Retribution

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Rico

I wake up from my deep sleep to someone yelling. I open my eyes to watch the twins walk into the house with Paige flipped over Clayton's shoulder. Her clothes are torn and hanging off her but Clay's managed to hide all the good parts.

"Where the fuck did you guys go?" I say sitting up and rubbing my eyes. I hadn't slept in almost a week because of Paige's screaming and I was finally getting some shut-eye before whatever happened tonight.

"She did a runner" Dax grumbles as he shuts the front door and comes to sit on the lounge. Clay keeps Paige on his shoulder and she continues to hit and yell at him.

"Princess, you can try all you want but you know you won't get away from us" Clay says before he gives her a slap on her ass which seems to quieten her.

"Can you fucking put me down now?" She says pushing herself off his back in an attempt to get down.

"Are you going to run again?" Clay asks

"Probably" god she's getting to get herself into a world of pain with her cheekiness

"Then you're not coming down," Clay says as he proceeds to walk into the bedroom with a very pissed-off Paige still on his shoulders.

Paige

"Put me the fuck down now Clay, I'm not a child, "I say hitting his back with as much force as I can muster up but it's pointless.

"Well, that was certainly childish behaviour. Did you really think you could get away?" Clay rumbles as he flips me onto the bed. He then walks over to the chair in the corner and takes a seat with his arms crossed over his chest. Just like that? He hunts me down, fucks my throat, leaves me hot and needy and just sits there? What the fuck.

"What? You're just going to sit there now?" I say with one eyebrow raised. "I need clothes and a fucking shower" I say pointing to the ripped clothes and my mud-covered knees.

Clayton sighs in frustration and removes his shirt and throws it at me "Here. You can have a shower in the morning. Now shut up and go to sleep" he mumbles in frustration as he closes his eyes and tips his head back. I strip out of my sliced clothes and chuck Clayton's shirt on, it covers most of me but lands at the bottom of my ass, if I raise my arms then everything is on display...again. I get into bed and roll away from the predator in the corner. What happened tonight was something else, something I've never had. Gage and I got kinky but it was mainly rough and focused on pain. But with them it was dominant, commanding...punishing. Daxton plays with me while Clayton demands me. Both get their way one way or another.

I close my eyes to try and sleep but it doesn't come, I toss and turn in frustration, replaying and piecing together the last few weeks but I don't want to, I just want to find the darkness, about to give up and get up Clayton's deep voice breaks the silence. "Paige, I can hear your brain thinking from here"

"Well you can try telling it to shut up but it doesn't usually listen," I say while I swing my legs to the side of the bed and sit up with my back to Clayton.

"What do you need Paige" he asks, his voice laced with pain of his own.

"To make it stop," I say numbly staring at the wall in front of me. What have I really accomplished in this life? I've taken out enough people that the devil should probably be paying me but what else have I done? I barely finished high school, I dropped out of my first year of university because I was too afraid to be in a classroom with males. I've never held a real job. What is the point of doing this anymore? They ruined me, then they ruined me again. Gage..he hurt me more than anyone has. I'm trapped in a house with two psychopaths and a stranger with a massive red target on my back. What is the point anymore?

I stand up and walk towards the door making my way to the bathroom. Turning on the light the harsh yellow light warms the room and I see myself in the mirror. I hadn't seen myself before I was taken. I look like a skeleton, my bones protrude, and all shades of the rainbow mark my skin with cuts and scars covering my body. My thick red hair is thin and decaying, My eyes are bloodshot with black circles surrounding them. I peel Clayton's shelf off and see the damage. There are cuts from the twins which are in the process of scarring and then there are the cuts from Aiden, there fresh, red and swollen. I peel the bandage off and see the two AAs. I feel bile make its way up my throat and rush towards the toilet emptying the contents of my stomach up, not that there's much in there. I feel sick seeing myself. It's like what I've felt on the inside is now showing on the outside. All the disgust and sickness within me now show's on my skin. All my pain on display.

I turn away from the mirror and turn the shower on till it's scalding hot, I need to wash it away, burn the voices that haunt my mind. I step under and let the water turn my skin red but it doesn't quieten them, they get louder and louder. I step out of the shower looking towards the counter. I open the draws until I find what I need. Like on autopilot, my body finds the box of razor blades. I take them out and place them on the bench. Opening the little matchbox I pull one fresh razor blade out. The newer they are, the more damage they do.

I feel..sad. I feel toomuch. It needs to stop