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trashmouth-richie · 6 months

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𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: escaping Hawkins was impossible, but he did it. when a ghost from your past shows up unexpectedly, bringing with him old memories and holding up a mirror to the train wreck life you’re living… you find it hard to trust him again.

𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ no minors, depictions of poverty, child neglect/ endangerment, drug use/abuse, alcohol use/abuse, endangerment, 18+ sex working, 18+stripping, violence, smut. no use of y/n reader has a name that’s introduced in the first chapter, and another “nickname” that is lightly used throughout this series. eddie also has a nickname given by reader.

𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: this series switches pov’s between reader and eddie, thank you to @succubusmunson @joejoequinnquinn @choke-me-eddie @sweetsweetjellybean for helping me read through the first chapter, helped me brainstorm etc i love you

there are two easter eggs in this let me know if you catch em! like pokémon only not

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: here i come, but i ain’t the same

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Stupid fucking bitch.

One dial tone waned into another, a monotonous wave taunting you from the end of the receiver. Your fingers tap impatiently against the counter. How long could a phone actually ring before it stopped or someone finally answered?

Too damn long apparently.

Giving up and counting your losses, you slam the receiver back on the wall, muttering more choice words as you skirt your hips behind the wooden bar, thumbing through the blue lined notebook schedule.

Work was packed. More-so than any other Friday night, but since it was the beginning of graduation weekend for Hawkins High— every Sam, Dick, and Harry had wandered into the bar looking for a cheap escape and a sugary drink.

Lucky for them, that was exactly what Queen of Hearts had on the menu. And if you talked to the right person, the luck didn’t stop there.

“No answer?” Jolene called over her shoulder, hands full with a bottle of Jack Daniels.

Scribbling an angry dark mark through the name Ginger on the schedule, you toss the notebook back into the drawer shutting it with your hip.

“Just rang and rang,” you say, annoyingly jumping in to help her finish pouring three Jack & Cokes. The soda fizzes under your thumb, “and before you try to cover for her, this is the fourth time she’s done this.”

She lets out an exaggerated sigh, taking the cans from you and tossing them into the trash.

“Really thought this one would work out,” her long legs cross behind you to slot the liquor bottle back in its designated spot, “she had kids.. poor thing needed the cash.”

The familiar ache of neglect radiated through you, “I found a babysitter for the nights she was working, told her I’d help pay… that asshole she keeps around probably found out she was working here.”

Jolene raises her eyebrows. Her slender fingers hold the three drinks with ease, setting them on a tray.

“Can’t believe Jackie skipped town with that rich salesman,” she sighs heavily, leaning an elbow on the sticky bar, “lucky girl, something like that would never happen to me.”

Jealousy pings in your chest but you shake it off, “he was really dreamy huh? Those beauty marks? His hair? His ass?” You wolf whistle, “cut me a slice.”

You weren’t jealous that Jackie was now probably driving a BMW, that her life would be nothing but luxurious from here on out, or even that her boyfriend was movie star hot.

What made your blood boil over was the fact that she got out, and you were still stuck here like hardened gum underneath a table.

The club was a part of you. Like an unwanted birthmark, this lifestyle was something you couldn’t get away from. Understanding at a young age, when most girls were playing with dolls, just exactly the kind of life you were destined to live, and unfortunately it wasn’t outside of these four walls.

“Your time will come,” Jolene smiled, looking into a compact and wiping a smudge of lipstick from her teeth, “you’re still young, Miss Assistant.”

You rolled your eyes, placing the tray on her awaiting palm. Since Jackie was gone, her job was now yours. Tacking on added responsibilities with no pay raise in sight. You found out all too soon what a fucking joke that title of ‘assistant’ actually was.

“Told him I didn’t want it, but you know how that went.”

“I do kid,” she sighs, looking down at you, her eyes sweeping over the still pink scar in your eyebrow, “I really… oh honey, you’re gonna be a busy little bee tonight!”

You breathe heavily through your nose, dragging your hands down your face, “don’t remind me.”

“I’ll help out wherever, ‘kay?”

Jolene had taken you under her wing when you first walked into Queen of Hearts. Freshly eighteen almost down to the hour, naive waters brimming your eyes, forced into this life.

Her motherly ways comforted everyone, only thirty-three but in this industry that was practically ninety. Just like you, Jolene had deep roots in this place.

Her tall frame slinks over to the waiting guys sitting at the stage, a pleasant smile on her lips. Twirling the ends of her black hair twisted into schoolgirl pigtails, laying the charm on thick.

Staring over at her in a forlorn gaze, you hated to think of yourself still here ten years from now, a permanent fixture to this place, like Jolene. The lemons of life were squeezed and you had made the lemonade, but it was sour, bitter.. you longed for something sweeter.

The bubbly fantasy is popped when Mickey Fritz’ oversized hand hits the counter like he’s a toddler in a highchair.

“Hey sugar tits, I’m empty o’er here!”

Your nightmare reality comes back into view.

The walls at Queen of Hearts were draped in deep shades of red velour, a cozy ambiance to invite strangers and locals alike. The bar was backlit and stocked with a decent selection of polished bottles of whiskey, gin and bourbon.

His boots clapped along the wood floor as the pair walked further inside, leaving a plume of smoke in their wake, catching on the neon lights and creating a smoked crimson haze across the dark club.

The raised stage was centered, creating an aisle on either side of it, clad with leather backed red chairs surrounding it at every angle. For a night club in the middle of Indiana, it wasn’t half bad compared to the places he was used to out East.

A row of booths were tucked onto the left side of the club, high top tables stood crowded with drunk college students, yelling loudly and making asses of themselves to impress the working girls.

