Darlin'~ Striker x OC

Flashbacks...

Warning: This chapter deals with themes of sexual assault, and slight gore, if you find it sensitive or uncomfortable, please don't read on. 

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As we walked over to see the commotion, and I tired to forget the feeling that I was soaked, I kept sneaking looks at him. He was pretty attractive. 

Striker pushed past Crim's loan sharks and in front of the circle where they had Blitz and Fizz cornered. I stayed behind, but close enough to watch. 

"If you wanna prove yourself, Cowboy, here's your chance." Crimson said, and Striker snickered, a small, snake-like hiss could be heard as well. 

"You've been a pain in my ass long enough Blitz," He walked up in front of him, a sinister smile on his face. "Now, I'm gonna break you like a fucking horse!" He used his rope to make a snap-like sound. 

God, why was that so hot?

"Ooooh, don't you dare talk sexy to ME!" Blitz glared at him, and Fizz looked at him, grossed out. "You're still on the horse thing?!" Fizz said, confused and shook. 

Striker chuckled, as him, Crimson and the loan sharks closed in on the two of them. I walked over and sat on a box, watching. 

From there, I wasn't exactly paying attention to anything. Fizz started singing, and it was my background music as I looked at my bare skin through the holes in my leggings, at the scars I had. 

"Why can't you be fucking better, you stupid slut?!" He shouted, as I fell to the ground as he slammed a broken beer bottle at my face. Blood dripped into my eye and I closed it tightly, as tears poured out.

"I tell you to do one fucking thing, and you refuse?!" He tore my pants off from where I laid, his nails digging into my skin, slashing my flesh open. I let out a cry, and I was sobbing at this point. 

I had refused to have sex with him that night because he was drunk.

"C-Cain... please! I'm sorry!" I choked out, but he didn't listen. He tore my shirt off, clawing at me again, and he rammed into me, hard. 

I was still crying, and I just wanted to die. I tried to fight him but he was too strong. "You stupid whore! You fucking deserve this!" He put his hand to my neck and held me tightly. 

I stopped fighting so at least he wouldn't kill me. 

Blood kept dripping down my face, and it poured from my scratches. Cuts were on my arms, thighs, chest. 

I passed out from stress. 

I woke up in my own bed, my wounds treated and bandaged. Alessio stood over me, and I could only see out of one eye. 

"I wondered when you'd wake up. Crimson was getting worried." He put a hand to my face, over one of the cuts. 

I quickly sat up. "W-Where's Cain? W-What happened?" I put my hand to my head. I couldn't remember anything. 

"Crimson is dealing with him. He said for me to tell you when you're feeling better, to get your sledgehammer and to meet him in the basement." Alessio said calmly. 

After a few minutes, I got up and got dressed. I had Alessio go and burn Cain's hoodies for me. I grabbed my sledgehammer and headed downstairs, but before I walked in, I looked around the corner to see was Crim was doing.

"You fucking hurt her?! You bastard!" Cain was sobbing, and Crimson was slashing holes in him with a pocket knife. He looked like a slice of Swiss cheese with all those holes in him by now. A pool of blood surrounding him was getting bigger. 

I walked in. "Hi Crimson, Cain..." I nodded towards him, liking how he looked so hurt. 

"Jessica, get your dad away from me, he's crazy!" He pleaded. I walked a little closer to him, holding my hammer in front of me. 

"Now, I don't think I can do that. He's doing me a favor." I swung the sledgehammer into his head, I could hear his skull being crushed-

I heard a faint creak, and I saw a wall falling on me, on everyone. 

Everything went black.