Free Hell's Knights by Bella Jewel, Becky Johnson

hearing his grunts. God, I wish it would end. I just want it to be over. Things would be so much easier if I were dead.
    “What the fuck!”
    I hear the sound, and I feel the mass of relief flood through my body. Billy. He came for me like he promised he would. Before I have the chance to open my eyes, Jasper is launched into a nearby wall. Billy has hold of his now limp cock and he twists it. The sound Jasper makes is that of pure agony, and yet it brings me complete comfort. Watching Jasper being lowered to his knees, is a sight I will never forget and will be forever grateful for. Billy leans down and drives his fist into Jasper’s nose over and over until thick red blood spurts out and coats the walls. I don’t even flinch. I have no feelings towards this, none at all.
    “You ever fucking touch her again, I will come to you in the night and slice your cock off and fuck you with it until you’re bleeding, you rotten piece of shit. Do you understand me?”
    Jasper grunts. His face is red and he’s sweating. “Fuck you!”
    Billy twists Jasper’s cock so hard, the roar that comes from his mouth is ear splitting.
    “Okay,” Jasper rasps, his voice broken. “I won’t touch her.”
    “If it wasn’t for her Momma, you would be dead right now, you piece of shit. If you take this out on them though, mark my words, I’ll gut you.”
    Jasper nods, his face bloated, red and now dripping. He’s panting, his mouth is twisted in a way that’s gone beyond pain. Billy lets him go, puts his foot to Jasper’s chest and sends him backwards into the wall. Jasper scrambles to his knees, and scurries out the door. When he’s gone, Billy turns to me. He’s literally shaking with rage and his brown eyes are flaring open and closed with emotion.
    “How long?” he says in a voice so icy, I flinch.
    “Since I was thirteen.”
    “You never told me?” he roars and paces the room, fists clenched with rage.
    “I didn’t want to risk my mother.”
    “Your mother?” he bellows, spinning around. “That woman put you in this mess.”
    I stand, pulling a sheet around myself. “And she is all I have. Without her, I won’t survive.”
    “You’ll survive with me!”
    “And what if that goes wrong?”
    His eyes narrow and he runs a hand through his sandy-blonde hair. “Is that all you think of this? Of us?”
    “I’ve seen what happens to love. I’ve seen married men come in and have their dicks sucked because their wives are tired or looking after children. I’ve seen women coming in looking for company, because their husbands work too much. I know where love goes, and I won’t risk it. So yes, that is what I think of this.”
    He shakes his head sadly. “Addison, you’re letting this ruin you. One day, a man is going to come along and sweep you away. He’s going to give you that feeling you can’t go back on, that feeling that will change your world. You won’t think like this then.”
    “It won’t happen,” I say, feeling my eyelids become heavy as I begin to come down from my high.
    “Not even with me?”
    I stare at him through hooded lashes. “You’re as close as I’ve ever come to love, Billy. It’s not enough though. I am what I am. You’re better off moving on and finding something worth fighting for.”
    “You’re worth fighting for, Addison.”
    “In your eyes, perhaps.”
    He looks pained now. “Why don’t you stop him?”
    I shrug, light up a cigarette and sit down. “What’s the point? He’s going to do it, even if I fight. He knows he’ll get what he wants, because without him, my mother and I are on the streets. He needs her, and with her comes me. He knows I won’t fight. It’s just quicker if I block it out.”
    “He’s raping you,” he whispers, disgusted.
    “Yeah, well, there are worse things in the world.”
    “Addison, will there ever come a time you’ll let someone save you?”
    I stand, walk past him and head toward my bedroom. At the door, I turn back to him.