Speak For Me

Flashbacks

//TW: Talks of rape//

*Cassidy POV*

"So, I asked her to be my girlfriend, and somehow, some way, she fucking said yes. I was probably as surprised as you were." Zach chuckles deeply, refilling his glass with vodka.

"She's cute, I can't believe she went out with you in the first place." I giggle lightly, holding my glass full of vodka to my lips.

Zach decided we needed a drink. I think he came to the conclusion about how the phone call went when he saw that I destroyed the office. He knew Corbyn didn't sound good, so I think he put the pieces together.

"I gotta ask;" Zach's voice becomes more serious, but his smile never fades. He's a happy drunk. "What are you doing back here, Cass? You would've never stepped foot in Sanctuary, three months ago. What happened?"

I knew this question was going to come eventually, and it may be sooner than I liked, but I can't be surprised when he asks. Was he here when I got here? Did someone tell him I was here?

"I wanted to prove to myself that I could live on my own. That I could make my own decisions. I wanted to prove to myself that I didn't need anyone's protection, that I could do things on my own-"

"Hang on. Why? Why do you think you don't need protection? Sure, you can make whatever decision you want, but we're still going to look out for you, we're still going to make sure you're protected." Zach gives me a 'duh' look, but it quickly turns serious once he sees my hands begin to shake.

I place down the glass of pure vodka onto the desk in front of me as I take a deep breath. Zach sits up straighter, clearly seeing something is off and he places his glass down too.

"Cassidy. What happened?" Tears flood my eyes as I think about what happened at the safe house. I don't know if it's the vodka in me, seeing as I hadn't had a drop of alcohol in years, or if it's the fear that I now hold for the man that owns the club. Or maybe I'm just being dramatic.

"At the safe house;" Zach picks up the box of tissues I had thrown on the floor and places it on to the desk, sliding it my way. "Daniel tried to kiss me, he was giving me these looks and I felt so uncomfortable." I grab a tissues from the box and wipe it under my eyes.

"Cass;" God, I probably sound so stupid.

"I told him I didn't like him that way, and he slapped me. He told me the gang was never going to protect me again."

As I watch Zach's jaw tighten, and his fists clench tightly closed, I find myself thinking that I'm not as stupid as I thought.

"Daniel never should've said that. He never should've fucking hit you, either. When Corbyn is gone, I make all decisions when it comes to Indefinite, and I, sure as shit, never sent out the order to cut you off, nor would I ever give out the order to hit a woman." Zach's nostrils flare as he slowly begins to stand up.

I've seen Zach angry, but never this angry. His face begins to turn red as he clutches the arms of the chair to force himself up. He looks like he's ready to fight, or maybe, to kill.

"You're still Corbyn's wife! I don't care what anybody says! He's still my boss!" Just as Zach begins to turn around, to the office door, a loud knock comes through.

"What?!" I grip tightly onto the end seam of my black dress as Zach screams at the door.

Daniel is seen first as the door slowly opens. His smirk is wide as he gestures into the office, and that's when two, unfortunately familiar faces come into the light.

"Ah, here she is, officers."

I gulp loudly as I stand to my bare feet, eyeing the officers that I haven't seen since they raided the apartment, after Corbyn faked his death. Officer Harrison hasn't changed a bit. His blonde hair is still slicked back tightly, and his hazel eyes burn into my skin.