Bad Boys

b o n u s c h a p t e r ~ Skin On The Battlefield

DISCLAIMER: This is the scene where Kayla gets raped. If you don't want to read it, that is okay. That is perfectly fine. It just felt so perpetually wrong not to give her a voice in this scene.

Kayla's POV

I ease open the front door and close it shut behind me. I know I stayed at Lynnara's too long, but I'm praying to some nameless deity I could care less about that no is awake to notice.  I slide off my shoes and pick them up. Then I tip toe into the kitchen and freeze. Refrigerator light illuminates the cabinets and there hunched over in front of it is my beloved "foster father" in a red flannel and blue jeans. I swallow harshly and freeze. Don't breathe. Don't breathe.

I take half a step back, intending to back track and sneak in through my window. But he straightens up and slams the fridge door closed. I jump as he spins around, his eyes settling on me. "You," he growls. I drop my eyes instantly and keep my mouth shut. "You're back late," he notes, but his words are one big, giant threat.

"I was studying with Lynnie,"  I answer quietly still looking at the ground.

"No you weren't. You were off screwing one of those boys you like so much, weren't you?" I whip my head up, mouth agape. He steps forward and grabs my wrist, yanking me closer to him. I turn my face away. "You dirty little slut." He slaps me across the face. I stumble a bit and clutch my shoes tighter. "I have no more beer," he says. "And my beer money covered your bail." His hand twists into my hair and tugs. I whimper quietly. He drags me up the stairs to my room. My eyes tear up but I don't dare open my mouth. "Listen here, you little brat. I feed you. I clothe you, when no one else wants you and you repay me with this. Wasting my beer money on your bail for something as stupid as trespassing?" He scoffs and shoves me through the door. I stumble inside my room and go sprawling across the carpet. I feel the ache deep in my bones, but I spin around quickly and scramble back to my feet. "All to go sleep with a bunch of boys huh?"

Three strides forward and his hand encircles my throat. He picks me up slightly and my hands feebly claw at his. "You whore," he spits, saliva flying into my face. My nose wrinkles in disgust on its own accord. He releases me and I fall the ground once more, coughing and sputtering. I hear the door click shut and whip my head up, still trying to stop the wheezing. He flicks the lock. No. No, he wouldn't. He comes back over to me and grabs me by the throat again, tugging me up to my feet. "Bet you're the kind of girl that likes that huh?" God, please no. My nails scrape pointlessly at his hand. My hearts hammers along inside my ribs. And then I'm stumbling backwards, losing my footing to his control.

He throws me down on the bed and I finally scream, attempting to scramble away but he's on top of me too quickly. He slaps his palm over my mouth. I bite down hard on his skin. He pulls away allowing me to scream for half a second. Then he slaps me hard across the face and presses his hand back down over my mouth. "You don't want to wake everyone else up now do you? Be a good girl and give me something for my beer money." I shake my head rapidly beneath his hand. Kicking my feet and flailing my arms until he pins all four limbs down with his body weight sending sparks of pain through me.

"This would be so much easier if you would just cooperate," he growls. I release another muffled scream and fight back with everything I've got. But his lips press against my neck and trace patterns down to the dip in my tank top. He tugs the fabric lower exposing my gray bra to his eyes. I writhe beneath him. Screaming and screaming and screaming. And then he tears the right strap of my tank top in half. And the shirt comes down lower. My bra is next but he doesn't take it the whole way off. He just yanks my boobs out and leaves it. Tears prick at my eyes but I won't give him the satisfaction.  And then his mouth is on me. I won't. I won't cry. My muffled screams become shrill.