Nyefield University pt 2

Chapter 8

Charlie
Dax seems off on our walk to the shop. Other than his very descriptive account of how he would torture our captors he's been nearly silent. Its strange, the whole time we were in that basement all I wanted was him. Now we're out it's like there is a huge rift between us. I guess the whole baby situation is putting a strain on our relationship. I honestly don't know what to do. I want a baby so fucking badly but I thought for years and years it will never happen so I think my brain just can't get out of that way of thinking. You're just a stupid slag that falls pregnant by your ex abusers son. He's going to continue in his father's footsteps. You know things are bad when the inside voices start to make sense.

We've now arrived at the shop, there's a note on the door explaining that no one is there to work the shop but everyone is welcome to just take whatever we like, within reason. This place is going to fall to the dogs so quickly at this rate. I wonder if they'll bring in people to help run the village. We're expecting to stay here for a further 2 months as part of our therapy but I don't know if Nyefield will last that long. Freddie grabs a basket as we enter and so does Dax. We grab some chicken thighs and steaks then some veg before moving on to the sweets. I grab us some giant share bags of crisps, skips are hands down the best ones. I also have a craving for sour watermelon sweets and luckily they have them here. I grab a couple of packets and chuck them in a basket. The boys are grabbing toiletries that we need and I can see Dax eying up the bath bombs.

"No shame in having some creature comforts Dax." I say aiming a raised eyebrow at him.

"Are you sure he's a man Charlie? He's got more toiletries than all of us put together." Freddie jokes.

"Yep, he's definitely ALL man." I make my eyebrows dance as I say this. Dax looks at me heatedly and it goes straight to my vagina. It twinges a bit at the feeling but it's definitely on the road to healing. We grab a few more things before bagging everything up and heading outside. Unfortunately there's a few people out there, one of which is Chad. What I would do for him to be Stephanie instead right now.

"Ahh look it's the tramp. Thought we had finally got rid of you." I hear Dax chuckle darkly. Chad's face goes paper white, he must not of seen Dax behind me and Freddie.

"Ahh Chad, how delightful it is to see you again, how's the shoulder? What was it again? You fell on a rusty knife?" Huh? Oh this is a story he needs to tell me later on. But right now this is my fight. I place my hand on Daxs chest to make him stay in place, he raises an eyebrow at me but doesn't move forward. I run my hand down his front till I reach his pocket and slide his switch blade out. Flicking it open I saunter over to Chad making sure to put a bit of extra sway in my step and pop my hips out.

"So... Chad, I have so missed you. Whilst I was you know.. being tortured and raped. But this. This is why I carried on." Chad is frozen in place whilst following the knife with his eyes. I notice everyone around us has stopped to watch what is going on. "Tripping over on a rusty knife really was stupid of you." I move closer and trail the knife lightly over his hoodie, shoulder to shoulder before I move to his back. I quickly reach an arm around his neck and kick one of his legs out with out of mine so I'm holding his weight against him. I press the tip of his knife to his windpipe.

"Right here is where I got stabbed, they tried to murder me whilst violating me. And guess what, I'm still. Fucking. Here. Even the devil doesn't want me yet. But that doesn't stop me from doing his work." I feel in power for the first time in my life, I can feel it coursing through my veins. "I could end your pathetic life right now Chad. Is that what you want?" I can feel him shake his head pathetically beneath my arm. His whole body is trembling. My god is this what I look like to Dax when he wields this knife. Small, pathetic and helpless. Because that's all you are. I let the voice consume me, I embrace it, finally accepting that its my fate. I feel a hand on my shoulder, I think it's Freddie but I shake it off. I release my hold on Chad and shove him forwards away from me. He falls over and is sprawled across the floor. I move to kneel down beside him, swinging the knife in his face.