Ryan's Love (19 page)

When I
responded only with tears, she was about to say more when she was
stopped by Charlie
’
s right fist to her
nose. Then Charlie punched her in the mouth. Blood squirted out
from every hole in her face. I should be happy that someone shut
her up, but I wasn
’
t.

“
Shut
up. Didn
’
t I tell you before to get out of here. If you
do
n
’
t get your hoe ass up
now and get out of here, I
’
m going to pound your
stupid face in; and this time I won
’
t
stop,
”
Charlie spat out at her.

Rachel jumped up clutching her nose
and mouth; trying to stop the blood, as she ran out of the room and
out of the house.

Everyone was now looking at me, and they all looked sad.
They had so much pity pouring from them that I
couldn
’
t take it. I stumbled as I got up off the floor. They
all reached out to me to offer a hand.

“
No,
I
’
m fine. I
’
m just going to get
in the shower again,
”
I said going over to the dresser and grabbing
some underwear and a sweatsuit.

“
What
are you doing? You have to get your dress on,
”
someone
said.

I
don
’
t know or care who said it at this point. I
didn
’
t even look to see who it was talking. I just walked
into the bathroom and shut the door behind me. I sunk down onto the
floor and started crying louder then I ever had
before.

After a few minutes there was a soft
knocking on the door.

Knock Knock

When I
didn
’
t answer, whoever it was knocked
again.

Knock Knock Knock

I guess I should answer because it
seems like they are never going to leave until I do.

“
Yes,
”
I barely get out.

“
Its
me, Patrick. Are you ok,
”
he asks?

“
Why yes.
I
’
m perfectly fine. I
’
m sprawled out of
this bathroom floor when I should be getting married to the man of
my dreams. Why wouldn
’
t I be
ok,
”
I
cried sarcastically.

I know
it wasn
’
t his fault that I
’
m feeling like this,
and I shouldn
’
t be getting upset
with him. But I didn
’
t know how else to
react. My life changed for the worst in all of two seconds. I
didn
’
t know what I was going to do now.

“
Is
there anything that I could do,
”
he asked?

I
wanted to yell that he could go kick his stupid brother in his
daddy pills a few times. Maybe that would make me feel better; but
I didn
’
t.

“
Actually there is,
”
I say.

“
What? Anything you need, I will do.
”

“
Ok.
Let me see the rest of the video,
”
I say.

I hear him let out a deep sigh and
then there was some bumping around.

“
I
don
’
t think that would be a good idea,
”
he
replied.

“
Well, then there is nothing else to say. The only thing
that will help is me seeing the rest of the
video.
”

He
didn
’
t answer, so I took that as him not wanting to give it
to me. So I closed my eyes and put my head back on the wall. I had
to get myself together before I got up and got in the shower. I
know that I was just in the shower but for some reason I felt so
dirty all over again.

“
I
’
m sitting the phone down on the floor right here and
leaving,
”
Patrick said thru the door. Then I heard walking and
another door closing.

I slowly opened the bathroom door
and grabbed the phone off of the floor. Quickly shutting the
bathroom door and locking it again. I took a few deep breaths
before I could bring myself to look at the video.

I swipe the screen of the phone and
the video pops up again. I reluctantly pressed play and it picked
up right were it left off.

Ryan
was slamming his hard dick into her. He was screaming yes. She was
screaming yes. Then I saw exactly why Patrick
didn
’
t want me to see the rest of the video. There he was
standing in front of her face stroking his hardness right in her
face. When she saw him she licked her lips and he grabbed a handful
of her hair and jammed his dick all the why to the back of her
throat. She gagged a bit and tried to pull her head back but
couldn
’
t because his hand held her head firmly on his
dick.

“
You
can
’
t breath can you bitch. You
’
ve been wanting
this hard dick in your mouth for a long time, so take
it,
”
he said as he slammed her head down onto his dick a few
more times before pulling her off of him.

She gasped for breath, but was
smiling as she looked up at him.

“
I
told you she liked it rough,
”
Ryan said laughing as he continued to
pound her sex.

He then began to rub his thumb over
her pink star, causing her to moan some more.

“
Do
you want a dick in that hole too,
”
Ryan said as his thumb disappeared
into her star.

He quickly removed his thumb adding
two fingers instead; slowly moving them in and out of her quivering
hole.

I
can
’
t believe he is doing this to her. It was disgusting;
but I still couldn
’
t bring myself to
stop watching.

“
Yes,
”
she screamed.

“
Yes, what,
”
he said smacking her ass.

