Night
Well, this night just got fucked to hell. So much fucked up it's hard to know where to start.
I was just chillin with dad, having a beer, deciding if I wanted to sample some pussy, and we got an emergency at the gate.
Now we are calling in everyone for a mandatory lockdown, especially old ladies, kids, and long-time girlfriends.
Dad planned for all sorts of shit. So we have the "bunker", which is a huge safe house built underground, under the clubhouse. It has huge industrial generators, running water, all the normal comforts of home, sort of.
We have blizzards as we are close to the Rockies here. So, dad thought it was a good idea to have a place to hold up in case of a power outage and shit.
This place is always kept stocked with non-perishable food. We will bring down fresh from the clubhouse fridges and freezers.
There will be camp-type sleeping; we mostly have bunk beds down there, which saves space. There should be enough of everything if no one gets stupid.
So now Digger is calling in an emergency assist from local allies and chapters of the Crimson Riders not too far away. She said they were coming, so I'm assuming we don't have too long.
I got Bones so he can come and treat her. Not sure if we need to check the baby, I'll have a look in a minute. Bones rushes into the room, and the second he sees her condition, he growls as I did.
This girl has been used as a punching bag, and not just recently, judging by the multiple shades of bruises all over her.
I go to look at the baby wrapped up in blankets and clothing; she's asleep at the moment.
"What in the mother fucking hell?" Bones curses, and I whirl around. He has her bloody tank top cut open, and across her stomach is blood-streaked duct tape.
He shakes his head and starts cutting the tape away, trying not to hurt her while peeling it off.
Suddenly, he stops, and his face gets really red for a minute. He hangs his head and shakes it back and forth.
"This is some seriously fucked up bullshit right here, Night. I'm gonna need Shannon in here with me."
I nod and go to tell the prospect in the hall to get Bone's old lady. She's a nurse and often works with Bones. I go back over and see what had him all fucked up.
This girl has a hole in her stomach. Some mother fucker stabbed her in the god damn stomach. I can't tell what all she's done, but it looks like a street patch job.
"I don't know if this is brilliant or fucking crazy, but this girl has some balls on her, cause whatever it is, it hurt like a son of a bitch to do this shit." Bones rants to me.
"What'd she do?" Curious about what she did.
"She shoved tampons in the stab wound, then put a maxi pad over it, and duct taped the whole thing together."
"Sounds rather brilliant and resourceful to me. What do you need me to do, baby?" Shannon asks Bones as she enters the room.
"Check the baby for me, will ya, darlin', then you can help me with her." Shannon nods and moves to the baby.
"Damn, Bones, this baby is a new one, can't be over a month old if that." She unwrapped all the layers around her.
"Well, look at you, you beautiful little angel. We are gonna fix up your moma in no time, and have you back with her."
Shannon looks at Bones," She's resourceful, she probably used every scrap of clothing and blankets she could find to wrap up her baby. That's one hell of a momma there."
I had to agree. She walked barefoot, scantily dressed, stabbed, and beaten all to hell, and who knows what else, to warn us they were coming. I didn't miss that she kept emphasizing the women and children.
I've heard horror stories about both The Devil's Hogs and The Savages. Lots of talk about human trafficking and abusing club girls.
"My baby, where's my baby?" I hear frantic questions from the bed where the girl lies.
"Don't you worry, Momma, she's right here, and she's right as rain, you did good, honey." Shannon goes to her side, holding the baby in her arms.
"Her name is Hope." The girl said while looking adoringly at her daughter.
Then she sucked in a sharp breath and bit down on a scream or cry, or hell, both.
"Sorry, hon, but I gotta get this wound cleaned out. You did well stopping the bleeding. I can honestly say, I have never thought about shoving tampons in a bleeding wound."
"It was all I had that I thought might work."
I just shook my head at the thought that this beautiful girl was put in this situation in the first place. She said Blood is her father. That man is just evil; lord only knows what he's done to her.
The baby fusses some, and the girl automatically reaches out her hand to comfort her, even while Bones is trying to patch her up.
"Ah, I see you probably need to feed her." Shannon looks at Bones, and he looks confused.
Then I notice what Shannon did. The sound of the baby must have triggered her breasts to leak, cause her bra is now soaking wet, and not with blood this time.
The girl looks down, holding her arms just above her bra, self-conscious.
"Yeah, sorry, that still happens when she cries. She'll probably be okay for just a bit longer, then when he's done stitching me up, I can feed her."
To just calmly talk about getting stitched up like it's no big thing, just a regular occurrence. I hate the idea that it probably is.
Bones looks at her, "Okay, I don't have anything really strong here, and if you're nursing, that might be a problem. So, I'm just gonna use a local. It should help with finishing cleaning out the wound and stitching you up, but it's gonna burn like a bitch."
She nods at him, and he gets the shot ready. As he inserts the needle, she doesn't even flinch. When he starts to push the plunger and inject the medication, she grits her jaw and closes her eyes.
Soon enough, she's numb, and Bones starts cleaning everything out and getting his needle and thread ready.
"What's your name, honey?" I realized we've never asked that.
"Well, my mom named me Rayne." She didn't look at me when she said that, and I wondered why she worded it that way.
The longer I stand here and watch her, listen to her voice, and watch her interact with her daughter, the surer I am that I'm never letting her go back to that hellhole.
Whether she knows it or not, both she and her daughter just became mine.