Phantom Rider: The Aftermath | Book 1

Embarassment

Mila's POV

I woke up to a sharp, burning pain between my legs. Opening my eyes, I saw a blood-covered bottle next to me, my legs completely soaked in blood. Sanitary towels were scattered around. My head felt heavy. I tried to move, but the pain between my legs was too intense. What had Matt done to me?

I couldn't reach my phone. Matt was gone, and his part of the closet was empty. Suddenly, I heard the apartment door open and heavy steps coming closer. Panic surged through me once again.

The door opened slowly, revealing large, heavy spiked boots. As I looked up, I saw perfectly manicured hands, silver jewelry on his chest, and his out-of-this-world face. Bill's deep brown eyes locked onto me. I was half-naked and soaked in blood.

He said nothing, just stood in the doorway, scanning the surroundings. I felt a sudden shame and wanted to crawl under a blanket, to disappear. No one needed to know what Matt had done.

Bill's eyes landed on the cosmetics on the table next to my bed. "A bruise-covering kit," he stated. "I see! It's a pattern then."

I couldn't look him in the eyes. I tried to pull the blanket over my bloody legs. "Don't move," he ordered sharply. "Let me help."

Bill's POV

When I opened the door, the sight shocked me. Her apartment was demolished, and I quickly understood that something had gone horribly wrong. I took my gun and carefully checked the house. However, nothing prepared me for what I saw upon entering her bedroom. I held myself together as much as I could for her, but inside, I was ready to kill her husband in the worst way possible. I would cut his dick off, and slice his skin off his body in a slow painful death. 

As I looked at her, guilt washed over me. I had done this before. I had left women like this. I knew exactly what was going on here. I had seen that scared, animal-like look in their eyes. But I had always walked away before dealing with the consequences. I felt sick, realizing that I was no different from her miserable husband in many ways.

But seeing Mila like this tore me apart. Never in my life have I felt the need to take care of someone. I watched her struggle to pull the blanket over her body. All I wanted to do in that moment was to clean her up, use that fucking bruise kit to cover her blue eyes, and clean the blood from her.

Then I saw the blood-covered bottle next to her trembling legs. What the fuck?! Had Matt really done this? Even in my darkest moments, I would never...

I walked toward her and gently pulled the blanket over her. She flinched at my touch.

"Go away!" she screamed. "This is not your business!"

"I'm not leaving," I said, sitting at the end of the bed, looking away from her, otherwise I would lose my shit in rage.

"Go away... please," she begged, trying to hold back tears.

"I can't," I said softly. "I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere. Let me help you."