Anything For Love (3 page)

I returned to the club to find everything back
in order. There was a new band onstage and they were obviously beginners at big
performances. I sat at the bar; the bartender had also been replaced for the
later hours. It was about three in the morning, but the crowd at the club had
grown even bigger.

“What can I get you, pretty lady?” The
bartender asked me with an Irish accent. I smiled, blushing. He flashed a smile
back at me.

“A Jack and Coke please,” I replied. He walked
away to fill my order and I studied him as he did so. Short, spiky black hair,
bright blue eyes and he was very thin. He was also very attractive, in my eyes.

He brought me back my drink, and then went to
help someone else. After he finished that customer, he came back over to me.

“I don t believe we’ve met. I’m Darro,” he
introduced himself, offering his hand.

“Myka,” I replied, taking his hand.
Surprisingly, he kissed the top of my hand. I blushed, taking my hand back.

“You come here often?” Darro asked me as I
took a sip of my drink. I nodded.

“My friend Jais is in the band Nowhere to Go,”
I told him. “They played here earlier. I was here with his brother, Jett.”

“I know those two. Troublemakers, I hear.
There was a huge bar brawl here while that band was playing. Did you see that?”

“Actually, I caused it,” I answered. Darro
cocked his left eyebrow.

“You?” Again, I nodded.

“Don't I look it?” I asked him. He studied me.

“Not really. Although you do have some
bruises,” Darro replied. I saw his eyes move past me. “Oh. Hey.” I turned
around to find Jais.

“Myka? What the hell are you doing here?” Jais
asked me. He looked at Darro. “Excuse us.” Jais pulled me away from the bar.
Darro nodded at us as we left.

I saw that his nose looked fine and I breathed
a sigh of relief. At least I hadn’t broken Jais's nose. Still, I hoped he
wouldn’t hold it against me.

“What the hell happened to you?” Jett
exclaimed, the minute he saw me. I looked away. Jais had brought me to Jett's
house.          

Apparently Jett had given up on me and had
gone home. He appeared to be even more drunk than when I’d left him. Jais went
home, himself, after making sure Jett had taken me in.

I sat on Jett's sofa looking at my hands, not
wanting to tell Jett about Keegan. My eyes started to close; exhausted after
all I had been through that night. Jett grabbed my shoulders and I freaked out,
hitting him. He stumbled away from me, surprised. I looked at him, my wild,
wide-eyed expression meeting his.

“Jett. I - I’m sorry,” I stammered. Jett put
his hands up. He got to his feet and climbed his stairs up to his room. I was
left alone in the living room. What was I going to do?

I decided to flip the television on to see if
anything would catch my eye. Nothing did, so I just left it on one of the music
channels. Some rap song was on, so I wasn’t very intrigued, considering rap
just wasn’t my cup of coffee, or whatever. So I went over to Jett s computer
instead.

I checked my email and Facebook. Nothing.
Korbyn hadn’t even tried. I started to worry about Korbyn at home with Keegan.
Who won? Who lost? Had it gotten that far? I grew very worried at that point,
but there was a knock on the door that distracted my thoughts. Looking through
the peephole in Jett's door, I was surprised to find Korbyn outside. I unlocked
the door and stepped out on the porch.

“Korb!” I threw my arms around his neck, but
he didn’t return my hug. He stood rigid and was glaring at me when I stepped
back.

“What are you doing here?” Korbyn asked me.

“Jais brought me here after he found me back
at the club. But Jett won’t talk to me. I - ” I was cut off when the back of
his hand connected with my cheek. My hand went to my face as I looked at him.

“You ran. You ran because you lied, Myka,” Korbyn
said. I didn’t know what to say. “Kee says you seduced him.” I opened my mouth
to explain, but he hit me again. “You seduced him, Myka. You seduced him so he
wouldn’t tell me that you told him about the baby!” Korbyn grabbed my arm and
dragged me to his car. I screamed for Jett, but he didn’t come to my rescue. I
figured he wouldn’t. He was really upset that I had hit him. If only Jett would
have let me explain.

When we got back to our house, Korbyn threw me
into Keegan.

“If you want a baby of your own, Kee, use
Myka. It’s only fair,” Korbyn told his brother. I looked at him wide-eyed and
open-mouthed. Apparently these brothers were far sicker and deranged than I
could have ever imagined! Keegan smirked.

