Torch Novel – I missed my period, and two weeks have gone past. It may just be stress, right? I’m so freaking nervous that I can barely control myself. What if I am pregnant? I just met this guy seven weeks ago, and I may be pregnant. We haven’t had any other accidents since the protection breaking during our first time together. It’s early in the morning, and I’m dying to pee. I grab a small plastic cup I’m going to pee in and put the test inside. Since I am blind as a bat, Torch will be the one to reveal the result. Grabbing the boxes from him, I go into the bathroom and lock the door behind me. Knowing Torch, he will try to help me pee in the cup or something. Men. Since he knew about the possibility of me being pregnant, Torch has watched my every step. The past couple of weeks with Torch have been amazing. We had a lot of hot intercourse, and I have to admit I’m really starting to care for him.
Kayla I place my hand on the wall, trying to feel my way, as I walk outside in front of the clothing store, where the cab dropped me off. The taxi driver left before I could grab my cane out of his car. A great start to an already screwed-up day. If you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m blind. I was born that way; well, at least I think so. You would think I would be used to walking around without being able to see, but I am still terrified to this day. Where is the entrance to the store? I swear I should have reached it before now. I asked the taxi driver to drop me off right in front of the door. Of course, he is probably a shaft and dropped me off somewhere else. My hands are starting to get scratched up as I drag them along the brick wall.
When I hear a couple of men laugh, I stop and gulp. I close my eyes and will myself to relax, but my heart already feels like it’s pounding out of my chest. Letting out a deep breath, I raise my face and continue forward. I walk along a few more feet until the men’s laughter abruptly stops. I stop and wait. I can feel their gazes on me; it feels like my skin is crawling. I shudder and tighten my grip on the wall. “Need some help?” a man asks. I can hear laughter mixed in with his voice. My heart drops to my feet. “No, I’m okay,” I tell him and try to keep my voice steady. I start taking tiny steps back in the direction I came from, my hands dragging along the wall leaving little cuts on my skin. “Let me help!” the man insists, and then I feel his hand on my forearm. He pulls me harder than necessary to my right, which I know leads toward the parking lot.
Vehicles have been passing me on that side. Rooting my feet into the concrete, I try to stop him from pulling me. “Let me go.” I pull my arms, but his grip tightens on me. I know if I manage to get kidnapped, no one will report me missing. “Stop!” I say again, but this time I yell, hoping to get my point across. I feel a panic attack looming inside of me. He pulls me harder until I stumble. I raise my fist and swing out in front of me in the hopes of hitting something. More hands grab at my hips and waist. Then I’m airborne as I’m lifted off the ground completely. I scream at the top of my lungs and buck my body, trying to get them to drop me. I wish I could see, see anything, so I could fight back harder. I hear a man yelling and I scream louder, hoping it helps. “HELP!” A hand slaps my mouth before clamping over it. I gag at the smell of the sweat. All of a sudden, the man holding my shoulders jerks to the side and my head and upper body move toward the ground.
Then arms wrap around my waist and I’m pulled away from the men trying to kidnap me. I’m set on the ground and hear a fist connecting with flesh in front of me. Fist after fist connects with flesh, causing my breathing to get out of control. I’m desperate for air. My hands claw at my neck. Silence. That’s all I hear in front of me when the sound of fists hitting flesh stops. I hold my breath waiting for what happens next. When hands touch my face, I flinch away instinctually. “You okay?” my rescuer asks. His voice glides over me like butter and warms me down to my toes. His smell is woodsy and intoxicating. I’m unable to help myself, I lean forward until my head hits his chest. He wraps his arms around me and tucks me tighter against him. His arms are huge and so warm. Most people would think I am crazy for taking comfort in a stranger like this.
But do I give a flying bang? No. I hear a thunder of motorcycles and hold tighter to the man in front of me. “You okay, darlin’?” he asks again. “Yeah, I’m just a bit rattled.” I choke out a laugh but can hear the sob in it. The ground rumbles as the motorcycles pull up beside us. He stands and takes me with him. My head is still on his chest, but my legs are dangling off the ground. “You can put me down.” I smile up toward his face; or I hope it’s his face. He sets me on the ground. I rub my hand over my face in disbelief. “I better call the police.” I reach into my back pocket, but a hand stops me from taking my phone out. “No need,” he says gruffly when I hear footsteps walking toward us. “What happened, Torch?” Torch? What kind of name is that? “I was coming out of the store across the road when I saw these three pricks carrying this woman against her will.
They were about to put her in their vehicle in broad fuckin’ daylight.” Torch grounds out each word, his body vibrating with his anger. “Look at his face, Pres.” The dude I am assuming is Pres yells. I flinch at his tone. Torch tightens his hand on my waist. He must have felt me flinch. “Come on, love, let’s get you out of here,” Torch tells me and nudges me to turn around. I stumble as I trip over a speed bump and flush in embarrassment. “I can’t see,” I whisper to him. “I’m sorry, darlin’.” The next thing I know, I’m lifted off the ground and am carried bridal style, which pisses me off. I may be blind, but I can walk. “I can walk!” I feel his body rumble as he chuckles. “I know, but I want to carry you.” Shrugging my shoulders, I decide to enjoy the ride.
Who wouldn’t? Plus, he rescued me. For a brief moment, I actually thought kidnapped and killed would be how my life would end. He stops a moment later, and I feel the arm from behind my back shift as the truck presses against me, then hear the click of the door opening a second later. He lifts me higher until I feel the leather of the seat against my butt. I move my arm from behind his neck and into my lap. The truck door slams. It’s hot in here from the air being turned off for a while. But the truck still has that new car smell. I can tell it’s a truck by the amount of room and how high he had to lift me into the seat.
The driver’s side door opens, and I smell and hear Torch get inside. The door slams shut, then the truck roars to life with the air conditioner on full blast. I feel us moving. “Where are we going?” I ask, because I realize I didn’t give him my address. “To my house,” he says nonchalantly. Umm, what? “Umm, what?” I voice my thoughts. “To my house,” he repeats as I feel the truck speed up. My heart starts to beat out of my chest. “Put your seatbelt on.” “I want to go home,” I whisper and feel the tears threatening to break through. I feel so out of control and don’t know where I’m going. I have a feeling he won’t hurt me, but… His phone rings, and he answers it. I chew on my bottom lip nervously. “Hey, baby girl.” Pause.
Then, “All right, be careful. Take your taser and pepper spray. Love you. Bye.” He hangs up and tells me, “That was my daughter, Paisley.” Grabbing my hair tie off my wrist, I tie my hair up on top of my head in a messy bun. “How old is your daughter?” “She just turned nineteen and is away at college. I had her when I was eighteen years old and raised her myself.” I can hear how proud he is of her. “Wow.” He raised her by himself when he was eighteen years old? What guy can say that for himself? Not many, that’s for sure. “You got any kids?” Torch asks me. I shake my head no. “No.” “You have a man?” he asks next. I hear the steering wheel crunch as if he is fisting it very hard.