The music blaring over the speakers was a little cliche and too “pop” for his liking—fuck, had he really turned into one of those guys, questioning what a strip club was playing for music?

He rolls his eyes at his own false pretentiousness, turning it into a wink at a cocktail waitress carrying a tray full of plastic flutes filled with a gut rot of pink liqueur. The gold thong she was wearing sat high on her hips, matching the cheap glittery cowboy hat on her blonde curls.

Dark eyes follow her long legs to a nearby table, a fist to his mouth as he whistles and licks his chomps.

“Damn! Can you believe this used to be the Hideout?” Jeff squawked, not so casually adjusting himself as they slid into an open booth, “that was Gareth Emerson’s twin sister, she really grew up huh, remember him?”

He didn’t.

Much like anyone else Jeff had tried to bring up since he had agreed to meet up for a drink on the occasion that they were both home, he hadn’t given high school a second thought since the night he left.

“Nah, man,” he said, grabbing for the sticky menu on the black table top, “I don’t.”

It had been years since he had seen Jeff, and he was surprised that he had recognized him at the gas station last night when he was filling up his motorcycle.

His own appearance hadn’t changed much, dressed a little better, wore cologne now, normal shit that came along with getting out of puberty.

Back then Jeff still had braces, a small lisp when he got really drunk. Now, he was a grown man. Living in Phoenix with a big important job at some company, home for the weekend to visit his parents, and watch his youngest brother graduate.

There would be no visiting family or old friends for him on this trip back to Hawkins. The thought of running into anyone he knew and having that painfully awkward small talk about the ‘good old days as a Tiger!’ made him cringe, as if that ever were the case for him.

Having left this shit hole in the middle of the night seven years ago, he took nothing with him but some saved cash, his guitar, a full tank of gas and the clothes on his back.

The heavy ache in his chest, brim filled with remorse, was an added carry on, something that didn’t go away with the miles he had put between him and Hawkins.

He had planned to keep this town in the rearview, but life, probably karma, had other plans.

Back in Hawkins strictly on “business,” that's what he told Jeff when the smiley old friend grabbed him into a bear hug in the checkout line, crushing the chips he was carrying to a powder in its aluminum bag.

Technically, it was family business. But he hadn’t mentioned that to Jeff. He didn’t want the questions, didn’t want the pity.

He barely even knew his uncle that well anyway, but being the only living relative of the deceased, he didn’t have a choice when the call came through that he had passed.

A week. That was the timeframe he told his job that he’d be gone for. Leaving just enough time to plan the funeral, and sell the trailer.

Coming home to the haunting shadows of Hawkins was like playing in a graveyard filled with demons of his past. Sorrow filled every dark corner, looming around him like a fog, making him unable to forget the damage left behind.

For years it had worked out fine, he had moved on. But every now and then, he had to push his inner demons down, and still to this day, years after the fact, they kept trying to crawl back up. The shame of his past coming to the forefront.

The music changes to another upbeat song that was popular on the radio, Jeff nods along to the beat, strumming his fingers against his belly like he was playing the guitar.

He looked over at his old highschool friend and smiled for the first time since being back here, “still play?”

Jeff stretched a wide grin across his face, chuckling a little too loud, “only in my dreams… working seventy-hour weeks doesn’t really allow me to have that kinda freedom.” He nodded and smiled a little at the waitress who was coming to take their drink orders, “so what have you been up to man? It’s been years!”

He knew all too well about not having free time to spend the way he had wanted to. He didn’t even own a guitar anymore. The last time he saw his Warlock, it was sitting in a pawn shop in Nashville— the last of his many possessions sold to make ends meet.

Ordering a beer, he counts his budget for this trip in his head, deciding to buy Jeff’s drink too. Maybe being back wouldn’t be so bad after a drink or two, a little liquid courage to get him through the night at least.

The pleather seat creaks beneath his weight when he leans back further into the booth, stretching his arms out wide. Trying to gain a sliver of comfort since being home.

Working the pole to Ginger’s song of choice, Once Bitten, Twice Shy, you found it hard to get into music you could care less about. But you didn’t have time to complain.

Legs crossed and spinning upside down, bare besides a face full of makeup and a red thong, you pretended that you were anywhere else but there.

How nice it would be to not have to crawl across dirty dollar bills, teasing a faceless man with your body so that he would be eager enough to slip a twenty into your g-string.

Collecting your tips from your set, you tap them against your vanity in the dressing room, counting out loud your mind already knowing how much money will be put away after bills are paid.

The long jagged crack in your mirror served as the only looking glass you liked to look in. The warped shapes of your face looking back at you made it easier to swallow the life you were living, as if it were a fever dream, a disturbed Alice in Wonderland type reality.

In the mirror you weren’t a dancer at Queen of Hearts. You could be a nurse, a librarian, a cook in a shitty home town restaurant who went home smelling like grease instead of men’s cologne and wearing suspicious stains.

It could be easy, simple really. Bus tickets weren’t terribly expensive. Going to any city, a map in your hand and the saved coffee can of cash tucked into your purse. You could almost imagine the taste of the ocean. The thought of even stepping outside of Indiana was enough to power you for the rest of the night.

As easily as the daydream came it fluttered away when the boss stepped into the dressing room.

His eyes loomed in a dead stare, sweat pooling on his temples. The ice in his glass shifted as it melted into the whiskey. A Colombian cigar tucked into his fat mouth had an inch long ash waiting to fall.

He wasn’t much taller than you, barely older, but his attitude and small dick made him seem eight feet tall.

“The hell are you doing in here? Fucking Christ woman, the girls are drowning out there, those needle dick college fucks are about to swing fists and you’re in here staring at yourself?”

“Just takin’ a little break Tommy, I gotta change.”

