EroticReverie

Valentine

I cry. The entire time. 

Through his cock in my mouth, through his dick inside of me, thrusting violently as the men around him watch.  None of them even flinching when I beg him to stop, none of them showing any signs of feeling bad for the girl being assaulted in front of them. 

Mason cums inside me. 

When I think it’s over with. Mason drags me up the stairs, the men following. I end up thrown onto Bane’s bed. Still crying, I’m flipped over onto my stomach. 

He’s in me again. Except he’s not. Because Mason is on the other side of the bed, with his phone. One of the other guys is inside me. 

I cry. 

I hear Bane screaming at the top of his lungs, threatening to kill Mason. Threatening to kill all of them. 

I bury my face in the bed, sobbing, knowing that Bane can see me, and I dont want him to see my face. I dont want him to see me cry, or how much it hurts. Bane yells my name and I can tell he’s crying. Mason taunts him. 

The man inside me cums. 

Then the next one starts. 

This repeats , until each of them has emptied themselves into me. 

By the time they are done my tears have stopped, i’ve disassociated and Bane’s yelling over the phone, Mason’s voice, and the guys are nothing but background noise. 

I lay there, bent over the bed, Mason saying something as he walks out, all of them leaving. I don’t move. 

I lay there. 

After awhile I sink to the floor, sliding off the side of the bed and sit, staring at the open door, waiting. Waiting for Bane to come back to me. Waiting for someone to come. 

----

A few hours later, I hear the front door. I hear voices. They aren’t Bane. I tremble and my body shakes, afraid that they’re back, and I was too stupid to move, to hide. 

“Dude...where the fuck are ya” it’s Kevin. I heard Aiden as well.

“Help.” I say meekly. Not loud enough for them to hear, still in shock, still just...not there.

“Help.” I say again a little louder. My voice can’t go any louder, and I don’t know why. I’m stuck. Frozen to where they left me, unable to move.

I hear their footsteps coming up the stairs.

“yo Bane” Aiden yells as I hear their footsteps come toward the bedroom.

I’m able to curl my legs up to my body. I hold them tight. Flinching as they enter the room, even though I know they won’t hurt me like Mason and his guys did. 

“What the..” Kevin and Aiden run over. I flinch and they step back a moment, noticing my reaction.

“Valentina...what..” Kevin moves forward slowly and grabs the blanket off the bed and puts it over the front of me to cover me.

“Are you...what happened?” Kevin asks. Aiden has his cell phone out. I can tell he’s on the phone with 911 from the way he spits out the address and walks out of the room to whisper what he’s found.

“raped...shes been fucking raped!” Aiden screams.

--

I’m not sure how long it takes for the police and ambulance to arrive. 

When Kevin and Aiden ask me what happened. Ask me where Bane is. 

All I can reply is “Mason.” one word. I want to give them more information, but I can’t. I can barely get out his name, I can’t speak. 

My parents are there. My mother holding my hand as I’m put into an ambulance. My father talking to the cops. 

--

Three days later I’m still in the hospital. Samples were taken, and all I could do was nod when they asked if I wanted treatment to prevent a possible pregnancy. 

They still haven’t found Bane. Nobody knows where he is, and they can’t find Mason either. I don’t cry. I don’t talk. I’m numb. 

My parents stay with me the entire time. Kevin and Aiden come. So does Francine. She cries whenever shes in the room. The doctors tell her it’s not good for me. So they all tend to leave in spurts, when they can’t handle looking at a girl who is basically comatose and bruised up. 

--

The cops come several times to take a statement. One I’m not able to give. 

--

“Fuckers havent even come home” I hear Aiden say outside the room. “They’re fucking son is m.i.a , and they can’t be fucking bothered.” He spits at Kevin, Kevin’s eyes look at me. He moves from the doorway knowing I can hear, him and Aiden go somewhere else.

The tears finally come again. He’s still missing. I was hoping they found him, maybe beaten up a little, but ok, maybe laying in another hospital bed nearby. But they wouldnt tell me for sanity sake.  But no. They don’t know where he is. 

My mother sits beside me, holds me to her chest.

