Isaac grits his teeth as he looks at me. At one time, his look would have made me cower, but again—because of the drugs—I don’t seem to care. Instead, I smile at him.
Isaac sighs his displeasure and shakes his head. “Come,” he says, placing a hand on Mr Thomas’ shoulder. Let’s discuss this elsewhere.”
The door is quickly shut behind them, and I’m left all alone, hanging from this contraption. I want to sleep still, but every time my head lulls back, I’m snapped out of it again. I start swinging, and once I start, I can’t stop. Laughter erupts as I sway back and forth. For a few fleeting moments, I feel like a child.
That is until Joe walks in. “Having fun, are we?” I start giggling and throwing my head back again. “You are, aren’t you?” I’m stopped by a grip of two hands around my hips. “My father’s going to be real pissed at you. What use are you now if word gets around that you’re Drake’s?”
“Why do you think I told him, dumb-arse?” I start giggling again, but sleep takes a hold of me quickly as my head lulls to the side again.
I feel his hands push my hair back. “Maybe I can convince my father to make you my own personal slut. He’s preoccupied now, so I can do anything I want with you.” He pushes my head up and darts his tongue into my mouth. At first I let him, but a little fight left in me comes to the surface. I bite his tongue causing him to scream out. “Fucking bitch!” He slaps me across the face, but I hardly feel it. Again, I don’t care.
“Someone needs to teach you a little lesson.” I feel him biting me on the shoulder and my brain knows it’s hard, but doesn’t react. I know he wants a reaction, but I’m not going to give him one. When that doesn’t work, he pulls a condom out of his pocket and starts undoing his jeans.
“I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to stand for a week.”
I should care, but somehow, I don’t. In a sense, I’m glad that I’m drugged, so I won’t have the emotion that comes with being raped. My mind knows he’s going to rape me, but it’s also shutting down any feeling that will come from that thought.
I just don’t care.
It’s like I’m completely detached from my body. Almost like I’m floating above and looking down at the scene. Joe is frantically undoing his jeans. He’s in a hurry because he knows his father will be back shortly. I watch as he places the condom on his erect penis, and I watch as he pulls my legs up, and positions himself between my legs.
I feel when he pushes in and my head lulls back again. “Drake,” I whisper, feeling something wet fall from my eye.
“Drake doesn’t exist anymore, little one. It’s just Joe now. Only Joe. Fuck, you feel tight. Fucking incredible.”
I feel when he starts moving inside of me, and that is when I will the sleep to come. I close my eyes and try not to feel the invasion. I can feel it though. I can feel and hear him as he thrusts his way inside of me.
And then I hear a loud noise like gunshots. Joe’s invasion disappears, but I don’t look up to see why. I hear some more gun shots, shouting, and loud bangs, but I’m already falling.
I’m floating away on a distant cloud, and the more I welcome it, the more it comes. I feel blissful and euphoric. Pretty soon, all sounds are gone, and all that’s left is a sea of calm washing over me. Then, the blackness takes over.
I can’t fight it anymore.
Present Day
“Drake,” I whisper, feeling a set of arms around me.
“I got you, babe. Fuck, why did you leave me, Evelyn? Why did you run away?”
“Drake,” I whisper again. I feel I’m being carried and on the move somewhere, but I can’t open my eyes. I don’t seem to want to open my eyes.
Darkness comes again, and when consciousness finds me, I’m lying down somewhere with a sheet over me. I feel something restricting my arm, so I try and pull away.”
“Evelyn, stop. The doctor needs to examine you.”
I moan, but I still can’t open my eyes. I feel myself slipping again when I hear a voice. “She and the baby seem fine. Let her sleep it off. I’ll take the bloods to the lab and call you if I need to.”
Baby? What baby?
“Thank you, doctor. You don’t know how much of a relief that is.”
“You’re welcome. If she has any bleeding, bring her straight in to see me. Otherwise, I’ll see how she is in a couple of days.”
“Thank you,” Drake says again with relief.
Baby? Bleeding?
Darkness comes again, and for how long I do not know. When I eventually come awake, light is shining in my eyes, so I turn away on a moan. My head is banging. It feels like I’ve got a raging hangover.