“I don’t need any lip from you, better watch it before I match that other scar y’ hear me?”

His threats didn’t scare you, it was who he answered to that made you terrified. A bad report to the big boss and you’d be drinking your meals through a straw. You knew because it’s already happened. Turns out you don’t need your mouth to swing around a pole.

“Loud and clear.”

This type of life was the only one you had ever known. You quite literally grew up with this environment right under your nose, and everyone at the club knew it.

The romance novels you kept in your purse were full of knights in shining armor type of men, another fallacy to your looking glass.

The thought of anything else was only real in your daydreams. Escaping the festering wound of Hawkins was impossible, almost unheard of. No one with your background got out.

But he did.

Shoulder to shoulder, squeezing in sideways with grimy singles fisted in their hands, the club was stuffed to the hilt with sweaty, drunk, and extremely horny men.

“… here!” you slam two more drinks onto the heaping tray and shove it into Wendy’s hands, “take this to those asshats and tell them we are out of triple sec, no more Long Island Ice Teas, if they want a drink they can order beer like everyone else.”

Wendy swung her hips with the Long Islands in tow over to soften the hearts of the college boys. Batting her lashes, sitting topless on their laps and letting them tell her stories of the parties they went to, the classes they skipped and the girls they fucked. Anything to keep them from hollering and starting a fight with the locals.

Lisa Ann was working over the business men from out of town, their briefcases shining with a matte patent leather, expensive watches adorning their wrists. Her pretty Marilyn Monroe smile on display as she brought over their drinks, tussling their hair between her pink fingernails, putty at her fingertips.

Between the rest of you rotating between pouring drinks, collecting payments and trying to wiggle past the grabby hands of Donny, the roar of the busy hour had started to lull.

All of you were tired and crabby, legs cramping and toes pinched in uncomfortable shoes. Jolene wiped her brow and blew out a deep breath.

“Take fifteen,” you said to her, “I got it from here.”

She shot you a wink and disappeared into the dressing room.

Peeling the soles of your boots from the floor you lean your back against the shelf of liquor bottles. Working your hands on the base of your neck behind your head.

The usual crink that ached when you were stressed was flaring up again. Causing your shoulders to tense up and sending a pinched dull ache from your back up to your throbbing temples. Radiating your jaw, with a heat so fierce it could melt glass and it wasn’t even eleven o’ clock yet.

Your eyes are pressed closed in a tight squeeze, maybe you could shut the pain out by pretending it wasn’t there.

“Tiffs just about done in room D,” Veronica chirped, her bracelets jingling in a metallic tune, “the ‘doctor’ again,” she explains with air quotes chuckling to herself.

“He’s only here on nights she’s workin’” you say exhaustedly, “she’s his favorite.”

Being one of the few regulars that wasn’t married, he was somehow the slimiest worm in the dirt. Tall and slender framed with icy white hair, he seemed to stare down his nose at the girls, his voice an eerily calm when he asked for Tiff, handing over the crisp fifties to secure her for the allotted amount of time.

Beads click together as she stumbles in from the back, adjusting her lipstick and holding the ripped strap of her bra, followed behind her like clockwork was the doctor, tucking his oxford shirt into his slacks.

Your jaw felt like it was going to ignite, as if it were covered in tension rods and the gears were cranking it tighter and tighter, sweat beginning to form on your back, “can you hand me my purse?”

Rustling your bag from underneath the bar, Veronica hands over the canvas tote, her emerald eyes staring at you expectantly like a serpent watching its prey, “care to share those little party favors?”

Rolling your eyes, you move your hand through the contents inside. Pushing past a checkbook, lipsticks, and the papered corner of a tampon. Finally your fingers close around the smooth unlabeled bottle.

Two tablets land in your palm when you pop the cap, and you shake it begrudgingly to release another tablet from the bottle for Veronica.

She giggles and grabs two shot glasses, pouring bourbon into them both.

“Only one,” you instruct, a serious look in your eyes, “I’m not picking you up from the floor later.”

A coy little smile on her lips, she brings the shot glasses over, handing one to you, “you worry too much.”

Placing the pill in her free palm, you clink the glasses together in a little cheer.

“To us,” Veronica grins, “may our titties stay perky, our asses juicy, the boys pockets fat and our kitties not loosey.”

You roll your eyes and she laughs, her lips close around the glass the same as yours, and you swallow down the liquor, wincing at the taste.

Within fifteen minutes the temporary high coats your brain like a warm blanket, floating you to a place far away from shiny poles, 6 inch heels, and ass slaps, away from Hawkins.

Jeff listens intently as he explains a very bland and watered down version of how he left Hawkins and traveled east, working odd jobs.

Skipping the part about how he lied about his age to find work, and how he spent an entire month getting his ass kicked after dishwashing shifts at some swanky restaurant outside of Raleigh.

He explained the good stuff, how he worked part time at a tattoo shop for one of his buddies he met in Philly. His full time gig being a lead shift at a factory.

It wasn’t that impressive, he knew that, but he couldn’t make himself give a shit what anyone thought of him. For only being twenty-three, he was proud of having a paycheck every two weeks from a legit place.

The click of the waitresses shoes on the floor had Jeff looking up, thanking her for the drinks. She was dressed a little more conservative than the other waitresses had been, wearing a black mini skirt and a see-through red long sleeved top, showing off black sparkly stickers that covered her nipples.

But that wasn’t what had him taking a second look. At first glance he thought maybe it was just a note written in pen, a reminder of some sort on the top of her hand, lots of people wrote on their hands right? But when she set the drinks down, reaching past them and across the table to grab a napkin, sopping up spilled beer, he almost choked on air.

