Beat Heal Love

Chapter 15

Chapter 15
“James, where’s Peter and my mother staying?” I ask him after waking up at 8 am the next morning.
“Um, good morning to you too. Why do you want to know?”
“So that I can avoid it. I want to go for a walk and I don’t want to meet them.”
“Are you sure it’s a good idea to be going out alone?”
“I’m not staying in here till school starts up again, and I want to be alone. Are you going to answer?”
“They’re staying at the Holiday Inn. Please be careful and call me or anyone else if you need to.” I nod and walk outside, towards the city. What James doesn’t know won’t hurt him.
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I’m walking up to the hotel after walking for three hours. I never realized how big this city was when on foot. But I got here, now all I have to do is figure out which room they’re in. I’ll ask the front desk before I try anything else or better yet, think of some elaborate plan to find out.
“Hello, how can I help you?” The lady at the front desk asks me when step up.
“Hi, I was wondering if you could tell me my parents’ room please. They dropped me off at the mall and never told me.” The lady nods and types something up.
“What’s their names?”
“Peter and Cindy Brooks.” More typing.
“Here they are. They’re in room 204 on the second floor. Would you like me to call them for you?”
“No thanks. Thanks for the help.” I send her a fake smile and walk to the elevators.
In the elevator, I look in the mirror at myself. I look so different from when I was living with Peter and my mother. There I had all baggy clothes to hide all the bruises. Now I have skin tight but flexible clothes. My black hair is nicely cut to my mid back and is thick for a change. My skin no longer looks bruised or hurt; only the scars remain and I wear them proudly now. My skin’s pretty much glowing now. I feel like my old self. Now can I act like it?
The elevator bings when it reaches the second floor and I walk out, looking for the correct room. I find it with a do not disturb sign hanging. I knock anyways.
“Can’t you read, bitch?! The sign says–” Peter opens the door after yelling through it. He stops once he sees me leaning against the door frame as if I could care less about being here.
“Well looky here. Did you miss us?” Peter asks me after overcoming his shock.
“Honey, who is it?” My mother walks into view wearing nothing at all. I don’t flinch and notice that Peter’s only in boxers. Still don’t move.
“Heard you were looking for me. Here I am,” I state. Oh yeah, I’ve still got it after seven years. My statement shocks both of them into silence. “Well, are you going to let me in or stand there completely shell shocked for everyone to see?” Without waiting for an answer, I push past Peter and walk into the room. I don’t look around. Instead I go and lounge on the couch with my feet on the opposite arm rest.
“Well, what do you want?” I ask them after I’m comfortable. They’re just staring at me. I sigh and drop my head back.
“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” I tell them and they seem to break out of their state. Mother goes to the other room while Peter walks towards me.
“You made a mistake coming here alone, sweet cheeks. But it’s a mistake I’m going to quite enjoy,” Peter states as he sits down on the table and pulls me so that I’m straddling him.
“Is that all you wanted from me? Another fuck?” He’s shocked again. Then goes to slap me but I catch his wrist.
“You will respect me! You’re nothing but a slut! You’re even dressing like one now,” he spits in my face.
“I don’t have to respect you, I never did. You also know that I’m no slut, despite what you’ve told the guys at the gym. If I told them the truth that you beat me, rape me, I think you’ll find yourself very outnumbered and wishing you were dead. Now tell me why you wanted me here because I’m quite bored and am ready to leave if it’s not important.”
“Is the amusement of me and your mom an important enough reason?”
“Depends what’s amusing you guys. Just spit it out or I’m going,” I say, standing up. Peter gets up as well.
“You’ll be amusing us.” I laugh right in his face.
“I’m good. Go find something else or better yet, finish what you started before I got here. Don’t let your wife finish herself.” He punches me in the jaw but I don’t fall nor do I punch him back. I’m not going to stoop to his level. He keeps punching me and as he does so, he’s pushing me towards the bed in the other room. I don’t stop him however. I need to be able to trust myself to get me out of these situations.
My knees hit the bed and I’m pulled onto it from behind. My wrists are handcuffed and Peter does my ankles. Since the day James got the all clear from the doctor he’s been making me stronger, able to defend myself but also how to get out of situations exactly like this where I’m tied. I can get out of this if I need to.
“You’re going to amuse us; you don’t have a choice.” Peter slams his lips onto mine and shoves his tongue into my mouth. I bite it until I taste blood. He pulls away and spits blood on me. I don’t blink.
