Broken

12: His Princess

Carter up top

Recap:

"You bitch!" He got up and sent a punch flying to my stomach. I fell again and he took this as a chance to kick me. I was weak and vulnerable on the floor.

"Now let's have some fun!" He cackled and came closer.

Someone, please help me...

***

I cowered as a blurry Ryder towered over my crouched figure that was trapped against the wall. He held my arms above my head as he unzipped his jeans. I screamed and cried, thrashing everywhere. Drunk me is very defence-less. He must've gotten annoyed with my behaviour, since a fist came flying towards my temple. Everything went blurry, as I heard faint footsteps. A familiar voice was calling my name. My eyelids grew heavy and my head was pounding as I felt blood trickle down my forehead.

A little nap won't hurt...

The last thing I remember was Ryder getting thrown to the ground and two bright blue eyes calling my name, before I drifted off into the darkness.

😁😁😁

I was immediately hit with a bright light as I opened my eyes. My head was pounding as I shut them again. I tried to recall what happened, but could only remember so much. The details were hazy. The last thing was Brett kissing Ashley and someone pulling me away. My heart tugged at the memory. I don't know why he did that, he knew how much pain Ashley had caused me before, and about my hatred for her. We were actually getting close... as close as two rival gang leaders can get.

I tried once more to open my eyes. The light blinded my sight making everything hazy. I blinked and rubbed my eyes clearing my vision. I looked around at my surroundings to find myself in someone's room. The walls were painted a light grey with posters of bands like Imagine Dragons and Fall Out Boy. I touched my forehead and winced when I felt a bandage, probably covering some stitches. I turned my head to come face to face with someone's bare chest..... that I was resting on. My legs were intertwined awkwardly with his. My attire was a dark blue shirt and some boxer shorts on. I was panicking as I looked up. When I saw his face I screamed and kicked him in the balls which caused him to wake up and fall off the bed.

"Fuck, Kanya! What was that for!" He groaned in pain. I took a deep breath, calming myself.

"How the fuck did I get into this bed with you Carter!" I yelled.

"Well..." he trailed off and nervously rubbed the back of his neck.

Flashback

Carter's POV

I laughed at Grace's joke as we sat at the bar.

"So, how long have you known Kanya?" I asked her. Her eyes beamed in happiness at the mentioning of her name.

"Well, I met her in my freshmen year of highschool. It's a funny story really about how we met. I was only 15 and some dick was trying to rape me at this party. She came just in time and punched him in the face, breaking his nose. We ended up beating him up together and immediately clicked. Kanya is amazing! She's one of the nicest people I know and I trust her with all my heart. She's like a sister to me." She grinned taking a sip of her cocktail. A small smile settled on my face. It's so nice to see Kanya settled in with a safe life and so many people who care about her. I just wish I could've been there...

I focused my attention back on Grace who was blabbing about her other friend Maeve, who is Brett's sister. Yes, I'm apart of Brett's gang. We are one of the best, but there is one person we need to take down.