Heaven Sent (19 page)

I both begin to move closer together

when he gets on the elevator. I feel her

hand squeeze mine.

“Dylan, let her go. You can have

me. Just let her go!”

“Do you think I’m stupid?”

“No, but I’ll go with you

willingly. Just let her go.”

“I’ll handle her soon enough. You

don’t call the shots anymore, Ivy. This

is my game. Your game ended.”

“This isn’t a game, Dylan. How

did you find me?”

“I knew your little friend here

would lead me to you. I have my

resources. Lets just say I got an ear full

of information every time you two

talked.”

“Please let her go.”

“Shut up! You fucking ruined my

life by going to the police.”

“Because you’re a sick bastard,”

Eaven spits out with obvious disgust in

her tone. I grip her hand tight and beg

her not to encourage him.

“Who asked you? Shut up, before

I silence you permanently.”

I’m frantically running through my

options. I could refuse to get off the

elevator, and die. I could take him to the

wrong room and piss him off, then die.

Or I could take him to our room and

become a victim again when he tortures

us. My options are shit.

Maybe if I give him what he

wants, we can walk away with our lives.

The elevator reaches our floor.

“What room?” He sounds impatient and

psychotic right now. I’m scared to death

he’s going to kill us, so I tell him.

“1712”

“If you’re lying, she’s dead.” He

points the gun at Eaven and I’m so glad I

told him the correct room number.

Taron

The bridal bitch did call the

police. After I convince the police that I

have no plans to ever enter this fucking

dress shop again, I’m released. They

officially ban me from the shop for the

rest of my life. That’s just perfect. I’ve

been banned from a place that sells

wedding dresses. My friends will have

a damn hay day with that shit. I see a

text come in from Holden.

Holden: You with Ivy?

Taron: No

Holden: Shit

Taron: What?

Holden: She fucking le the shop without

cover.

Taron: Where’s she going?

Holden: Hotel. I’m all the way across town.

Taron: I’m going.

I run to get a cab. I yell at the

driver to drive as fast as fucking

possible. I throw cash on the seat when

I’m stepping out of the car while its still

rolling. A bad feeling over-takes me the

closer I get. I stop at the lobby to get a

room card.

“I left my key at the restaurant.

Can I get a new one?

“Name, please.”

“Walker.”

“Room number?” Shit I have no

idea.

“I can’t remember.”

“ID, please.”

“We don’t have Taron Walker

registered.”

“It’s Holden Walker.” My

patience is gone. Hurry. The. Hell. Up.

Ivy

We get to the room without a

single soul seeing us in the hall. I

wanted someone to see us. I use the card

to open the door and stop to plead with

him one more time.

“Please let her go. I’ll do

everything you ask.” He shoves both of

us inside the room once it’s open,

ignoring my plea yet again.

“You’ll do what I ask anyway.

Now sit on the couch.” He opens his

backpack and pulls out the rope.

“Please, don’t do this.”

“You’ve ruined my life, so I may

as well continue to ruin yours. I think

I’ll enjoy you both, and the fact that you

want me to let her go so badly reminds

me just how close you two are. Tonight

you’re gonna get real close. Now tie her

hands behind her back.” He throws a

bundle of rope at me.

“NOW.” I tie my best friends

hands behind her back because a gun is

aimed right at her head. I fucking tie my

best friend up so a rapist can ruin her

life, just to save her life. This pisses me

off.

“Stand up, Eaven. I’m going to

check Ivy’s work.” He pulls on the knot

just like I knew he would.

“Now sit. Ivy, get up.” He yanks

my arms behind my back and ties the

knot so tight it brings tears to my eyes.

He presses himself into my back.

He starts to rub himself into my hands. I

work my fingers to get a good grip and

the gun touches my temple. I want to

fucking rip his balls from his body, but

I'd never get that far.

“Fucking feisty. I want you to

fight, but be smart about how hard you

do it. There are consequences, Ivy.

Your actions did this. You use people to

get what you want. You’re a selfish

bitch only looking out for yourself.

Tonight you're going to be the one getting

used.”

I relax my fingers, repulsed that

he's so hard right now.

“Move to the bedroom. Ivy, I'm

going to tie your friend up better so I can

enjoy you first.” I turn to watch him grab

her chest with one hand and her crotch

with the other. My guts twist that she's

going through this.

“I thought you wanted to fuck me,

or are you worried you aren't good

enough?” I spew these words in hopes

to piss him off and away from her. It

works because he lets her go to move to

me.

“No leave her alone.” I glare at

Eaven to stop. Her face shows the

horror we are enduring. I send her a

look that tells her I'm going to be okay.

She shakes her head no as her tears run

down her face.

There's nothing left to do or say. I

let him drag me into the bedroom. The

taste of his mouth disgusts me. His touch

on my breast makes me gag. He rips my

shirt open and moves my bra up and I

watch as his mouth moves over each

nipple. My gut turns when he makes

contact. I close my eyes so I don't have

to replay this nightmare if I live through

it. He pushes me down on the bed and

reaches for my zipper. My shoulders are

throbbing from the weight of my body

falling on my arms.