My mother comes into my view and I can see that she has a sex toy. Peter pulls my jeans and underwear down. The toy is brought to my clit and I knee it to the side, surprising both of them with my freed leg. I just smirked and get out of the rest.
“You’ve had your fun. You’ve seen me. You’ve told me what you wanted. Now I can leave and you can screw off,” I inform them.
“Do you really think we’ll let you leave now that you’re here?”
“One way or another I’ll be walking out the same way I came. If that means a fight then so be it. I’m. Not. Afraid. Of. You,” I tell Peter slowly.
“Show me your best. You aren’t leaving,” Peter tells me. I shrug and start walking towards the door. Peter takes a second to stop me, after coming out of his shock. He puts a hand on my shoulder and I let my instincts take over. I’ve found that I defend myself better when I let them loose.
“You sure you want to do this in a hotel room that you’re paying for?” I ask, not turning my head. He doesn’t respond, just tightens his grip. I close my eyes before opening them again. James noticed once that my eyes change colors depending on my mood and right now, they’re probably the darkest blue I’ve ever had.
I take a deep breath and just as peter goes to pull me back, I grab his hand and twist it. He cries out in pain and surprise. I push him back then let go. He stumbles away from me.
“I’m only defending myself. If I wanted I could report you to the RCMP. I’d be the victim in all of this,” I state. He laughs. Like actually holding his gut, hardy laugh.
“You, a victim?” He laughs some more. “You’ve never been the victim. You’re the reason you’re daddy,” he says daddy in a baby’s voice, as if mocking it, “is dead. You killed him; you’re a murderer, sweet cheeks. So you’re no victim. If anything, we are because we were forced to live with you. So you deserve everything you get.” He steps up to me and grabs my throat, bring my face closer to his. He whispers into my ear, “you are a murderer. A murderer that I’m going to play with.” He tightens his grip on my neck so that I’m choking. I fight myself to not give him the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. I just stare blankly at him. He stares right back as my vision blackens. I reach behind me into my pocket and dial James. I hear him pick up and tell him,
“204, hurry,” before I black out completely.
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I feel freezing cold water splash me awake. I open my eyes as I sputter from the water.
“Wakey, wakey, sweet cheeks. Are you comfy enough?” Peter asks me. I try to move but I feel cold metal biting into my skin. Then I feel a breeze. I look down at myself and find myself completely naked. Where the hell is James?!
“I am, thank you,” I state in a cold voice.
"Scared yet?”
“Never. You going to rape me again? Or use toys like before?”
“How are you so calm about this?” My mother asks from somewhere I can’t see.
“I’m no longer a virgin and I’m not scared of you anymore.”
“Or because your knight in shining armour is coming to save you. Oh yeah, I found your phone. He doesn’t know where we are so we’re the only ones here. Now which would you rather? Toys or me? Maybe your mama?”
“Whatever, doesn’t make a different to me.”
“Very well. Let’s start with me.” He undoes his pants and pulls out his hard dick. He climbs onto me but moves up to my face. He smirks before shoving it all into my mouth, making me gag. I would’ve puked if I had food in me. He continues to fuck my mouth, grabbing my head to move with him. I just stare blankly at him as he cums in my mouth. He pulls out and covers my mouth so I’m forced to swallow it. I do, trying not to gag at the bitter taste.
“Not so hard,” Peter states as he lines up with my entrance. He slams into me so hard, I have to bite my tongue so not to scream. Then he lowers his face to my chest and bites my nipple as he keeps up with his hard pace, slamming into me each time, harder then before. I taste blood and feel some slide down my chest.
Peter cums again in me and he pulls out, giving me a slap on the swollen mound. I’m slowly breaking again when I realize that James’s isn’t coming.
I have to stay strong! I’m not breaking again!
“Where’s your prince charming now, sweet cheeks?”
“I’m right here,” I look over and I see James standing in the doorway, holding a gun at Peter.
“Do you want a go? She’s a really good fuck. Her mom’s next but I’m sure you could take her spot,” Peter informs James.
“I never realized how sick of a man you were. I knew you were an ass, but this is a whole new level. Untie her or I’ll shoot. I don’t care if I get arrested.”
“Can’t you let us finish with her first? We just started and we had so much planned.”
“Untie her. Now.” James steps into the room and brings the gun to Peter’s temple. Peter's shaking now yet the gun is steady. James' done this before.