“mom” I sob as she holds me. The second word I’ve said since giving Aiden and Kevin Mason’s name when they found me. 

--

Four hours later, the cops have come, taken a statement from me. The hospital allows my release. But my parents don’t want to bring me back there. Anywhere near there.

“What if he comes back and I’m not there?” I ask my mom.

“I need to be there.” I sob.

--

Four days later, sitting up in a hotel nearby. We’re informed the cops have found Mason. Not Bane. But Mason.

Hours later we’re informed they’ve found Bane.

--

They warn me before I go into the hospital room but it doesn’t help at all. I see him with all of the tubes, the bandages, the wires.

My father grabs me as I start to collapse. He tries to take me back out of the room, but I pull away and run over to the bed.

“Bane, Bane! It’s me...it’s Valentine” I sob, grabbing his hand.

Nobody stops me when I carefully slide into bed beside him. On the right side. Because his left arm is currently in a cast. I lightly drape my arm over him. I kiss his shoulder and cry hard. 

“I’m so sorry” I cry. “I’m so sorry”

---

I refuse to leave his side. 

---

Weeks later his parents still haven’t shown up. I hate them. And it’s the second week when I’m laying in his bed with him, carefully nestled beside him. I hear a scratchy breath. 

I shoot up and sit up and look at him. His eyes are open and he’s looking at me. 

“Bane!” I cry, tears start to stream down my face.

“Bane! Bane!” I reach my hand gently to his face. I touch his cheek.

“I love you. I love you so much. I love you” I repeat myself. “You’re okay” I cry and the nurses come in and urge me off the bed as they check him out, try asking him questions. His eyes stay on me, they have me move when he refuses to follow their finger. His eyes follow me. They continue to check him out and after a little while, they allow me to crawl back in bed beside him while we wait for the doctor.

I ask them to call Kevin and Aiden and my parents. 

It’s dinner time and they all went home to eat, and to give me some time alone earlier. 

“Baby” I whispered looking at him, his eyes on mine. His breath was scratchy.

“I love you so much Bane.” the tears roll down my face again, my heart beating a million times a minute.

---

My parents convince me to go home the next morning and shower. A real shower. Change my clothes. I do. 

When I return to the hospital. I’m stopped. 

“what do you mean? I’ve been here with him for weeks, there’s a mistake” I say to the man guarding the door to Bane’s room.

“You’ve been removed from the vistors list ma’am” he says.

“By who?!” I yell.

“By Mr. Banks.” he says flatly.

“His father?!” I yell.

The man shakes his head. “Bane Banks, ma’am. He’s made it clear that you’re not to enter his room.”

“fuck off” I snarl and try to push past.

“Ma’am, I will be forced to escort you out.”

Kevin and Aiden are coming down the hall, they dropped me at the door and parked. 

“they wont let me in!” I sob.

“that’s his girlfriend man..he’d want to see her” Aiden says, Francine is with him, looking back and forth, just as confused as I am.

Aiden and Kevin are both allowed in.

“I’ll see what’s going on.” Kevin placed a hand on my shoulder.

I sit down in a seat down the hall. Francine holding my hand as I cry..

Twenty minutes later Aiden and Kevin come out. I stand as they walk toward me. Kevin shakes his head. 

“Give him a few days V...” Aiden says.

“Wha...what?” I shake my head.

“He’s.....fucked up....you’re both...you went through something traumatic...he blames himself....he” Kevin says and I cut him off. I shake my head.

“Fuck that” I mumble and storm back down the hall

“Bane!” I scream. The guard pushing his chest into me, to back me away from he door “ma’aming” me over and over as I scream at Bane.

“You better fucking let me in Bane! God damnit!!!!” I scream and the man restrains me.

Kevin and Aiden help him try to calm me. 

I’m removed from the hospital floor. 

The few “days” they told me to give Bane, turns into weeks. 

“He thinks it’s safer if you’re not near him...he blames himself...he thinks something else bad is going to happen to you if you keep seeing him...” Kevin and Aiden explain countless times.