“Thanks, bro. That means a lot,” Keegan
replied, pushing me to the couch. Korbyn stood by, watching.

Keegan lifted my skirt up and decided to
remove my panties and fishnets this time. I kicked him a few times, but Korbyn
ended up helping Keegan by holding me down. There was nothing I could do with
two full-grown men holding me down. So I stopped fighting.

Keegan pushed himself inside me so fast that I
thought he was going to tear me apart. I screamed, but he swallowed my screams
in a kiss. Korbyn continued to watch as his brother forced himself into me. I
was shocked that Korb didn’t help me - wouldn’t help me. I loved this man and
this is what I got. I started to cry.

I think the most shocking part, was the fact
that even Korbyn seemed to be getting off on this. Korb watched his brother
bite and suck on my neck, as Kee slid in and out of me.

“Korbyn,” I whispered through my tears. He
looked down at me with lust in his eyes. I closed my eyes, wishing to
disappear. I heard a zipper go down and the sound of skin rubbing skin.

Keegan continued to invade me. I started
crying even harder. At that moment, Korbyn forced himself into my mouth.

“Bite me and I'll leave Keegan to kill you,”
Korbyn told me straight up. I sobbed, leaving my mouth slack enough for him to
do as he needed. Keegan seemed to enjoy this and he got rougher. I felt him
tighten around me and then grow rigid. I knew what was happening then and cried
even harder.

I will have my baby, Myka,” Keegan breathed. I
felt Korbyn harden in my mouth and I knew he was close. I sobbed. I couldn’t
believe this was happening to me.

Just then, the front door crashed open. Keegan
flew off of me, but Korbyn continued until he was done. As soon as he moved, I
spit his stuff right in his face. I couldn’t see who came in, because Korbyn
was back over me, strangling me. I was fighting with my feet to get him off of
me. I didn’t have to fight long. Someone dragged Korbyn off of me and threw him
onto the sofa. As that person fought Korb, I felt someone else grab me and help
me to my feet. Everything was moving so fast. I kept my eyes closed and tried
to fight off whoever had me. I was afraid it was Keegan.

“Myka, stop it!” A male voice hissed in my
ear. I knew it wasn’t Keegan's. I looked up and found Jais looking down at me.
His eyes were wild. I grew scared. “We’re leaving.”

“She’s having my baby! You’re not taking her
anywhere!” Keegan cried, charging Jais. I was shoved out of the way by Jais,
falling to the floor. My broken wrist broke my fall, once again. I cried out in
pain and I saw Jett swirl around from his place over Korbyn to look at me.
Korbyn sideswiped him, catching him off guard. Jett fell off of Korb and Korbyn
pounced immediately. I watched as both fights unfolded, turning more brutal by
the minute.

Suddenly I was grabbed again, this time by
Keegan. He pulled me out the door, but Jais tackled him back down, freeing me.
Jais kicked him back inside and rushed me to his car. Jett came out a moment
later.

“Let’s get out of here, Jett said, climbing
into the car. I saw Korbyn standing at the door, glaring at us as we drove
away.

I cried silently on the way to Jett’s house.
Telling Jett what happened was the hardest I would ever have to do. Or so I
thought.

I awoke with pain throughout my whole body.
For a moment, I had no idea where I was. I looked around the room, growing
scared, but then I realized I was in Jett's living room. I tried to sit up, but
my body failed me. I looked down at myself and found myself in a pair of Jett's
sweat pants and one of his tee shirts. I shook my head, trying to clear the fog
there. I couldn’t remember what happened last night. All of a sudden it hit me.

“Oh my god...” I started sobbing
uncontrollably, grabbing my stomach. Despite the weakness in my whole body, I
ran to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet to vomit. I sat in front of
the toilet, sobs shaking my whole body.

I was raped last night. Keegan raped me and
Korbyn let him, while he raped my mouth. I threw up again. Then, there was a
soft knock on the door.

“Myka?” I heard Jett's voice call me softly. I
sobbed, puking again. He opened the door and knelt down behind me. I allowed
Jett to take me into his arms and hold me while I cried. When I puked, he held
my hair back for me.