It wasn’t something written in pen, or a weird unlucky shaped birthmark. The marks on her hand were two small symbols, they had faded with time and were blown out a little on the edges.

Of course they were, because the identical marks on his hand were blurred the exact same way. Two little symbols, done on the hottest day in July. The smell of his childhood room stung his nose as he thought of that day.

A day when you were both only thirteen.

The regulars were bellied up to the bar holding an aluminum can toast to their long gone friend, hollering for you to play some David Allen Coe in a final goodbye.

Flicking through the jukebox to find “Never Even Called Me By My Name,” you were too busy to pay any attention to the toast of the deceased buddy.

Maybe if you had, you wouldn’t have been completely blindsided.

“Clovie?” A disgustingly sweet saccharine voice laced between bubble gum pink lips sang out from behind you, tapping you simultaneously on the shoulder, “be a dolly and run the drinks over to table 8, would ya?”

“Why c—”

Tiff was already gone, the door to the dressing room swinging shut in a shower of White Diamond perfume before you could even spin around and tell her where she could shove those aforementioned drinks.

Outside of collecting her own tips, and pleasuring the doctor, Tiff never lifted a finger to help.

Wiping your hands on the cleanest towel you could find, your muttering goes unheard as you cross back over to the bar and grab the cracked black plastic tray set with two large overflowing mugs of draft beer.

The ground was sticky under your boots, like walking in half dried paint, sometimes you wondered if Wendy actually served a full drink to anyone.

Balancing the heavy tray on your palm and shoulder, you pray that it won’t snap before you’re able to place the drinks down.

Table 8 was occupied by a guy you had seen before but couldn’t remember from where, and a long dark curly haired woman who was facing away from you.

The smile on your face was the fakest one you could make, hoping to maybe get a good tip before Tiff could notice and take her claim.

“Alrighty,” your customer service voice sang with a false sweet sincerity, “looks like we have two Busch Lights?”

The guy you had greeted smiled eagerly, moving his elbows from the table allowing room for the frosty mugs to be placed.

Your fingers work gingerly to set the ruby colored drink napkins down first. The beer was placed carefully, his greedy fingers grabbing the handle before you could barely remove your hand from it.

The second beer started to slide on the tray, and you over corrected causing it to land with a thud on the table, sloshing the pale ale all over the table—luckily not on the woman.

So much for a tip, huh?

Apologizing quickly, you lean across the table and reach for the paper napkins. Wiping up the mess hastily you toss the wet heap onto your tray.

Turning to the woman to offer her a look that’ll hopefully get you in her good graces— well enough that maybe her husband would reconsider tipping, “I’ll go fetch a rag and come back with another beer free of charge sweetheart,” you start to smile sheepishly, “I’m so s—”

The eyes you were met with were the deepest shade of brown, struck with astonishment, crowded by a grove of thick lashes, a look of dismay etched into them.

Blinking once, twice, you couldn’t register if you were truly seeing this or hallucinating.

You hadn’t seen those eyes in years, a flash of recognition drops on your face and the perky smile fades. Heart falling to the well of your stomach, punching the air from your lungs, heat rising to the surface of your cheeks.

In an instant, you’re brought back to many years before tonight. When those eyes were younger, full of teenage angst and rebellion.

Hell must’ve froze over, pigs were without a doubt flying overhead: Eddie Munson had returned to Hawkins.

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inlovewithmobtom · 6 years

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Tainted Love (Ver. 2) - Chapter 3

Pairing: Mob!Tom x OC Reader AU

Word Count: 3.1k

Trigger Warnings: Abuse, Sexual Assault, Rape, Drugs, Smut, Angst

A/N: For this chapter, if you are sensitive to the descriptions listed above, please skip to where it says “trigger warnings end here”

Credit to: @thwiparkers the lovely Rae who made me this wonderful moodboard that goes perfect with this version. Thank you Rae, love ya!

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- recap from last chapter -

‘When she walks inside she drops her stuff at the sight of him. He turns around with a sinister smile as he holds her cat Midnight. “J-Jared?” Selene quivers in fear as she sees him. “What’s the matter baby? Aren’t you glad to see me?” Jared asks with a devilish smirk as he stares Selene down.’

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Selene’s P.O.V.

“I-I’m just a little surprised is all. H-How’ve you been Jared?” Selene trembles in fear as she shuts the door but tries not to show it towards him. “I’ve been lousy since you haven’t been in my life baby. I’ve missed you so much babygirl.” Jared comes up to Selene then holds her close and tight to him. Selene tenses up in his hold and becomes nervous as she has him hold her. “Please come back to me baby. I need you so much.” Jared whispers in Selene’s ear and starts to kiss her neck gently then slowly starts biting her neck and marking her, which only makes her wince in grimace. “Baby please, I need you.” Jared whispers breathily as he starts to grope Selene.

“Jared please stop. Please stop.” Selene whimpers in pain and fear as Jared continues. Selene then pushes him off with all of her strength. Jared then tilts his head in confusion then smirks and kisses her forcefully as he holds her against him. Selene slowly starts to struggle in his hold and groan in frustration. “Get the fuck off me Jared!” Selene yells and throws him off her in anger. Jared then immediately becomes angry and grabs Selene then throws her hard against the wall, knocking the wind out of her and grabs her by the neck hard squeezing it. Selene wriggles in his hold and starts to choke as she starts gasping for air.

“You fucking bitch! After all I did was love you baby. I just wanted you to love me and you go and leave me like this?!” Jared exclaims in anger as he throws Selene hard against the floor, instantly knocking the wind out of her as she lies on the floor dizzily in pain trying to regain her breath. “P-Please Jared baby. Please don’t do this.” Selene whispers hoarsely as she moves backwards away from him in fear and dizziness.

