SAVE YOUR BREATH TO SAY YOUR PRAYER

CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE

If anyone had said I, Aaliyah Walters, would be a victim of rape, I’d have laughed in their face and asked them to show me who would ever dare touch me. My parents and the castles would totally annihilate them. I never imagined I’d be stripped off my dignity like this and at a place such as this one nonetheless, dressed like a whore where no one knew who I really was. My last name was useless right now to this thug.

“Why are you putting on airs and fighting like that pussy ain’t for anyone with enough cash here. You came to work and whore yourself so just fucking do your job and stop being feisty.” He approaches me “I said leave me alone so just that do that already you lowlife hood rat. Dammit” I take off a heel, swinging it at him. It hits him in the head. I force the door knob but its still locked. I ram my shoulders into the door.

Jer lifts two finger to his forehead and there’s blood dripping from his head.

“You’ve really done it now, bitch. I’m going to fuck your ass and tear out you face. Fucking cheap whore.” He grunts in agony as he charges towards me.

I ram my shoulder into the door again as excruciating pain consumes me. It seems I’ve dislocated the shoulder but I’m too scared to give any attention to the pain.

Jer grabs my hair, painfully. It’s nothing like what Kieran does. Kieran’s was always controlled with enough pain I could take but this was blinding. It felt like my scalp was tearing apart.

He drags me off the door and with his tight grip still on my hair, slaps me hard with the other end.

My vision goes completely black for a few seconds and my ears rings loudly, my face is scorching and burning.

“How dare you, you...” He lift his hands to strike me again but I punch him in the throat cutting his words off. I lift my knee aiming for his balls again but this time, he is ready for me he pushes my away and I stumble. Before I can recover, he’s already on me. Forcing me down

“Stop it! Help ,me! Help! Someone please.” I scream

I try crawling away but drags, me back. His disgusting lips touch my neck and I punch his head.

He huffs and tries to grab my hands. But I take off my second heel and hit him with it.

He slaps it away and grabs my hair, smashing my face into the hard floor. I’m too weakened to keep fighting. I want to lift my limbs and fight but I can’t. I’m pinned beneath the scumbag as he unbuckles his trousers.

I’m totally helpless. I can only make muffled protests. My throat is sore from all that screaming. Gun shots ring out before Jer is ripped off me.

Kieran grabs him by the collar and throws him into the wall. He is like a fierce beast. He grabs his face with a full open palm and rams his head into the wall and blood paints and marks the white walls before he kicks him down.

“Are you okay?” He asks me as he crouches and gathers me in his arms, covering me with his leather jacket. The fear and worry on his face for me is so foreign. I come undone and cry hard. I was trying to hold myself together but everything was too overwhelming.

“Its okay. I’m here now. No one would hurt you.” Kieran assures me and my hands fists in his black shirt and drench it with my tears and snot. He doesn’t complain or push me off. His rubs my back instead.

“What the fuck, Zero? She’s just a whore.” Jer groans and spits blood from where he is on the floor.

“Save your breath to say your prayer.” He points a gun at his head.

“Kieran, Let’s just leave. Please take me out of here.” I say, not wanting anyone’s death on his hands especially because of me. He looked like

“Count your days and never let me set my eyes on you again.” Kieran says as he picks me up bridal style and headed out.

“She hit me. I’m not letting he go just like that.” Jer says and takes out a knife running towards us. Kieran holds me tighter in an arm and points the gun at a charging Jer. It goes off, shooting Jer right in the forehead as he falls down lifeless. The knife falls from his hands.

Applause sounds at the dark part of the room and the light comes on. Moncar is standing at the other end of the room, Niki is absent.

“Congrats on your first Kill Kieran. To think it’ll be the one girl you said you have nothing to do with that drive you over the line.”

The gun points at Moncar next and I hold him tighter, silently begging him not to take another life.

Kieran just killed someone for me. A single shot to the head, a definite intention of death.

“Was this your doing?” Kieran asks Moncar.

“Calm down bro. I didn’t do shit. I didn’t bring her here or force her into her hostess attire nor bring her here into this room. I didn’t ask Jer to do shit. Right ,Princess ?” He asked me.

“Don’t talk to her.” Kieran snaps at him.

“Hey, you’re the boss. You’ve got it.” Moncar says with his hands up in a surrender as he takes steps back.

“Take care of this mess.” Kieran said, pointing at Jer's lifeless body as he walked out.

Kieran lets me down once we are outside.

His motorcycle is already out and in front of Niki holding his helmet and keys.

She glares at my hands and I look to see that Kieran is holding my hand. It felt so natural I didn’t realize Kieran was even holding my hand. I try to take it out but he engulfs me in a tight hug instead. Niki looks like she’s about to explode out of anger.

“I’m sorry he touched you. I’m sorry I put you in danger. I’m sorry I took so much time finding you.” Kieran says, apologizing.

"It's okay. You came when you didn't have to. Thank you."

"That's bullshit. How could I not have come? I want go back there and tear his dead body apart for daring to lay a finger on you."