BFG was destroyed by the only woman he's ever loved and is no longer the man he once was. Can he finally move forward with his life or will his past refuse to stay away?
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A/N: Hello Lovelies! Can I just apologise for how long it's been since I updated. I've been sick for the third time in a month and I passed it to my husband and daughter. Add that into being back at work doing twelve hour shifts I just haven't had time to write. This story is nearly over, three chapters left and then it'll be Aces turn! Xxx
Tobias is safe. Derek is safe. Tobias is safe. Derek is safe. Tobias is safe. Derek is safe.
That's the only thing keeping me going. I don't think, I don't listen, I don't look, I just repeat that over and over in my head. I have to do this, I have to take this so that my son is safe from this monster.
"You look at me when I'm speaking to you!" Charles spits in my face before slapping me. He grips my chin painfully and forces me to look up at him
"Do you have any idea what you've done to my reputation!? To my family's reputation! You will never disobey me again. Do you understand!?" I try to respond but my swollen lips hurt too much, so instead I nod as best I can with my jaw in his death grip.
"Once we get back to Boston and you've cleaned up the mess you made with the authorities you will go back to being the good little wife I expect you to be. However I will not give you the freedom you had before. You will never leave the house without me, and I'm upping security so I know what you're doing at all times." He pulls me forward and slams my head back against the wall, releasing me as I slump to the floor. The clean clothes Charles gave me only a few hours ago are now covered in my blood.
I knew once he got me alone he would punish me for all I've done. But I don't care. If I don't manage to escape Charles alive at least out of all this I saved my son. I know the club will protect him, I know he will be safe and loved there. I'm sure he'll miss me, but I know he'll grow up to be a good man, with a good family around him.
"I can't even look at you! Get cleaned up!" He yells and I scramble into the bathroom. I study my face in the mirror, my make up mixed with blood, is all too familiar. I've been here before and I barely survived, maybe I won't make it this time. I strip my clothes, ignoring the bruising growing on my pale skin and step into the shower. I sob silently as the water washes away the blood.
I allow myself to drift away and dream. What would life have been like with Derek and Toby? We could have had a house of our own, near the clubhouse, I would spend my days laughing with Molly in the bakery and my nights with Derek and our club family. What would Toby grow to become? Would he want to join the club? Or would Derek hold me as I cried waving him off to college? Would Derek and I have more children? We never talked about that, I'd love to give Toby some siblings, but if it hadn't happened he has the kids in the club. Derek and I could've grown old together, still riding, with our club, kids and grandchildren, it would've been the perfect life.
I hope Derek finds some one who can make him happy, won't hurt him like I have.
"Hurry up in there I've ordered room service." Charles pounding on the door snaps me from my dream. I step out of the shower, tie my hair into a knot and slip into a robe. Hopefully Charles has more clothes for me I don't like the idea of only wearing a robe in front of him.
I step out into the suite to find Charles sat at the table with two plates, I sit opposite him and look at the salad in front of me, I guess I can kiss goodbye to the pastries and the pizza. If it hadn't been nearly twenty four hours since I last ate I would leave it but I am hungry.
"Don't think I haven't noticed you've put on a few pounds, you'll have to work that off when we get home." He says as he cuts into his steak
"Yes Charles." I nod
"Thanks to the mess you made I can't contact people at the moment, but I'll set you up with a trainer, stylist and we'll get that birds nest seen to." He points to my hair with his fork and I only nod.
"We have a charity dinner next week, I thought we could announce your return. That you are still talking with a therapist but you feel better after your inpatient stay after your breakdown. They'll understand, the pressures of motherhood, being a Callahan et cetera." Charles continues. He really doesn't think he's done anything wrong does he? He's abused his wife and child, he's basically a drug dealer and he's kidnapped me, yet he thinks he's a good man.
He thinks that we can just go back to how it was, he'll work whilst I sit at home and wait to be his punching bag night after night.
So many people have suffered the consequences of his actions and he plans to walk away Scott free with no repercussions landing on his head. If I go down I'm taking him with me.
"Eat up and then we could both use some rest." He smirks, I know that look. No fucking way that's happening. I try to think of an excuse when the phone rings, Charles gets up to answer it
"Yes yes of course, send him up." Charles says before hanging up
"Go and make yourself look presentable we have company." Charles snaps at me and I rush into the bedroom. Sure enough there's another outfit just as uncomfortable as the last but I quickly dress and do what I can with my hair. My face is a problem, it's going to take a while to cover all of the cuts and bruises Charles has given me today. Well I was just in a motorcycle accident so I can just make excuses for whoever it is, it's probably Frank and he won't care anyway. I slip into my heels and plaster a smile on my face as I step out into the suite
"Derek!" I gasp as he stands in front of Charles with a gun in his hand
"I'm gonna make this simple for you Chuckie, Sarah leaves with me now, or I shoot you and she leaves with me anyway." Derek growls with a sinister smile on his face.