Jared then grabs both her legs forcefully and brings her closer to him as he pries open her legs so he can fit between as gets on top of her and commences to go further. “You know you wanted this to happen babygirl. Just like the many times before. So I better hear you beg for it. Daddy wants to hear you beg for it.” Jared whispers as he pins down Selene and continues to grope her as she struggles beneath.

Selene starts to cry hard as she thinks back to the other times that were like this with him and how they would always end up her in pain the next morning and him being satisfied by what he got from her. “Babygirl I tried to do this the easy way but you left me with no choice.” Jared explained then takes out a syringe filled with rohypnol.

Selene then starts to scream out in horror and calls out for help and is soon then injected with it, leaving her defenseless against him. Jared then ripped her clothes open and stared down at her with such predatory eyes. As Selene was then drugged and rendered defenseless, Jared proceeded to go further and further with Selene until she eventually passed out. Jared even continued, much then to his prevail, when he had finished from what he had came for, he slowly got up and made his way to the fridge grabbing himself a beer rewarding himself only to turn around a man with a gun pointing at his face.

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Jamie’s P.O.V.

“Get the fuck off me Jared!” Jamie hears Selene yell out which causes both him and Wendy to be alerted. “Oh god. Jamie, you’re gonna need to go over there. Selene is in trouble.” Wendy whispers softly in concern as she hears Selene’s screams coming from next door. Suddenly the screams go silent. Jamie then goes into his stash of guns he has hidden at his apartment and grabs two, one for him with a silencer put on it and then hands his other gun to Wendy for protection.

“Listen for my knock on the wall. If I don’t knock on the wall or I’m not back, call the boys.” Jamie explains to Wendy then reassures her everything is gonna be fine and kisses her gently. Wendy nods quietly and Jamie leaves his apartment and goes to Selene’s next door. When he walks inside quietly, horror fills his eyes to the scene he sees in front of him— Selene passed out on the floor battered and bruised with her clothes ripped off. Jamie then sees the culprit in the kitchen going to grab a beer in the fridge, so he then cocks his gun and points it at him. The culprit then turns around right at the gun and his eyes widen immediately.

“I'm just gonna say, you made a fucking mistake coming here and hurting Selene, Jared.” Jamie implies as he then knocks him out cold. Jamie then takes Jared's beer cracking it open and downs it. Jamie picks up Jared and drags him over to the wall and knocks on it twice for Wendy as she then comes and to her horror sees Selene in the state she's in. Wendy then runs over to her and checks Selene’s pulse, noticing that it's very slow and her breathing is very shallow.

“Jamie, we're gonna need backup. She's not doing good.” Wendy shakes her head as she’s shaky. Jamie groans in anger as he keeps calling him and he's not picking up. “It keeps going to fucking voicemail! Goddamnit Holland! Pick up the fucking phone!” Jamie screams into the phone in anger. “That's it I'm fucking calling Harrison if he's not gonna fucking answer the fucking phone.” Jamie fumes as he starts to call Harrison and he picks up.

“Harrison mate, where the fuck is Tom?!” Jamie fumes into the phone as he drops Jared as he paces back and forth. “Tom’s at the fucking strip club with Aaron and the others, why?” Harrison claims with a sigh into the phone. “Mate I'm gonna need you to come over here. It's Selene man. She's hurt real bad and she's passed out and barely breathing so I’m gonna need your help mate.” Jamie breathes out anxiously as he sees Wendy hold Selene shakily. “I'm five minutes away. I'll see you in a sec.” Harrison hangs up as he makes his way to Jamie's apartment. Jamie then hangs up and breathes out shakily.

“Harrison is on his way my love.” Jamie tells Wendy shakily and sighs as he grips his hair. “Where’s Tom?” Wendy asks gently as she watches Selene carefully. “He’s at the fucking strip club doing god knows what. Probably snorting coke and fucking strippers for all I care.” Jamie rolls his eyes in annoyance as he holds the bridge of his nose in irritation.

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Meanwhile…

Tom’s P.O.V.

Tom smirks as he’s on a high that he’s never been on before while watching this little vixen of a redhead in front him, whose name just so happens to be Ginger as she’s giving him a private lap dance. As Tom watches Ginger carefully, he does another line of coke and feels it hit straight to his brain then gets an immediate rush of adrenaline.

He then grabs Ginger out of lust and begins to kiss her deeply, causing their mouths to move in sync. Tom then roughly pushes Ginger onto the bed behind him. His eyes begin to darken with lust as he hovers over her. Tom’s lips meet hers and in the heat of things, she rips open his white dress shirt without ripping off the buttons, revealing his perfectly toned chest and chiseled abs. Tom’s shirt is then tossed across the room and Ginger pulls Tom’s face back to hers as she begins fighting dominance over his tongue against her own.

Tom’s hands then roughly grip Ginger’s legs, bringing her down to him. Ginger then begins unbuckling Tom’s pants, tugging them down and off in one swift motion. Tom then starts nipping at her neck, creating fresh hickeys as he pulls off her underwear. He then immediately takes control by having stripped Ginger get on all fours while he puts on a condom.

Tom begins slamming into her without warning and doesn’t give time for her to adjust as his movements are fast and hard. Ginger starts moaning and screaming Tom’s name at the top of her lungs and begins to whimper and sound like those girls in porn. Tom’s grip is tight around Ginger’s hips and he slams into her over and over again. Ginger starts to feel herself getting closer and closer to climax and before she knows it, she climaxes hard with a deep moan. Once she clenched around Tom, he came extremely hard inside of her then pulled out collapsing beside Ginger in heavy pants as he tries to regain his breath. Ginger then collapses beside him and Tom lights both him and Ginger a cigarette.

