, seeing the state of me as she rushes over and gently grabs my daughter and cups my cheek.

"You ready?" she whispers, and I nod.

She saw me in the hospital on my check-up; she works with the mentally impaired and was there with a client, and was shocked to see me. She stayed hidden from Axe until he went on a call and rushed into the room before the doctor did.

She cried because she thought I was missing, but before I could say anything, the door opened, and Axe walked in. She had only just managed to hide in the attached bathroom.

She heard him discuss getting me pregnant again and how I needed to start getting into it when he "fucks" me, because he's had enough. When his phone rang again and he left the room, she demanded I explain everything, so I did.

I told her about him coming to help with my math because Piston couldn't, I told her how he raped me after I expressed my interest in the quarterback, and how the baby attached to my chest was conceived from rape, and how he continues to rape me daily. It was then she came up with a plan to help me and my daughter, with the help of her new partner.

She met Trent accidentally and fell madly in love. She didn't want to be with Axe, but like she said, she did fall pregnant, and he forced her to take his cut out of obligation.

A month into being with him, she hated it and secretly had an abortion like everyone thought. He showed his true colors toward her, giving her no choice but to end the pregnancy, worried for the unborn child. When she saw his infatuation with me, that's when she started being bitchy to me, hoping I'd stay away, as a way to protect me.

She blamed herself for not protecting me and spent months trying to figure out a way to help me.

Gently, she guides me to the car, and her boyfriend climbs out. I flinch, and his dark blue eyes soften as he gently takes the bag and rasps, "It's okay, sweetheart, you are safe now."

I nod and give him a small smile as Hannah clicks Autumn into a car seat. Trent opens the door for me and helps me climb in, my body shaking.

I take a deep breath as they both climb into the car, and Hannah whispers, "We're going to drop you off at a bus stop three hours from here before swapping cars. The club already believes you've left, so he can't ask for their help…. He'll be on his own honey; he won't find you." I nod, and she smiles as Trent starts the car and pulls away. She continues, "I have money for you. I raided his safe in the house he has on club land. It's all yours. Go far from here, Aurora, and be safe, please."

I nod again, my tears falling, and I rasp, "I can't thank you enough for this, Hannah."

She allows her tears to fall as she grips my knee, and I look at Autumn.

I'm so scared. I still feel dirty and tainted, and I'm petrified I'm not going to be enough for her, that I won't love Autumn enough because of how she was made.

I sniffle, wipe my cheeks, and silently promise myself to protect her always, unlike what my father has done for me. I promise myself to never treat her like a child conceived by rape, and to cherish her always.

I promise to make sure she always comes first.

From now on, it'll be just me and her, no one else….