Love is a Broken Window | Cricky [C]

80 | Choke

| Ricky's POV |

I woke up to the bus stopping. When I checked the time on my phone, I saw it was too early for us to be at the next venue. Truck stop, I guess. Chris wasn't in bed with me. He must've been driving or something.

While I had my phone out, I checked my Twitter and Instagram. Usually this helps me wake up a bit. I scrolled through kind of lazily, then stopped when I saw a shocking picture. Devin had reposted it from Craig Mabbitt's IG, and the caption read, "Making Amends" He was sitting with TJ in the picture. I can't believe he actually apologized! I was oddly happy, even though I wasn't fond of TJ.

I finally crawled out of bed and pulled on some jeans. I peaked into Devin's bunk to see he was asleep with Shiloh. The apology was accepted as well. Good, I don't like to see them fight.

Walking into the front of the bus, I saw no one. The door was left open, causing a draft. I stepped off the bus and found Chris and Josh talking. It was kind of chilly, so I started shivering.

Chris draped his jacket over my shoulders, saying, "Honey, you shouldn't be out in this cold. Go back to bed."

"I'll be okay." I smiled. "Is everything okay out here though?"

"No," Josh said. "We have a fucking flat tire."

"We'll get it fixed." Chris reassured.

"If you say so." I laughed. None of us were exactly handy-men. "I'm going to go grab some smokes from the gas station across the street. Do you need anything?"

"No, just be careful." Chris pecked my lips.

I zipped up the hoodie he gave me. Then I walked behind the bus, realizing that Chris wouldn't be able to see me. For some reason, that kind of bothered me. I'm sure I'll be fine, I just don't like him not being able to know if something went wrong.

Being alone in this dead end town was unsettling. There was barely any buildings around. I saw a lot of bikes though. We normally don't like to stop in biker towns. I guess we had no choice. I quickly ran across the street and into the gas station. I paid for some cigarettes, anxiously waiting for the cashier to ring it up. Looking out the glass front, I saw the bar next door was still open and there were a lot of bikers.

The cashier handed me my smokes and I slipped them into my back pocket. With my head down, I walked outside. I must've jumped out of my skin when someone's hand grabbed my wrist. Before I had time to look, I was being pulled into the dark alley aside the bar. My back was pushed against the building, and my attacker was towering over me.

I opened my eyes once I had the courage. I shouldn't have been surprised when I saw Jani's silvery-green eyes looking down at me.

"Jani." I gasped to myself.

He smirked. "Hello, Kitten. You didn't think you'd see me again, did you?"

I tried to push his arm out of the way so I could run. Didn't really work. "You're drunk, Jani. Let's not do this."

"Funny." Jani scoffed and pushed me against the wall again. "Because I haven't been drinking. I know very well they're going to come looking for you if you're gone too long, so we aren't going to do this now. I will repay you for what you did to me. And you aren't going to say a damn thing about this, or else I'll make it worse. You understand me?"

"Y-yeah." I muttered.

Jani laughed. "You haven't changed a bit. Still my submissive, breakable, little whore. Mine. You hear me? You're mine."

"C-can I please go now?" I whimpered.

Jani forced a kiss upon my lips. Then he chuckled and backed up, entertained by the way I scurried away. I didn't even look before crossing the street, I just ran back to the bus. I went straight to the bathroom and locked the door, sinking to the floor.

The others can't hear me crying! I choked on my tears but kept quiet. My life finally was going good! I knew this wasn't going to last though. I knew it.