I was finally able to pull myself together and
allowed Jett to lead me back into the living room. He sat me on the couch, and
then went to get me some hot tea. I sat on the couch silently, looking at my
hands as I tried to piece last night together. Too much had happened way too
fast.

“Here,” Jett said softly, handing me a cup of
tea. I blew on it before taking a sip. I burned my tongue and shook my head. He
smiled out of the right side of his mouth. “It’s hot, sweetie.” I tried to
smile back, but I just couldn’t. Jett stroked my hair gently, pulling me to
him. He pressed his lips to my temple firmly. “You’re safe now, Myka. I
promise.” I looked up at him.

“Not if I end up pregnant,” I spat. “I don't
want to have Keegan's baby, Jett! I’m only 20!” I started to sob again and Jett
just held me.

“I saved the clothes from last night, My. I
can take you to the hospital if you want. We can get a rape kit done. We can
take care of all that. Plus, we could see what else they could do,” Jett told
me. I shook my head.

“No, Jett. I don't want that.”

“I will stand by you no matter what, Myka. I
hope you know that,” Jett said. “Neither of them will ever hurt you again.
Whether or not we go to the police. Got it?”

I shivered. I stared at my cup of tea for a
moment.

“Myka?” I looked up at Jett. “What do you want
to do?” I looked back down.

“I don't know, Jett. I just don t know,” I
told him.

“I’ll let you think about it,” Jett said. “Do
you want to talk about what happened?” I shook my head.

“You pretty much know what happened. Only it
happened twice last night. Plus a lot of other abuse,” I explained. I couldn’t
look at him after that and I moved away from him. Jett sighed and got up,
leaving me alone in the living room, while he went upstairs.

“Should I go to the cops?” I asked myself out
loud. I rolled everything that happened the night before over in my mind.
Keegan and Korbyn both beat the shit out of me. Hell, they raped me. I wasn’t
sure what I would do.

I awoke once again, this time to knocking on Jett
s front door. Jett answered the door to find a couple of cops standing on his
front porch. I sat up quickly.

“Are you Jett Adkins?” One officer asked Jett.
Jett nodded. “You’re going to have to come with us for questioning in the
assault of Korbyn Combs.” I rushed over to the door.

“He was just protecting me, Officer,” I jumped
in. Both of the officers looked at me.

“Why's that?” The second officer asked me. I
sighed and looked at Jett.

“Go get my bag of clothes, Darling. I guess
I’m going to the cops after all,” I told him softly. The police officers looked
at each other. “I need a rape kit done, I guess.”

The cops escorted us to their car and took us
to the local hospital. I sat in the back seat with Jett, nervous as could be.
The twins would kill me for sure for this.

“Tell us what exactly happened last night,” a
detective at the police station told me. His name was Detective Royce and his
partner was Detective Bensley.

Detective Royce was older, maybe mid- to late-thirties,
but he was a good-looking man. He had brown hair with a high hairline and stark
blue eyes; tall, about 6’ 2” and a nice build.

His partner Detective Bensley was a very
attractive woman and she had a softness in her brown eyes that was really
comforting. Her reddish-blond hair was short and spiky. She was taller than me,
maybe 5’ 8” and had a medium build. I had already been to the hospital and had
a rape kit done.

“My ex-fiancé came to a bar looking for me. My
boyfriend wouldn’t let him take me home. They got into a big fistfight over me.
My boyfriend's brother hid me and both he and my boyfriend helped me escape
from Korbyn,” I started.

“Now, Korbyn Combs is your ex-fiancé?”
Detective Royce asked me. I nodded. “And Jett Adkins is your boyfriend?”

“Yes and Jais is Jett's brother. Keegan is
Korbyn's brother,” I said. Detective Bensley was writing down some notes. I
sighed.

“What bar was this?” Detective Royce continued
with the questions. I chewed on my bottom lip. “Myka?” I rolled my eyes, sighing.

“It’s an underground club. Bloody Mary's is
the main name. It’s also known as The Biter,” I finally answered. The
detectives looked at each other again. “It’s a blood bar, a concert venue, an
old brothel. Drug busts went down there over the last few years.” Both of their
eyes came back to me. “I don't do drugs. I’ve never been there during the drug
raids.”

