Sniper Novel – Before I could express my love for the boy, I found out that he slept with many girls, even with many teachers. I couldn’t accept it, but what I couldn’t accept even more was that my friend violently forced me to sleep with him because I liked someone else. I lived in this environment for a whole year, and what was worse was that I was pregnant. After I gave birth to the child, he completely ignored my physical condition and performed anal on me. He also forced me to sleep with him during my menstrual period. I couldn’t stand it anymore. For the sake of my child, I couldn’t continue like this. I had to run away. “I have money for you. I raided his safe in the house he has on club land. It’s all yours. Go far from here, Aurora, and be safe, please.” I nod again, my tears falling, and I rasp, “I can’t thank you enough for this, Hannah.” She allows her tears to fall as she grips my knee, and I look at Autumn. From now on, it’ll be just me and her, no one else. But God doesn’t stop there.
Aurora – Eighteen Years Old Tears fallas Axe bites my neck hard, ensuring to leave his mark where no one can see it. I don’t move or make a sound; heck, I don’t even flinch from the pain. I’ve trained myself to stay still, hoping and praying he’ll give up, but he never does. It’s been a year of this, and he never gets tired; I don’t know how much longer I can cope. “My darling, you feel amazing wrapped around my shaft, nothing like that bimbo….” He grunts, thrusting hard inside me. I’m not even wet. I never am, and the fact he’s still trying to screw Hannah makes me feel bad for her. I hate that she has to deal with him still. He grips my hair, lifting my head off his bathroom floor, where I’m lying on my belly. I was hoping to have a quick shower while he was out, but he caught me—he always does. He has cameras around the apartment, watching me.
He yanks my head back hard, making it hard for me to breathe, but I ignore it, trying to breathe through my nose. If I had my way, I would have killed myself months ago when this all started, but I couldn’t. I can’t. It’s been a year since he first raped me, a year since he dragged me out of my father’s home, tied up and gagged, and brought me here to his apartment two towns over. I haven’t had any contact with my father or any of the other brothers since he took me, and honestly, I don’t think I would want to. They allowed this devil into their brotherhood, around their women…. What if this is what they all do? What if they hurt people behind the town’s back? Axe grunts, his hips going faster as he pushes his hand between my body and the floor, pinching my chest hard, and bile rises as my insides feel like they’re being ripped a part. Every time he’s raped me, I’ve vomited.
I try to hold it in until he’s gone because every time I’ve vomited in front of him, he’s punished me by starving me and taking away all of my clothes. I’ve tried to stop it, to train myself like I did with the pain, but my body is trying to expel him. His phone makes a noise, and hope builds, and he growls, “Next cycle, I’ll sleep with you five times a day instead of the three times we’ve been doing. I want you pregnant.” I hear him pull up his zipper. “I’ve got club business to deal with. I should be back by ten, make sure you’re ready, Aurora. I want your hip tonight, and if you fight me again like just now, I’ll tie you to the bed for three days. Gagged.” With that said, he turns and leaves the room, and all I can think is how much I hate my life. He takes me every day. I fight and refuse to give up, but each time, I get punished. I don’t move as I hear him bang around the living room; my aching, bruised body stays still. I hear the apartment door open and shut, locking behind him, and still, I don’t move, even when I hear his bike roar off in the distance. My mind is screaming for me to scrub myself clean…but my body, it can’t move.
I know if I try, I’ll throw up. My tears fall, and I try to breathe, to keep the vomit down as resentment and anger toward my father for leaving me with the club hit me again. He left me for a job he didn’t have to take. He left me with people he trusted, and yet here I am, locked up, used as a ragdoll, raped day in, day out. After the first time I tried to run from him, this is where he locks me in at night. I guess after a year, he thought I’d give up fighting him and started to leave it open, but I can’t give up. I wanted to, believe me, I did, but I can’t. Walking into the small closet, the only place there isn’t a camera because there’s no way out in here, I grab the sweats he brought me from my dad’s house, and the sweater, putting them on, before tying my hair up in a messy bun. Swallowing hard, I slip on my sneakers and grab the bag hidden underneath the bed sheets. I’ve had it packed since he took me, but I’ve had to pack and repack it several times. But not today. No, today I finally leave, I’ll finally be free.