She
jumped a bit and said,
“
I want a hard dick in
every hole.
”

When she said that there was a flash
of action. Ryan laid back onto the bed, bringing her with him. He
scooted to the edge of the bed and positioned her over top of him;
slamming her down onto his dick. As she began to slowly move up and
down on him, Patrick began to nudge at her star. She wiggled her
bottom as he teased her hole with his hardness. He grabbed her hair
and jerked her head back.

“
Be
still bitch,
”
he said in her ear as he rammed his dick all the way
into her asshole.

She
screamed out, but was quickly shut up by her bouncing up and down
on Ryan and Patrick
’
s
dicks
’
. In a quick second another dick was being stroked in
front of her. Of course.

Killian was now standing in her face
stroking his very hard dick in front of her. Waiting for her to
take him in her mouth. She must have been taking too long because
he grabbed her head and began slamming himself into her mouth;
harder with each thrust. Then there was a few minutes of all of
them grunting and moaning as they all had their way with this
woman. This filthy disgusting woman. Who apparently knew exactly
what these brothers liked. Just them the camera moved. Wait. Who
was holding the camera? Then I hear a voice that I never thought I
would hear.

“
You
guys have had enough fun. I need to get a turn
now,
”
my brother said; as Rachel was yanked up from the position
she was in, like a rag doll; and she was bent over in front of
Ryan
’
s dick, with her bottom in the air. He grabbed her
head and began fucking her face like a monster. My brother
positioned himself behind her and started ramming himself into her
used up asshole. I couldn
’
t watch anymore of
it. As they all were either fucking her or jerking off over her.
Trying to release themselves on her back.

I
dropped the phone down on the floor and began vomiting into the
toilet. With each heave I could hear a moan, a scream, or a grunt
as someone had their release. I vomited and heaved until I had
nothing left in me. I finally was able to pick myself up off the
floor and trudge into the shower and turn it on. The water was
steaming hot, but I didn
’
t care. I had to get
the sick and filth off of myself. So I braced myself on the back of
the shower and let the hot water beat down on me. It did until the
water ran cold and I reluctantly got out of the shower. Stepping in
front of the mirror, I could see my face looked like hell. My eyes
were swollen and red from me crying. The skin on my face
didn
’
t look the same. It wasn
’
t nice and glowing
like it usually was. My hair was a mess. I didn
’
t care. I
brushed my teeth and I started getting dressed by drying my whole
body off the best I could. I lotion up my body, then put on my
underwear, then my t-shirt, then my sweat pants. I left my zip up
sweatshirt to put on after I was finished with everything else.
Then I carefully brushed and combed my hair, putting it up into a
nice high bun. With a few little braids wrapping around up into the
bun. I left dozens of pieces of hair curl down around my face and
neck. I cry as I thought about how this was supposed to be my
wedding hair. After quickly wiping my face and locking my emotions
up, I carefully but lightly applied a little bit of make-up on my
face. Mainly it was eyeliner, mascara, and my favorite light pink
lipgloss. When I was finally finished, I stepped back and looked at
myself in the mirror. I looked pretty good. All except for the sad
look in my eyes.

Knowing there was nothing I could do in here to change
that, I leave the bathroom and grab a wheeled suitcase from the
closet; and I began fulling it with as much of my things I could. I
only took the more practical things. Like t- shirts, jeans, sweats,
socks underwear; and anything else like that. When I was satisfied
that I had enough, I zipped it up and dragged it off of the bed and
onto the floor. Popping the handle up and sliding my feet into my
flip-flops, I threw on my zip-up hoodie and stilled myself as I
walked out the bedroom door. I was trying to ready myself. I knew
that someone was going to try to stop me from leaving; I just
didn
’
t know who.

As I wheel was suitcase down the
hallway and closer to the living room, I could hear people arguing
with each other; A lot of people.

“
What
happened last night,
”
I could hear Mrs. Callahan
yelling.

I
could hear plenty of mumbling but no one answered. I knew why. They
didn
’
t want to tell her what pigs they all
are.

“
Please tell me please. She has been in that bathroom for
more than an hour. I know she is hurting and I want to help her.
Please guys tell me what
’
s going
on,
”
she begged.

But still no one answered. I hated
to hear her like this so I sped up my step and quickly made my way
into the living room and over to her. Everyone gasped and stared me
down as I hugged her. She began to cry into my arms.

“
Please Mom, stop crying; or I
’
m going to start
crying too,
”
she say trying to keep my tears at bay.

She stepped back and looked down at
my suitcase them back up at me.

“
You
’
re leaving. But I thought you were marrying Ryan
today,
”
she said.

I
could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew I was leaving; but
she was hoping I wouldn
’
t.

I could feel the air being sucked
out of the room as everyone waited for me to answer her.

“
I
can
’
t
stay,
”
I
said.