Violently Icy

Knife, cut throat

The knife was the one weapon quickest to cut throats of the innocent. Wynrie's son, Grant was just like her in almost every way and I hoped it would be forever. He didn't need anything from his shitty fuck of a bastard. He really was a beautiful baby boy. And definitely the most beautiful I've ever seen. Ryder just stood across from the bed almost near the doorway of the entrance to the room.

I called a good friend of mine, James Reynolds and he came to watch over Wynrie while I took care of some things at my house for her arrival home with Grant. Ryder decided to help me out with shit at my place so we drove off in his car to my house and it was eventful. As soon as we got back to my place, we began fighting verbally with each other and it quickly escalated into something that should have never happened. Since Wynrie hadn't had her baby shower yet the plan was once she was bringing Grant home, she would just do it there and it would obviously be late one but she could still is what she was given.

The fighting stopped being verbal when Ryder picked me up in his arms and pinned me against the wall. He was aggravated with me and he had thrown me to the wall before he'd picked me up and pinned me to it. "Stop," I yelled at him. "Fuckin aye bitch," he shouted back. "Stop resisting me you fuckin whore! Just do what I say," he continued shouting at me. He grabbed my head and began bashing it into the wall behind me. "Ryde!! Stop, what is wrong with you," I shot back. "How's this feel, huh??! How we doin here," he said, mockingly. "Ryder," I began crying and nothing mattered now.

He progressed to ripping my clothes off of me and aggressively raping me. His cock was hard the entire time, never once going limp. He also took very long, large dildos and began to violently jab at my pussy with it. Every female organ I had felt everything he was doing. Every. Fucking. Part. Every bit of the stabbing from the dildos caused me to begin bleeding from my pussy. I knew he had begun drinking again because he smelled the slightest bit like alcohol. He had no clue that I knew but I knew he wasn't stupid and would figure it out. And very soon.

I knew he was imagining it being someone else but he was taking it out on me. Could it have been Tate..??! I didn't know the answer because this wasn't easy to read this time. He began to throw me violently all over the room and I was becoming marked. He began to come back to reality and once he had fully come back to reality, he let me go and ran out of the house and drove away. I didn't know how to feel or what to do but I decided to message James and tell him to bring Wynrie and Grant here immediately.

He didn't question me and he did exactly as I asked. Wynrie and Grant were taken to their room and James had come back to the drawing room where I had been after contacting him. He closed the doors and started right away. "Who did that?! Rhaven! Who did this to you," he continued to press. I continued to not answer him and he was becoming furious and I knew I shouldn't have been silent here but I had to. He finally stopped pressing for more information and said," Fine. You win. I quit. Not going to ask you more than I have and when your ready to answer you know how to get ahold of me. Just saying I am staying here tonight so you won't get rid of me." I didn't refuse but I also didn't agree either because I knew he was going to do what he was going to do.

I didn't even try to stop him or change his mind. There was no point. When James went to throw something away in the trash, he found at least 20+ bottles of Jack Daniels and immediately knew what was going on. He instantly confronted me about this and I finally broke down and cried my eyes out and told him everything. He was furious and had every right to be but it hasn't changed what had happened. Didn't make a difference. "You need to stay away from this psychopathic motherfucker. Fuckin sadist ass fucker," James angrily said. I couldn't help but just stand there and cry and cry and cry.

He came over and began to comfort me when I jumped and began to have an asthma attack. That was the one thing I hoped wouldn't ever happen in front of anyone.. I hated my asthma and for a while they got better and they recently got worse again. He knew exactly what to do and did everything right. "You know me. I can't hurt anyone without reason and there is no reason. I won't hurt anyone unless I need to. So if he shows, he's gone. And that's what I'm sure he'd say too, somehow," James said. I knew that he was right and I also knew Ryder would show up later at some point.

The whole thing just made my anxiety go through the roof and my asthma quickly escalate into a very dangerous state. I'm not sure when exactly I fell asleep but I did fall asleep and he kept me on the couch in the drawing room and watched over me all night long. There was a sudden knock at the door and it was 4:00am. "What the fuck do you want? Who are you," James said. The muffled reply I couldn't make out exactly a first and then I knew who it was.