I hold my breath and wait for the

pain to lessen. Focus on the pain. Don't

focus on him. He has my jeans off when

he pulls himself free from his own. He

starts to stroke himself as he stands over

me. He lays the gun on the bed near the

edge and leans over me to move my g-

string panties to the side. I use his

concentration on getting into my panties

as a distraction when I see Eaven out of

the corner of my eye.

I raise my leg with the fierceness

of all my hatred for this man. I land a

full shin into his balls and watch the pain

rush over his face. Eaven jumps for the

gun and I use my foot to kick him in the

chest. The force of my kick throws him

against the wall just as Taron barrels

through the door.

The rage on Taron’s face is

undeniable. I've never seen him like

this. He is on Dylan in seconds. His

fists are smashing in Dylan's face with a

scary intensity. Blood splatters all over

the wall but Dylan tries to fight him off.

Eaven is holding the gun aimed at

Dylan. Taron is beating the shit out of

Dylan and I hurry to my feet to move

Eaven and I away. Taron continues to

hit him and Dylan stops fighting. His

body is lifeless.

Taron is still punching. “Taron

stop!” He doesn't listen. He's zoned

into Dylan and I can't get him to stop.

“Taron please stop!” I start to

scream. “Please Stop!” “I love you.

Please stop. Stop before you kill him.

Fucking stop!” He won't listen. Eaven

starts to beg when I can't get through.

Finally I decide I have to tell him.

“STOP!

I'M

PREGNANT!

YOU’RE GOING TO BE A FATHER!

Please Stop! Please stop. Please, please,

please,” I say, through hysterical cries. I

close my eyes and start screaming at the

top of my lungs. “You're going to be a

daddy. Please stop for our baby!”

He stops, but never looks up.

He’s sitting on Dylan's chest. Dylan.

who isn't moving. Dylan who has ruined

my life and now I'm afraid I'll realize

just how much he's ruined it.

Taron never looks up. It's like he's

contemplating his next move. I start to

move toward him.

“Please stop. Don't let him take

you away from your baby.” Taron's

breathing is heavy and his chest is

heaving up and down.

“Don't let him take you away from

me,” I say when I get close. “Taron, I

love you so much and I can't let you go to

jail for me. Please look at me.” He

doesn't look up. His eyes never leave

the scum on the floor. Eaven calls the

police and I continue to talk to Taron. I

know he is shocked because he won't

take his eyes off of Dylan's battered and

beaten face.

“I love you. I'm sorry I hurt you

and pushed you away. I don't love

Aiden. It's you and only you. I just

wanted to protect you. I wanted you to

be the famous rock star you deserve to

be.” His breathing slows slightly so I

continue to talk.

“You deserve so much more than I

can give you. I will drag you down.

You will be someone famous one day.

Please don't mess that up.” I watch the

man I love struggle with so many

emotions. Hatred seems to be the most

dominant emotion on his face.

“Please say something. Please

look at me.” He doesn't move and I

know I've finally proven to him that I'm

no good for him.

~Sixteen~

Taron

Fucking Asshole! I'll kill you! I

won't stop until every breath is gone

from your body! I'll never stop! Your

blood is splattering all over the wall you

sick fucker. Enjoy hell after I'm done.

I'll see you there because of this, so get

ready for me.”

“Stop, please stop.” I hear her,

but I can't stop. There is nothing that

will stop me. Nothing she can say to

make me not kill this asshole. I won't

stop until he pays for what he's done to

her.

“STOP! I'M PREGNANT! YOUR

GOING TO BE A FATHER! Please

Stop!

Please

stop.

Please, please,

please,”

I stop. I fucking freeze at her

words. A father. I'm going to be a dad.

I listen to her say everything I've wanted

to hear, and then switch to nonsense

about her dragging me down. I don't

move my eyes from the blood running

down his cheek while she continues to

degrade herself. I'm not going to fight

with her because the police are coming.

I'm going to jail. He's not breathing.

I've killed a man. I'm going to be a

father, and I just enjoyed every second of

beating a man to death. I don't regret it.

I know my baby will be taken care of.

My brothers will handle everything. I

want to tell her I love her too, but I need

her to move on from this. I can't look at

her. I don't want her to see the rage in

my eyes. The rage of a killer who would

kill him again if given the chance.

I wait until the police barge in and

lift me off of his lifeless body before I

mo v e . I turn my head from her when

they escort me from the room. I hear her

sobs and it cuts right through me that I

can't comfort her. She has Eaven. Talon

and Holden will help her in life. They'll

make sure my family is safe and secure.

I'll fucking miss her every day, but she

won't ever have to worry about Dylan

again. I won't ever regret what I've

done, but I will always wish I could see

my son in her arms. See him smile for

the first time.

Ivy

It’s been three days since they took

him away. My mind replays everything

from that day. I drift into a daydream