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{38} Mine [Series 1]

THIRTY-EIGHT:

© All Rights Reserved – 2012 S. M. Palmer

♜♖♜ COLBY ♖♜♖

BY THE TIME I GET home, it's almost 1:15 in the morning. But I didn't give a shit; I just needed to make sure my baby is okay and that that psycho hasn't locked her up or anything.

I bust into the apartment, and what I see before my eyes shatters my heart into a million pieces.

Tied in a chair, is an unconscious Keira and Christian is beating her up with a belt, leaving behind bruises and welts. "Get the fuck away from my fiancé!" I scream, launching myself at him. We stumble to the ground as we take turns punching each other. "Why the fuck did you rape 'my' fiancé?!" I scream angrily.

"How do you even know?" he growls, giving me a curious look while cocking an eyebrow.

"Because my fiancé called me and told me what you fucking did to her! Why the fuck would you do that? You took 'my' special gift! The special gift 'I' was suppose to get on our wedding night!"

"Well, she fucking deserved it!" he screams, shoving me off him. He jumps up and is about to start punching Keira again, when I grab him around the neck. "Don't you dare put one fucking hand on my fiancé. If you fucking touch her one more time, I'll fucking kill you!" I hiss angrily in his ear.

"I ain't afraid of you," he acknowledges.

"Oh, really?"

"Yeah, really."

- - -

Officer Brad shoves Christian into the back of the cop car and I give him the middle finger as the cop car drives off. (Keira is still unconscious inside.)

Quickly, I run back inside to check on her. Her lips are starting to turn a light shade of purple. (That's probably from her lax of oxygen.) Quickly untying the rope from around her chest, I pick her up bridal style and carry her into our room. I lay her down before pressing my moist, hot lips against hers. Within moments, she opens her eyes and reacts to the kiss. After a few moments, I pull away. "Where's Ch—"

"Shh!" I inform. "He's been arrested. You don't have to worry about him ever coming near you."

Right then and there, she begins sobbing into my chest. "You probably think I'm a slut now. I slept with a guy that wasn't you."

"Baby," I reply calmly, "you're one-hundred and fifty percent not a slut. You're no where near being a slut. There's a big different between being a slut and being raped against your own will."

"You probably hate me now," she cries.

After her announcing that, my eyes go wide. "I don't hate you! Why would you ever think that. I love you too much to ever hate you."

"But I was raped," she cries out. "I'm going to be like a used up dish rag on our wedding night."

"No! Our wedding night is still going to be so magical because I'll have you to cherish the special night with," I answer, wiping her tears away before kissing her forehead.

For the remainder of the night, I hold her tight as she sobs uncontrollably.

I didn't get any sleep that night, because I was too concerned about Keira. I stayed up the remainder of the night and keep an eye on her.

{Tuesday, August 4, 2009}

At 11:00, I climb out of bed and tip toe into the kitchen to make myself some coffee. Ten minutes after I enter the kitchen, someone wraps their arms around me and buries their face in my back. "Please," she whispers softly into my back.