"I guess I had passed out and he wasn't stopping. He raped me. Tori got a guy to bust down the locked door and stopped him. She said she could tell I was out of it and when he locked the door and I wouldn't answer her, she knew something was wrong. Evan, she made his life hell that night. He had stab wounds in his back and a concussion from the huge vase she hit him over the head with. I guess it brought out an anger deep inside her and I'm so glad it did. She about ripped his head off. I wish I could've done it myself, but she was there for me that night. She went crazy. In fact, the guy that helped her had to pull her off of Zack. It was right after that when she shared some of her stories with me."
"Where is Zack now?" Switch interrupts her.
"I haven't seen him since that night. The word is, he moved back to his dad’s the next day. She left the house shortly after he did, saying she needed some air. The guys said they went looking for her and found her walking down the street." The sound of the door opening breaks her train of thought. Tori walks out, looking around the room like she's looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" Piper stands to meet her as she walks around my office.
"I'm thirsty, do you have some water or something?"
"He's got a bar downstairs. Do you want me to get you a real drink?"
"I could really use one. Do you mind?" Piper is moving before I have a chance to. Switch steps out of the room with her and I take this opportunity to talk to Tori.
"We need to talk tonight." She turns to look at me with her eyes piercing me deep. I'm so glad to see some fire in them, because I'm not sure most women would after a night like this.
"Can we please wait until later? I don't want to talk about it all right now."
"No. I need to fucking move on this and I need to know everything you know so I can try to find these fuckers." I move to her. I need her to hear me and understand that I mean business.
Facing her, I try to reason with someone who is trying to process the hell she's going through. Her breathing isn't steady and I can see her heart beating in her chest.
"Let me help. Tell me what I don't know so I can find them and finish this. I should've done it fifteen years ago, but I had no idea there were more guys."
She looks down, pulling away from my grip, turning to walk away from me. Piper and Switch walk in and hand us both a drink. I down mine and decide I need more time alone with Tori. I need to get her to talk before Kyle gets here.
"Switch, will you find out when Kyle will be here and take Piper to their house to get what they need to stay for a few days?" I'll have to deal with the specifics of their move later because they will be moving. I'm not sure where I'll feel that they're safe, but I'll have to figure that shit out soon. They need to be closer. I may just have to add on to this clubhouse and let them move in with me for good, although that goes directly against what I want to happen with my sister's involvement with the club. Fuck.
"Tori, do you need anything specific from your house? I'm sending them to get your things."
"No I'll go. I need to grab my things."
"Six. I need to talk to you tonight."
"Blade. I need to go to my apartment. I need a fucking shower and I need to get new clothes. I can't even think straight right now, so you're going to have to wait." She begins walking with Piper toward the door as Switch and I both look at each other. I think he's waiting to see how I react to a woman telling me what is happening, but in this instance.... I'm going to let her. She's earned that after the shithole night she's had.
Chapter Eleven
Six
I walk next to Blade as we enter our apartment, Piper following right behind us. This is the one place I was hoping to finally call home after a lifetime of never really having one. My father couldn't hardly stomach what happened to Mom and I'm pretty sure he blames me for her death. In fact, he's said it before.
He's never been an affectionate father; hell, I don't even get a call from him on those 'special' days of the year. It works best that I've disappeared from his life. I know I feel relieved that I've escaped the glares and neglect of all of those years. I was just hoping to forever escape that night. I just can't seem to ever break free from it; no matter where I go, it replays in my nightmares and then tonight it became a reality once again.
I have nowhere to turn. No one to run to. Hell, I don't even know who to run from. It's hard to think about what happened tonight and feel safe.
"Get your things. I'm taking you both back with me." I look up at this bearded, heavily tattooed man giving me orders and realize he is my only hope. Not that I'm complaining. I'm actually very thankful he was there tonight.