“You alright babydoll? Is there something on your mind?” Ginger asks curiously as she takes it from Tom then takes a long drag from her cigarette and blows the smoke up toward the ceiling. “I’m fine doll. Just worn out from fucking my sweet little vixen.” Tom smirks and kisses Ginger deeply then proceeds back to smoking his cigarette as does she.

“How’s Selene? Did you both have brunch together this afternoon at Luna’s?” Ginger inquires curiously with a sweet smile as she lays on her side facing Tom. “Yeah we did actually. Why do you ask?” Tom questions as he looks back at Ginger in curiosity as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“I really like her a lot you know. I feel like I know her from what you’ve told me about her. I would love to meet her sometime but I feel like I’m not worthy enough to meet her. I also just feel incredibly intimidated by her.” Ginger shrugs small and smiles tiredly at Tom.

“Selene is not a judgmental person at all. She's incredibly sweet, caring and loving. She's also very intelligent and has wicked wit. But I think she would be delighted to meet you in the future.” Tom nods quietly then puts out their cigarettes and pulls Ginger close to him as he closes his eyes. They both soon eventually fall asleep in each other's company until the next day.

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Jamie's P.O.V.

“I feel like I failed her Wendy. I failed Selene.” Jamie whispers softly as he stands over them and looks down at her in concern as tears start to brim in his eyes. “Baby, you didn't fail her. You're here now and are gonna take care of the situation as well as her. So you didn't fail her.” Wendy looks at him and smiles sadly nodding then pulls Jamie down to her level and strokes his face gently yet lovingly as she wipes away the tears that fall.

Jamie feels the guilt eat away at him, wishing he could've stopped Jared before. Selene was like his little sister and he was willing to lay his life on the line for her at any cost without hesitation. That was basically his job as her personal bodyguard. And at this moment, he felt he had failed the girl he loved like a sister most. If he had been more aware and on top of things, none of this would have happened. Jamie had been assigned to Selene for five years but only became close to her within the past three years. Jamie had always admired her from afar, but once he got close to her, his love for her grew and became paternal. He felt that it was his duty as both bodyguard and best friend was to protect Selene from all danger as much as he could.

Jamie then dragged Jared into his apartment into a secret backroom he had built into his apartment before living here and threw him hard onto the floor in the backroom. Jamie then strings him up from the ceiling tightly then takes out his collection of torture devices. He looks at them carefully and wonders what to go with. Jamie then decides to put Jared on a metal slab that jolts him away and causes him to look at Jamie in horror.

“Oh great! You're awake.” Jamie smiles sadistically as he starts strapping down Jared to the table. “W-What are you doing to me?” Jared asks shakily as he watches Jamie strap him down roughly with a sadistic smile and chuckles.

“Do you know what my speciality is Jared for my work?” Jamie asks Jared with a curious look as he tilts his head slightly. Jared shakes his head frighteningly and starts to quiver. “Torture is my speciality in the business. Now you see Mr. Holland, my employer hired me for my speciality in torture. To many people, I'm known for my torture because I know all the pressure points in the human body that causes the most pain. As for the pain I can make you have, I can make you pass out. So as for you, you're gonna die painfully slow and I'll make you feel everything before you live this world and go straight to hell.” Jamie laughs maniacally at him then commences the torture sequence that goes on for hours and hours on end until he eventually dies.

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Selene’s P.O.V.

The memories flood into Selene’s head of that whole relationship between her and Jared with how there were never any great times between them really. Sure there were great times in the beginning, but she should have left him after the first slap that slowly led to the abuse over the years that she dealt with. But Selene was only 17 when she first was with Jared and this was her first “love”. That love soon turned into abuse, assault, and the worst part that can happen to any girl. And it happen to her multiple times. Too many encounters of that happened with Selene…

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“No! No! No!” Selene screams at the top of her lungs in her drug induced nightmares, causing Harrison and Wendy to jump up from the living room and run to her. Wendy immediately comes to her side and tries to shake her awake. “Selene sweetheart you need to wake up honey.” Wendy shakes her as she tries not to cry while doing so.

Selene immediately shoots up gasping for air as she looks around frantically panting until everything starts to set in as she sees her clothes all tattered and ripped up; knowing exactly what happened to her.

Jamie walk in with tears brimming in his eyes as he sees Selene awake in the state she's in. He changed into completely new clothes after having dealt with Jared because he didn't want to frighten Selene if she had seen the blood on him.

Selene then slowly looks up to see who's in the back and starts to feel tears start to brim in her eyes. “J-Jamie?” Selene asks gently as her voice is soft and quiet and he nods quietly as tears stream down his face in pain. Selene gets up and makes her way over to him. As she finally stands fully in front of him, she smiles sadly at Jamie as she feels vulnerable in the state she's in with him in front of her.

She then immediately breaks down and cries in his arms hysterically in pain as she grips onto him for dear life which then only causes him to cry with her too as he holds onto her. “I-I knew you would come for me Jamie. I k-knew you would save me.” Selene stutters in tears as she then continues to cry into his chest and he cries softly as he holds onto her close to him never letting go.

“I'm so sorry I failed you Selene.” Jamie breaks down crying into her as he cradles her into him. “I promise I'm never leaving you ever sweetheart. I promise you I'll always protect you no matter what happens. I'll be there.” Jamie whispers softly in her ear in tears and Selene nods crying into his chest.

Wendy at the sight of this, is crying as her husband cries holds onto Selene knowing that he truly does care about her like a daughter and that this hit him hard. As for Harrison, he's completely silent as he watches in pain as well in tears knowing what had happened to Selene and how much she's been through.

Selene after crying for so long eventually falls asleep in Jamie’s arms peacefully knowing that she’s safe.