“Were you drinking last night?” Detective
Royce questioned. I looked at him hard.

“Maybe.”

“Were you?” He drilled me.

“I had a Jack and Coke before Korbyn came and
I started one before Jais came back for me,” I finally answered him truthfully.

“And you're twenty?” Detective Bensley asked
me.

“Yes.”

“They serve to underage kids now, too?” Royce
questioned.

“As far as I know, it’s just me. I'm a good friend
with the owner and everyone knows me. Jais's band plays there a lot. I’m there
all the time. What's that got to do with my rape?” I was getting angry.

“We just want to know if you were
incapacitated at all last night,” Bensley answered me.

“What's that matter? I was raped! I know what
rape is! It’s not the first time it’s happened to me!” I sobbed hard.

“What do you mean?” Royce wanted more
information.

“I grew up with an abusive family and I don't
associate with them anymore,” I whispered. Royce's eyes met mine and I knew he
wanted to hear even more. “My stepbrother raped me when I was five. He molested
me and raped me several more times from then until I moved out after high
school. He got me pregnant, but I had a miscarriage because my stepfather beat
the living shit out of me.”

“Where was your mother?” Bensley asked me.

“She died when I was 10. I never told her
about it. After I moved out, I was raped by a couple of guys I dated and by a
guy who needed someone other than his wife.”

“Had you ever had a rape kit done for those
cases?” Detective Bensley asked. I shook my head.

“I never turned those in,” I told her.

“But you had one done tonight?” She wanted to
make sure. I nodded, not taking my eyes away from Detective Royce's. “Can you
tell us about the rape?”

“Keegan tried to rape me after I had first
gone home. He slapped me around a bit, and then Korbyn came home. Korb and Kee
got into a fistfight over me. I ran back to the bar. Jais found me and took me
over to Jett's. Korbyn came and got me from there and forced me to go back
home. When I got there, he told me that Keegan was going to, well, impregnate
me. Keegan raped me while Korbyn watched. Korbyn seemed to enjoy it so much
that he fucked my mouth. Jett and Jais came and saved me, beating the shit out
of them and then took me back to Jett's. Okay?” I was overwhelmed with telling
my story and got nasty about it. I started to cry again then. The detectives
looked at each other before Detective Royce s piercing blue eyes met mine. His
eyes burned right into my soul and that scared me.

“You were raped by your ex-fiancé s brother?”
He asked me, to make sure he had the story straight. “And your ex-fiancé let
him do this?” I sighed hard and rolled my eyes.

“You guys don't believe me,” I groaned,
placing my head in my hands.

“We believe you, Myka. But can you tell us why
Korbyn would let this happen?” Detective Bensley jumped in.

“I told Keegan that his girlfriend was
carrying Korbyn's baby, I said softly.

“Korbyn said in his report that you are still his
fiancé,” Detective Royce told me.

“That's what he thinks,” I started. “But I
broke the engagement off almost four months ago. Korbyn won’t let me leave.” I
was sobbing at this point. “Every time I try, this happens. I get beat up. Jett
gets beat up. Hell, Korbyn is the one who broke my wrist. All because I told
Jett about Korbyn getting Keegan's girlfriend pregnant.” Detective Royce looked
at me, his hard glare softening. “What did I do to deserve this?”

“You didn’t do anything, Myka,” Detective
Bensley told me, grabbing my good hand. “We got DNA samples from both Korbyn
and Keegan. When the rape kit comes back and tells us that the samples match,
we will lock them up.” I looked at both detectives, not sure what to think. “We
already know that you were raped. You’re not lying about that.” I laughed
harshly.

“Would anyone lie about that? Do you realize
how hard this is? I wasn’t even going to come forward about it, but two cops
came to Jett's door, ready to arrest him for assault. So I decided that I should
come forward, “I said, obviously frustrated. The detectives looked at each
other again. “Can I go? Can Jett take me home?” Detective Royce nodded.

“We’ll be in touch, Myka. If anything happens
before then, give me a call and I’ll be right there,” Detective Royce told me,
handing me a card. I looked at it briefly to find his name and number, before
putting it in my pocket. He opened the door for me and I walked out. Jett came
over, taking me into his arms, kissing my forehead.

“Take me to your place,” I said. He nodded and
we left.