Wanted

Chapter 1

It was the end of August, here in Los Angeles, and It was hot. I carefully sat up and adjusted the A/C vent so It pointed right at me. I grimaced at the pain and held my stomach as I carefully laid back my seat a little more.

"Are you ok?" Seth asked, grabbing my hand as he drove me back home to that hell hole. I didn't answer him. I just continued to look out the window as I wiped tears off of my face.

Seth carefully pulled into the driveway and rounded the car to help me get out. I was moving a little better now that I was several days out of surgery, but I was nowhere near healed. I gripped Seth's arm as he helped me up the steps and inside the house. I looked around at all the broken glass and the new holes in the walls. It had never been this bad.

"I don't mind staying and helping to clean up." Seth said quietly. I stepped away from him and turned on the sound system in the house. I turned it up quite loud, and I walked back to Seth.

"I'm running. I'm going to Miami." I said quietly, but bluntly as I refused to make eye contact with him.

"What? When?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Tomorrow. I'll throw everything I can in a suitcase after he leaves for work and then I'll go.

"I'm coming with you." He said like he wasn't going to give me a choice.

"Seth, you can't." I said trying to keep him away from the mess that was my life.

"I can. And I will." He said with a look in his eye that said I really didn't have a choice. "Rylie... why is this time different?"

Tears began to fall from my eyes, but I didn't show any other emotion. "Because this time he took too much from me."

Seth stepped forward and gently wrapped his arms around me. "I'll go get a moving truck and put as much of my stuff in it as I can. I'll come pick you up tomorrow. We will stop at a furniture store and clothing stores on the way and buy what we need."

"I need a new phone too. He can track everything electronic." I said as I wiped the tears from my face.

Seth nodded, "Ok. Are sure you will be ok tonight? I really don't want to leave you here."

"Just be here at nine in the morning. Then I'll be fine." I said as I let my hand drop to the scar that was now on my lower stomach.

...

After Seth left, I went into the bedroom and pulled off my clothes. I walked into the bathroom, avoiding the mirror, and stepped into the shower. I unfortunately had to see the bruises as I washed my body. My back, stomach, arms and legs were all covered in blue, purple, and green. I turned my back to the water and lifted my chin to wash my hair. I took deep breaths in the steam to try and calm my mind. It didn't work.

I stepped out of the shower carefully. I still wasn't very stable on my feet. I carefully dried off my body and I walked over to the vanity. I brushed my teeth, and ran a comb through my hair. I slowly lifted my eyes to the mirror and was met with the emptiness that seemed to fill me. I slowly trailed them down my naked body. He really did it this time.

I walked out to my dresser and pulled a big t-shirt over my head. I pulled on a pair of underwear after putting a pad in it to catch the blood, and some high waist yoga pants that wouldn't irritate the incision site. I carefully walked to the bed, and as soon as I was laying down comfortable, I heard the front door open.

I felt my heart sink into my stomach. All I had to do was make it one night. His footsteps were getting closer as I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing. He pushed the bedroom door open, and threw his jacket on the bed. He walked into the bathroom and started the shower. As the water warmed, he came back into the room and stripped his body of its clothes and threw them in the laundry hamper. He turned back and got in the shower without a word.

I continued to take deep breaths and tried to control my shaking hands while he was still in the shower. I knew he wasn't going to ignore me all night, so I slowly and carefully pushed myself up into a sitting position. I arranged the pillows behind my back so I was somewhat comfortable.

When the shower stopped, Gray walked out as he dried off his body.

"How did you get home?" He asked without even looking at me. He just finished drying his body.

"Seth drove me." I said simply.

He let out an unamused huff. "Faggot my ass. He is just trying to get close to you so he can fuck you." he said as he threw his wet towel on the laundry pile. I just stayed quiet. I hated that he talked about Seth like that. He was the only person I had in my life that cared about me, and now he knew my secret. "I don't want you around him anymore."

I closed my eyes to try to hold back the tears as I nodded to him. "Ok."

Gray looked over at me suspiciously. He ran his eyes over my body, and I felt my skin crawl. "No arguing? You aren't going to give me some sob story?" He paused, giving me time to respond, but I didn't. I just looked down at my hands in my lap. "Well, fuck, maybe you learned your lesson."

The knot in my throat grew until I couldn't breathe. Tears broke free from my eyes and I covered my face with my hand.

"I expect this house to be clean by the time I'm home tomorrow." He said as he slid under the covers.

"Yes sir." I said as he shut off the light.

I carefully slid back down, positioning myself so I wasn't in too much pain. I laid there looking at the ceiling for what felt like hours. I could feel Gray stirring next to me, but I just took deep breaths and tried to stay calm.

Gray continued to stir until I felt him sit up, and get on his knees. I looked to the side without moving my head and closed my eyes in dread when I saw him. He was completely hard and stroking himself as he looked at me.

"Come here, Rylie." He said in a demanding tone.

"Gray, you can't... You'll put me back in the hospital." I said with pleading eyes.

"Open your mouth then." He said as he moved against me, pressing his dick to my lips. I kept my mouth closed as I squeezed my eyes closed and swallowed hard. Displeased with my reaction, Gray grabbed my face. He pushed his index finger and thumb into my cheeks until it hurt so bad, I opened my mouth just to be repeatedly gagged. Thankfully my stomach was empty or I would have puked all over him. He did what he pleased with me until he pulled out and rapidly stroked himself. I turned my face away from him as he came, shooting his disgusting fluids all over my hair and the side of my face.

I laid there still as he calmed and eventually got back under the covers. Once he was still, I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to shower again. I washed my hair several times and scrubbed my face until it was burning and raw. Stepping out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and scrubbed my teeth and mouth, rinsing with mouthwash several times.

My hands were on the edge of the counter as I leaned forward and turned my face into my arm to muffle my sobs. I took deep breaths as I attempted to calm myself. I got redressed and laid back down in bed.

I barely slept through the night. I watched as the clock changed from 5:59 to 6:00 and sounded the alarm. I reached out and muted the alarm as I felt Gray get up. He walked out of the room for a while before coming back in and getting dressed. As he tied his tie he came and stood by my side of the bed.

"You really need to stop pouting. It's not like we were ever going to have kids anyway." He said with a smirk.

I furrowed my brows as I looked at him.

"Oh come on, you think I didn't know about the pills taped under the bed frame? The only reason I let you keep taking them is so you never got pregnant. Now we don't have to worry about it." he said with a shrug.

My blood was boiling. I was shaking as I desperately tried to hold myself back. He stepped closer to me and held my chin between his thumb and index finger. He smiled at me like he was proud of himself before he kissed me.

"Remember, this place needs to be clean." He said as he pulled back, grabbed his briefcase, and left.