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Jamie’s P.O.V.

Jamie then lays Selene on the bed carefully, making sure he doesn’t wake her up. “Wendy sweetheart, can you get her into some pajamas?” Jamie asks softly with red eyes as he looks at Wendy. Wendy nods quietly and has them turn around as she changes but holds in a cry as she sees the bruises on her fair skin that are now black and blue. After changing Selene into comfy pajamas, Wendy then pulls a blanket over her then slowly stands up and looks at her with sadness.

“Wendy darling, you have all the medical equipment you need to help Selene. Hook her up to an iv since she's asleep right now. I will keep watch over Selene in here. Haz have our gatekeeper Dawn come and start working on the locks and secure the panic room she has here. We have to double the security in this apartment. Make it like mine but to settings that'll suit Selene. She needs to be protected at all costs necessary. When tomorrow comes, we're gonna have to tell Tom the news the hard way since he could've lost her tonight on account him not answering or being here.” Jamie tells them and they nod immediately getting straight to what they needed to do.

“God, if I hadn't had been here with Wendy, Selene would've been dead.” Jamie sniffles softly and breathes out shakily. Jamie was gonna make sure when he would see Tom tomorrow, he was gonna set him straight with the cold hard truth. Even if it killed Tom deep down inside.

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[RF] The Interfering Chaplain

A little tweaking of American history. The Washington family in this story are American royalty. My name is Martha Bell.

If this hadn't happened to me, I wouldn't have believed it. This chaplain I'll called him Daniel Brown didn't like another chaplain that my mother a civilian employee worked for. He didn't like our religious beliefs but it went way beyond this. I belong to the Church of the Christ Healers. Not exactly mainstream Christianity. Chaplain Mark Green was the chaplain for our church organization. Daniel Brown and some of the other Chaplains weren't very nice to my mother and Chaplain Mark Green. They barely spoke to my mom. Daniel Brown would say negative things to her. One time she came home in tears as Chaplain Brown said she didn't blame my father for leaving my mom as he would have left much earlier. He made sure that she was alone in her office when he said this to her. That way no witness and when he was mean to others, he denied it but there were some who saw thru him.

The military base was in Daytona Beach, well actually it was a naval base.

I would have to say for what he put up with, Chaplain Green was a saint and turned the other cheek when treated with disrespect. Always nice and respectful when he seldom got this in return from those in the military chaplain community.

I met Gary Bows when I was in 5th grade. He has just moved to town. His family background was rather troubled. His parents fought a lot and he sought refuge in my older sister's best friend home. He was always in trouble either with the teachers (can't tell you how many times he went to the principal's office and got paddled) and his parents. It had no effect on him. People in town said he was no good, nothing but trouble. He never was actually arrested which was a surprise.

He managed to graduate from high school (he was a year older than me). I dated someone else until my senior year when the guy I was dating went into the military and found another girl in Germany. I cried. I was working at the local Dairy Queen when Gary noticed that I was crying. I told him what happened and then I started to hang around him in secret but of course people found out.

My parents were appalled and tried to prevent us from seeing each other. Well I rebelled. The prom was held at the Contemporary Resort Hotel in Disney. Some people were allowed to have a motel room but I of course wasn't, but that didn't stop Gary from getting a room. We basically skipped the prom and spent most of the time in the room. He took me home at the correct time and then went back to the hotel and checked out of the hotel. This was April 13th, 1980.

Two days after graduation we got married and on January 13, 1981, I had twin daughters who were prom babies. The twins were born in Norfolk Virginia as Gary had enlisted in the navy. My mom called me to tell me that Chaplain Brown was leaving the Daytona Naval Base to points unknown. Unfortunately he was sent to Norfolk Virginia and Gary and I encountered him when we went to a Church Service. This man had made comments to my mom about our quickie marriage and what I had done is not something that a good Christian woman in a good Christian upbringing would do.

The twins were a little over a year old when I boarded the Amtrak train to come home to Florida. The marriage had failed. Growing up I was very pampered and didn't know how to cook and clean. Gary usually had to do the cooking and he was tired of having to do so. I tried to make some spaghetti and it was awful. Gary got angry and yelled at me. I yelled at him and then he picked up the spaghetti and threw it at the wall. Told me that I was a awful cook and was basically useless as a wife. He then went out to a strip club, got drunk and then got into a fight and was beaten up to the point where he ended up in the hospital for two days.

Chaplain Brown wrote me a scathing letter blaming me for the failure of the marriage and not being a good Christian wife. I was blamed for Gary's behavior at the strip club. He also sent the letter to the church that my family attended in Daytona. He also sent the letter to Chaplain Green, who already knew as my mom told him before the letter arrived. I didn't care as I trusted him. I was surprised that he never set a letter to Gary as he was very judgmental of him and his behavior.

At age 20, I was a divorced woman with two daughters who were a year and half years old. In my church I wasn't an outcast. People were sorry that the divorce took place but sometimes things don't work out.

Time went on. I went back to school and got a business degree. I was working as a civilian employee for the Pentagon when I met Brian Washington. He was related to George Washington. He was a good looking man. I was 25 years old and he was 29 years old. We started dating and soon enough the whole country knew. Unfortunately Chaplain Brown who was now President of the Military Chaplains decided to torpedo our relationship. We became engaged.

In the US, anyone marrying into the Washington family had to have the approval of Congress (House and Senate) before marrying. They could overrule the family or vote to overturn the approval. This had never happened. There was a Congressional hearing were people for and against me spoke. These had to be non-relatives and non-friends.

There were people in my church and Chaplain Green who spoke in favor of me. People in the Pentagon spoke for me. Then Chaplain Brown spoke.

