"I understand, Rampage."
"I want your ass alive when I get back here."
Following Rampage back into common area, I hear a woman hollering. Looking over his shoulder at me, Rampage groans and mutters, "Peaches." I'm starting to learn that just her name means trouble.
Peaches is in the middle of the room hollering at Gin, hands flying all over the place, "I ain't goin' nowhere. What the fuck you tryin' to get rid of me for?" Gin looks bored and tired. His head hangs down and his shoulders are slumped.
Scrubbing a hand down his face, he sighs and looks over at Tank, "Help me out here because I wanna smack her."
"Peaches, you're goin' whether you like it or not. You get no say. When you wake up tomorrow, alive, you'll thank us, but right now, you need to shut the fuck up. I need you to help take care of my boy, so pack a bag and get in the goddamn car."
Whipping her head around, she shoots daggers at Gin, "I'll do this for Ty, but when I get back, I'm gonna kill you," she hollers and stomps off.
I'm free to roam about the club. It's big, but not nearly big enough to keep me occupied for longer than a few hours. It's going on eight hours now since they left. Rampage and the majority of the guys left at 7 this morning. I've never seen them get up so early. It's now four in the afternoon, and I'm feeling cabin fever set in. Only when someone tells you you can't do something is when you want to do it. I really want to get out and do something.
"This is pretty boring."
"This is nothin'. We've had lockdowns for days, weeks even." Weeks? Nothing about that sounds fun or exciting. I really like being here, but I don't think I like it that much.
"That's insane."
"You've no fucking clue. Insane doesn't even begin to cover it."
"You girls whine to goddamn much," Stitch grumbles. Him, Blade, and Happy stayed back with us. Some guys took off and some rode out to the mountains to get the kids somewhere safe, just in case. Stitch, Happy and Blade look as bored as we do.
We worked on schoolwork, we played pool, cooked some food, even baked a few batches of brownies and chocolate chip cookies. We painted our nails, drank some shots and had a dance off that ended in hysterical laughter. Now we're all lying around watching scary movies. We're all bored. I was surprised that Lil stayed instead of going with Ty. She said that she trusted the girls with his life, and she needed to be here for Tank, too. She felt a lot better when she got the call that they made it safely, and that everything went exactly how they had planned it.
Walking down the long hallway to Rampage's room, I'm headed for the bathroom when I hear a loud bang that makes me jump, then silence. I stop and listen, but I don't hear anything else, so figuring it's nothing, I keep walking. I make it a few more steps and I hear it again, but this time it's louder, followed by another pop. I don't have time to process because suddenly, all hell breaks loose.
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The lights cut out and I can't see anything. My heart leaps into my throat and adrenaline starts to pump through my blood. My eyes fight to adjust to the sudden darkness, and I try to decide if I should go back into the main room, or go to Rampage's room when gun shots ring out. I don't have time to make a decision, I hear a woman scream and men shouting, so I creep my way back toward the main room. I watch for everything around me, adjusting my eyes the best that I can, keeping my senses keen and ready. I listen and pay attention, trying my hardest to make sense of what's happening. My hand and body stay flat to the wall as I move slowly. The closer I draw to the main room, the louder everything becomes.
People are yelling, shit's breaking and I hear more gun shots. In the darkness, the sounds are coming from every direction. Without being able to see, the noise and my unfamiliarity of the club makes it disorienting and hard to focus, but my feet keep propelling me on. My hands find the end of the wall and I know this is it. I can't turn back now.
Peeking my head around the corner, I can't see much. I know the basic layout of the room. I know faces, but silhouettes are unreadable to me. I see shadowed bodies, but none I can recognize, some standing, some crawling, and others moving about.
Two deafening pops are followed by flashes of light, illuminating everything for a brief moment before darkness falls again. Two big bodies hit the ground in the middle of the room. I have no time to process.
Over by the bar, I look hard and see that Stitch is on the ground. I hear Lil's frantic and disembodied voice, and something clicks. I'm not scared. I'm not sad. I'm surviving. I'm moving on instinct now.
Stepping around the wall to a pool table, I crouch down behind it. Looking around a leg, I see Lil leaning over Stitch behind the bar. Looking up at me, her eyes are wide and wild when they lock onto mine. She starts to shake her head no frantically and pointing back to the hall, but it's too late. I'm not leaving her here alone. Taking a deep breath, I dart over to her.
Her hand is pressed to Stitch's thigh, and blood is all over her shaky hands.
"Lala? It's alright," Her voice shakes, but she's okay. "He's bleeding, though … " She says, but her eyes go wide when she speaks, "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she pants. I don't have time to respond. Someone rips on my shirt.
The neck on my shirt compresses to my neck, cutting of my air supply. I wiggle around, still crouched down while the person stands over me, tugging on my shirt, trying to pull me up to my feet.
"Up bitch!" Lifting up my arms, by some miracle, I manage to slip out of my shirt. I grab onto the barstool next to me for support, but I still land on my ass as my head connects with the bar. A dull thud and ache rattle about, but I can breathe. I scramble away on my ass, scooting along the floor behind the bar, trying to get away.
"Knew you'd be here, Lailah," a deep voice says. It's not a voice I recognize, but they know my name. "Lala," Lil whispers, trying to find me.
"I'm takin' you with me," another says. He raises his gun, aiming it straight at Lil's head, grabbing her hair, ready to drag her out of here. It won't happen again. A sick memory floods me suddenly and that sick survival instinct I was born with kicks in.
"You're gonna like it, you stupid bitch." The overwhelming smell of liquor and morning breath assaults my face and nose. I try to turn my head, but the dirty smell of the couch is not much better with puke and stale beer. His hard, unfamiliar body presses mine into the couch. Grinding on me. Touching me. The wood of the old broken couch presses painfully into my back. I hit, smack, try to wiggle away from him but I'm getting nowhere.
"Keep struggling', bitch!" My fight makes this more enjoyable for him. He wants to rape me. He thinks he can talk me into wanting it, but the idea repulses me.
"Please don't," I'm not sure why I try. He doesn't care what I have no say.
"Shut up!" His scratchy, dry lips kiss down my neck to my chest. It's do or die, so I give in, letting my body go soft. I give him what he wants … submission.
"That's right. Knew you wanted it, slut. Just like your momma, huh?" Running my hands down his back, I pretend to want it. It's sick. I moan like I want it. I let my fingers feel his skin and I touch him. I touch him until I can't take it anymore. I feel the cold metal on my fingertips. It's do or die time. I pull the gun out of his pants, raise it up and pull the trigger. One shot under the chin. I did it and he died. I wasn't going to let it be him, so I chose me.
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The bat. I remember that bat. I remember watching Gin sit it behind the bar. Reaching a hand out, I feel for it as I push away. I search, praying I find it and again, just like so long ago, my fingertips find cool metal. Not a gun, but a bat, and now it's do or die time. I'll work with anything.
Grabbing it, I push off the floor, ready the bat and go. I don't even hesitate. It's them or us. I make it straight for the first guy, bringing the bat over my head and swinging it back down as hard as I can. A crack sounds as metal meets skull and flesh. The force of the hit makes my hands ache. There is no noise from him as his body falls to the ground.
"Lailah!" Lil screams.
Spinning around, the man who had Lil charges at me. Holding the bat in a perfect batting position, I swing and connect to the side of his face. He goes down but I'm not done. I hit him, again and again. I hit him until my arms tremble from exhaustion. I hit him until I know my hands will blister from the metal rubbing on my skin. I hit him until I win.