Free Six by Hilary Storm Page B

attacking her rip her shirt open.  She fights to hide herself with no luck.
    Finally I'm able to reach into my bra and grab the knife I stashed away tonight.  With a quick flick, it’s open and into the side of the fucker who put his mouth on me.  He pulls away holding his side and looking mad as hell, but I don't wait for his reaction.  
    I leap toward the one holding onto Piper, but the third one grabs me from behind before I can do enough damage to really hinder him. 
    He fills his hands with my tits and squeezes tight to drag me away from her.  I stab him in the leg with the knife and try to kick him, but this guy won't let me go.  I get one more stab in before he grabs my wrist and twists my arm around my back, forcing me to release the knife.  He sets me on the ground and shoves me to my knees, holding my hair tight as he starts to rip his belt off.  
    Everything goes gray and silent.  My insides go numb and I fall back to a place I visit often in my nightmares.  It's cold and hard.  The men in my dreams are always vile, except for one.  He's young but he always saves me with a strength like I've never witnessed again.   
    I close my eyes and say the same exact prayer I have for years.  "God please let this work.  Please send the strong man to save me.  I can't fight the mean guys by myself."  I bury my head in my legs and hold on tight, repeating those words through the tears running down my face.
    I can't hear anything.  I don't see anything because I'm hiding from everything evil.  This always works. Please let it work today.  
    I feel arms around me, squeezing me tight.
    "Tori."  The sound of a man's voice breaks through the deafening silence and I realize it's Piper that's holding me, but can't grasp who the voice belongs to.
    "Can you give me a thumbs up or something?  I need to know you can hear me.  Hell, I'll even take a middle finger."
    It's my guy.  He came.  I slide my hands up and give him the signal he always asks for.  He wants to know I'm safe and this is how I show him. 
    "Six."  He always calls me that. 
    "Do you remember me, Six?  I'm here to protect you.  I'll never let anything hurt you again.  I'll take you home with me."
    I try to look at him.  I want to see him this time.  There's been so many times that I almost see him, but he manages to slip away before my eyes adjust.
    My eyes work to focus.  He's different.  Older.  I guess that makes sense. 
    "Well, Six.  We need to get you home.  Let's get you out of this alley as soon as I finish this smoke."  I try to brace myself some, glancing around to see the guys.  My eyes land on the bodies and he takes my hand into his.  The warmth from his skin, heats my freezing insides.  I begin to feel the instant he touches me.   
    "I'm taking you home with me.  Do you think you can ride?"  I look at him, trying to understand what I'm seeing.  It's Blade.  I'm mixing shit together and it's all just a cluster fuck in my mind.  Is it my guy?  I stare closer, trying to see any similarities.  His eyes meet mine, and I feel chills across my body as the realization hits me.  He looks so different than I remember him.  He didn't have a beard and his hair was cut in a tight military style back then.  It has to be him or he wouldn't be calling me Six. 
    "They were there that night."  I try to snap out of it and give him as much information as I can while it's all still slamming through my thoughts.
    "What night?"  He looks confused.
    "When I was six.  They knew about that night.  They repeated the same words to me."
    "What did they say?"  He's instantly worried and pulls my hand into his lap.
    "Tori, talk to me.  I need to know what these fuckers said to you."
    "They said I taste like my mom."  It's so hard to say those words.  They haunt me every single day.  I remember seeing her for the last time.  Her face terrified as they took me away from her, both of us screaming and trying to fight them