"Martha Bell Bows is not suitable to marry into the Washington family due to her past. She's a divorced woman who has a past. I don't need to tell you what Gary Bows is like. Anyone in Daytona can tell you that he was a deeply troubled unstable person who has had alcohol and drug problems for years. He lives a very immoral lifestyle having influenced Martha's behavior. They had to get married due to pregnancy and this was the result of Martha sleeping with him on Prom night. This is someone from a Christian family doesn't do and certainly you would expect better."

Someone from the audience said, "And I suppose Chaplain Brown, no one from the fancy prep school that Brian Washington attended slept together or had sex on prom night. I guess they took care of things if they did."

The Chaplain looked flustered and couldn't say anything to the comment. Someone at the hearing told the audience not to talk during the hearing.

In two days I went in to a room where all of the Congress met and I was grilled. For a hour I was grilled about the prom night 1980. Highlights of the comments are as follows:

"Your daughters Tiffany and Amanda were born on January 13, 1981, is that correct?" said Congresswoman Nancy McGregor from Alabama.

"Yes, that is correct." I said.

"When was your prom and where was it held?

"Sometime in April. don't remember the exact date. It was the Contemporary Resort Hotel at Disney.

"Well, here's a program from your prom which was held on April 13, 1980 which would be 9 months exactly to the day. Where did this happened?"

"Actually Congresswoman McGregor, me and Gary did the deed on the dance floor and I lost my virginity with Micky and Minnie Mouse in attendance." I said sarcastically.

The whole gallery erupted in laughter and the Congressman had a look of shock and then disgust.

"No, Congresswoman McGregor, it actually was in a hotel room, but this is too much information already if you know what I mean. I've discussed in detail the day of the prom, what I wore to the prom, how long it took to drive from Daytona to Orlando, I've talked about it as much as I'm going to."

When asked about what she thought about Gary's new album which had a parental advisory on it, Martha said that wasn't her business. If she had a issue with it, then she needed to discuss it with him.

She asked me if Gary used drugs while in the military. I said no as this was the truth. Chaplain Brown who was sitting in the gallery said that I needed to be reminded that I was under oath. I told the Congress that Gary got an honorable discharge which was the truth.

Of course they brought up the strip club incident. Gary was cited for fighting but this was considered minor. His punishment was cleaning the showers for 2 months.

I was questioned about 30 minutes more and that was it. Nothing about my life post-Gary. Everything was about our relationship.

When I was walking out of the room, Gary came into the room. We made eye contact and then I left.

Gary was in a heavy metal band and had been voted People's most sexy male. Cheering and screaming girls could be heard in the background. They had only showed up after Gary arrived.

"Martha is a prim and proper woman. Very vanilla. Hardly how she's been depicted. She was pampered all of her life. Never cooked, cleaned or did stuff that other women did. I would get angry and frustrated with her because she had to learn these things. My mother was married at age 16 and knew how to do these things."

Congressman McGregor read the damning letter that Chaplain Brown wrote to the Congress and the Washington family urging the Congress to reject Martha and urging the Washington family to reconsider having her marry into their family. The Congresswoman asked Gary about the letter.

"Look, Martha and I were very young. She had just turned 18 and I was 19 years old when the twins were born. Chaplain Brown has it in for her and her family. He calls himself a Christian but doesn't act like one. I would like to know why he has attacked Martha for years. I know he doesn't like the church her family attends (he told me this as we as my ex-mother-in-law).

Gary realized he'd made a mistake talking about Chaplain Brown who used this as his pulpit to rail against Martha. Another group who were opposed to the marriage was the Parent advisory committee due to Gary's behavior.

A week later ABC News

"We begin with this evening with history in the making. In the 212 years of American History, History was made as the House and Senate of the US Government by a wide margin voted not to approve Martha Bows for marriage into the Washington family and when this happened the Washington family as directed by the Constitution discussed and then voted against overriding the recommendation of the Congress. It was very close vote and the tie breaker was the Speaker of the House Mark Jones who voted against accepting Martha into the Washington family. This has never happened before as there has never been a disagreement between the family and the Congress."

"We have just adverted a serious Constitutional Crisis which we were on the verge of, thank God." said Chaplain Brown.

A Constitutional Crisis that never existed, even top lawyers said this. Fake one, if you ask me.

You can't imagine the same, embarrassment and humiliation that I suffered especially when Brian said that it had been a mistake to be engaged to me. He never called me to tell me. I heard it on the TV. I refused to talk to reporters saying in a curt manner, "I have no comment."

The Pentagon let me take 2 weeks off to recover from what happened. Three months later, Brian marries the Speaker of the House's daughter. She was approved. Very little debate and she didn't have to reveal her life history like I did. I later found out that the Speaker of the House took advantage of the situation. I remember Brian telling me he really didn't care much for Jill Morris who was the daughter of the Speaker of the House. The marriage benefited the Speaker of the House's social position.

Within 3 years, the couple went thru a very nasty public divorce which literally shook the Congress to its very foundations. This is what the Chaplain Brown predicted would happen if Brian went against his family and married me. Constitutional Crisis which would be my fault. The Chaplain was very very quiet during this real crisis.

Life went on. I met a guy who was related to Benjamin Frankin. His name was Max Franklin. He was a really funny guy. His father Max Sr. was the governor of Delaware. No permission from anyone. We got married in 1990 at the Governor's mansion. It was televised.

Chaplain Brown had to put his two cents in stating well Delaware is a liberal state. What can you expect? I could laugh at his comments rather than getting angry, upset or in tears. Delaware has survived and we have been married near 30 years.

Chaplain Brown died about a year ago. I'm surprised that anyone went to his funeral. Jesus certainly wouldn't have treated me like this man did all because he didn't like the church my family attended.

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