Peter nods and unties me. I stand up and look around for my clothes. I don’t find them in plain sight.
“Where are my clothes?” I ask Peter. He smirks and checks my naked body out before locking his eyes on my tits. My anger boils and I step up to him, grab his balls, twist and squeeze. James grabs him as I continue.
“B-B-Bathr-room,” he stutters. I let go and he falls to the ground. I walk to the bathroom and get dressed.
“I like the scars you’ve got going on, sweet cheeks. They suit you,” Peter states as I walk back into the bedroom.
“Thanks. They actually made me stronger so I’m grateful for them,” I answer honestly. “Now where’d Cindy go?”
“I didn’t even know she left. Whatever, she’ll find you again and finish what I started.” I nod as if agreeing.
“Not if we find her first.” I approach the man still kneeling and with one punch, he’s out cold.
“What do you want to do with him?” James asks me.
“Bring him to the warehouse and kill him. I’ll assume you’ve done this before?” I send a pointed look to the gun that’s hanging by his side now.
“Not by choice. You sure you want to end his life? He’s a sick man, but you could send him to jail instead. Rapists and abusers aren’t treated too well in those kind of places.”
“You sure he won’t be let on bail?”
“No chance if you do a rape kit and show your scars. Plus, you have Knight, the doctor and myself that can testify against him.” I nod.
“Okay, let’s take him to the station.” James nods and picks Peter up, throwing him over his shoulder as if he weighted nothing. We leave after grabbing the handcuffs that were used to tie me down.
We go to the truck and throw Peter in the backseat while James and I sit up front. James starts driving.
“How are you so calm right now?” James asks me.
“I knew you were coming,” I reply although I don’t think it’s the full truth.
“Even then, I wouldn’t be. What did he even do?”
“He only got the chance to play with my tits before you walked in.”
“Are you lying?” I shake my head even though it is a lie. He nods, seeming to accept my answer before we fall into silence.
“Why’d you go there? Why’d you lie to me?” James asks a few minutes later.
“I knew you’d stop me. I needed to do it. I called you when I needed you, isn’t that what counts?”
“I would have rathered you not have gone at all.”
“The choice was up to me and I made it. It affected me and only me.” James shakes his head and we’re silent again but for the rest of the drive this time.
We reach the RCMP station, we tie Peter up; he’s still knocked out. James and I go inside.
“Hello, what can I do for you?” A man asks as we walk up to the desk.
“Hi, I’d like to report a case of abuse and rape,” I state.
“Okay I’ll get someone you can talk to.” The man picks up a phone as James and I go sit.
“Do you want me to go in with you?” James asks me. I shake my head and he nods, walking out.
•♦•♦•♦•♦•
“Is it okay if I record this?” A female detective asks me and I give a small nod. She presses a button on a remote and starts. “My name is Alexis Sanders and I’m with,” she looks at me for my name.
“Charlie Joseph,” I answer.
“On an abuse and rape case. Let’s begin.” The detective continues as she starts the questioning.
•♦•♦•♦•♦•
I had been in that interrogation room for an hour and a half, not counting when I had to step out to calm down. That detective had been a bitch the entire time but I answered all of her questions. Now she has to interview James and take Peter. I walk out to the truck.
“The detective wants your statement. Bring Peter in with you.” James nods and leaves. I sit in the passenger seat as I think.
I can’t believe I’m actually here, finally reporting Peter. After seven years of his abuse, I’m finally finishing him. There’s no way he can hurt me now. Although, I'm still not sure whether this was a better option than me killing him. Sure he would have the relief it gave–I don’t believe in heaven or hell– but he wouldn’t be able to escape anywhere and continue torturing me.
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James has been in the station for I don’t know how long. I lost track of time while in my thoughts but I’m brought back into reality when a few sharp knocks resonate on my window. I jump and look out, it’s just Nathan. I open the door for him.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Smith asked me to come. Do you want to scoot over so I can come in?” I move over a bit and he closes the door behind him. He then wraps me in his arms and brings me onto his lap. I hide my face in his chest, trying my best to hold it together and not to cry.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t bring Max,” Nathan apologizes.
“I appreciate you coming. I just like Max when I’m like this because he can’t ask questions.”
“We asks questions so that we can understand and help. With that, I only have one question.”
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Sorry this is late. I'm in Montreal right now and yesterday was just packed with plans so I forgot. Hopefully the chapter makes up for it.
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