Trying to ignore the panic, I leave the room and place the bag near the front door. I was told he’d be riding for about two hours before stopping for a break, so I need to hurry and get far away from here before he checks the cameras. A cry echoes through the small space, and a few tears fall. I wipe them away and quickly rush to the nursery, my palms sweating. Slowly, I walk to the crib and peek in, smiling a little at Autumn. She looks exactly like me, and I’m glad. When I tried to kill myself, finding his razor in his cabinet, Axe took me to a hospital far from here, where they found out I was pregnant. He knocked me up the first time he raped me, and she was the only reason why he didn’t punish me severally for trying to end my life and nearly killing her. At first, I didn’t think I could love her. I was scared she’d look like him, have his evil, and that I would be resentful of her.
But after I gave birth, I realized she was innocent, and the fire to run with her hit me hard; she became my reason to fight, even without the bond I should feel. I spent a year figuring out how to leave, and now I have my opening. Slowly, I pick my girl up, her big green eyes watching me, and I whisper, “It’s time to go, Autumn….” She’s only a few months old, and yes, Axe raped me anally for the first four weeks after I gave birth. He didn’t care that I’d just pushed a baby from my body. The first day out of the hospital, he didn’t even wait for me to take her to her crib. He didn’t care she saw; he took me as soon as we walked into the door, and then once he was finished, he demanded I sort the baby out when she started screaming, and left, but not before demanding I nurse her and not use the formula the hospital gave me. He wanted me to nurse, but I couldn’t; it was hard to bond with her, knowing how she was conceived.
Through sleep and not love…. He left me black and blue when he returned to see her on formula. When I get to the door, I bend down, grab my bag, which contains mainly Autumn’s clothes and formula. I carefully put it over my shoulder while keeping Autumn close. I don’t look at the camera near the door as I leave the apartment I was held in. Instead, I walk out, happy he didn’t bolt it since I haven’t tried to run in over six months. He let his guard down, which is what we expected. I don’t let out a breath, even when I’m out of the apartment. Instead, I slowly walk down the stairs and out the front door to the old Ford waiting for me. My breathing comes out choppy, and my tears fall hard when the fresh air hits my face, realizing I did it.
I got us free. Hannah quickly jumps out of the passenger side door, her boyfriend Trent in the driver’s seat. Her tears fall, seeing the state of me as she rushes over and gently grabs my daughter and cups my cheek. “You ready?” she whispers, and I nod. I told her about him coming to help with my math because Piston couldn’t, I told her how he raped me after I expressed my interest in the quarterback, and how the baby attached to my chest was conceived from sleep, and how he continues to sleep me daily. It was then she came up with a plan to help me and my daughter, with the help of her new partner. She met Trent accidentally and fell madly in love. She didn’t want to be with Axe, but like she said, she did fall pregnant, and he forced her to take his cut out of obligation. A month into being with him, she hated it and secretly had an abortion like everyone thought. He showed his true colors toward her, giving her no choice but to end the pregnancy, worried for the unborn child.
When she saw his infatuation with me, that’s when she started being bitchy to me, hoping I’d stay away, as a way to protect me. She blamed herself for not protecting me and spent months trying to figure out a way to help me. Gently, she guides me to the car, and her boyfriend climbs out. I flinch, and his dark blue eyes soften as he gently takes the bag and rasps, “It’s okay, sweetheart, you are safe now.” I nod and give him a small smile as Hannah clicks Autumn into a car seat. Trent opens the door for me and helps me climb in, my body shaking. I take a deep breath as they both climb into the car, and Hannah whispers, “We’re going to drop you off at a bus stop three hours from here before swapping cars. The club already believes you’ve left, so he can’t ask for their help…. He’ll be on his own honey; he won’t find you.” I nod, and she smiles as Trent starts the car and pulls away. She continues, “I have money for you. I raided his safe in the house he has on club land. It’s all yours.
Go far from here, Aurora, and be safe, please.” I nod again, my tears falling, and I rasp, “I can’t thank you enough for this, Hannah.” She allows her tears to fall as she grips my knee, and I look at Autumn. I’m so scared. I still feel dirty and tainted, and I’m petrified I’m not going to be enough for her, that I won’t love Autumn enough because of how she was made. I sniffle, wipe my cheeks, and silently promise myself to protect her always, unlike what my father has done for me. I promise myself to never treat her like a child conceived by slept, and to cherish her always. I promise to make sure she always comes first. From now on, it’ll be just me and her, no one else…. But God doesn’t stop there.