--

It’s not until another week later Bane is home. We’re still in the hotel when Aiden and Kevin help move him back in. His parents finally come home. For one day. 

On the second day of his return, I go to the house. Letting myself in.

“Bane!” I yell, slamming his front door.

He’s not the only one fucking traumatized. He doesn’t get to push me away. 

I fly up the stairs to his room. He’s hobbling to the door to close it, probably to lock me the fuck out.

“I fucking dare you” I snarl at him. My eyes full of fury, and hurt, sadness.

He looks at me. 

“you need to leave” he says.

“fuck you!” I yell and push the door open and walk in. He sighs. I turn and spin to look at him. Other than his legs being a little weak when he walks, and the cast on his arm, and the cuts on his chest, arms and face. Jesus. The sight makes me want to cry. I narrow my eyes at him, refusing to cry for him when he’s kept me from him.

“You’re a fucking bastard, and if you werent so fucking banged up, i’d slap the fuck out of you!” I yell and give him a non committal push with my hand on his chest, opposite side of his broken arm.

“Valentina” he says , his voice warning me.

“fuck you!” I yell. “It’s Valentine!” I start to cry. My hands ball into fist to keep from smacking the boy who was just in a coma for two weeks across his thick fucking head.

“you’re going to make me go through this alone?!” I scream at him.

He backs up and sits on the edge of the bed.

“If it werent for me, none of this wou--”

I cut him off.

“Shut up Bane. Shut the fuck up!” I yell at him standing in front of him.

“You didnt fucking do this. Any of it !” I yell.

“I fucked his fiance. If I hadnt, he woul--” he says.

“And she fucked you back, did she not? You didnt RAPE her Bane, you didnt have you and five other guys fucking bend her over Baron’s bed and RAPE her!” I yell andhe flinches, he starts to cry.

“I’m so sorry” he looks at the floor.

“Be sorry that you kicked me out of your room! From fucking seeing you! I was fucking worried about you! Worried I’d never get to fucking...” my voice cracks and I stop. “that’s id never get to fucking hear your voice tell me you fucking loved me again”  the tears roll down my cheeks.

Bane looks up at me. 

“I can’t help but blame myself...I was supposed to protect you...” he says.

“From a fucking monster? From a dozen guys at once? From pieces of shit that rape women? Baron was going to take what he wanted...and guess what...they’re all in fucking jail right now...where they fucking belong...you cant protect me from EVERYTHING Bane, and I can’t protect YOU, from everything...shit happens” I say.

He looks at me. “Shit happens? Valentina...they....they r.-” he stops , he cant even say it, he cries again. 

“Yeah and guess what...they almost KILLED YOU. Fucking KILLED you.” I scream, crying my eyes out. Bane is looking at the floor, so I drop to the floor in front of him. Hands on his knees. I look up at him.

“I need you.” I say. “I need you to still love me.”

His eyebrows pinch. “OF course I still fucking love you.” he says.

“then fucking act like it...because you pushing me away...hurts more than what those assholes did to me...and to you..” I say.

He looks at me. 

“I love you. always”

I reach my hand up to his face. 

“you fucking better Banks.” I say and push up on my knees and bring my mouth to his and kiss him softly. He sighs against my lips, and his push back to mine.

“what if you dont forgive me” he says.

I flinch. “forgive you? for what? Bane...I dont fucking blame you...AT ALL...please...stop....I’d never blame you for any of it.” I say. 

He looks at me. 

“I don’t think I can forgive myself then.” he says.

“Bane I swear to god....I know what happened is fucked up...and I’m not gonna lie, and say that I’m fine...i’m not...i;m a fucking wreck....but so are you...and without you....it’s be impossible for me to get better....I fucking need you.” I say. 

“I need you too.” he says quietly.

“then can you promise to not be an asshole anymore and try to keep me from you?” I say, trying to joke with him, the corners of his mouth turn up slightly.

He nods. 

I give a little smile. 

He looks around his room.. 

“You do this?” he asks looking around.

While he kept me from him, I remodeled his entire room. I painted the walls, I had his bed removed, and a new different one put in. It was smaller. But it was enough for now. I had it moved from a guestroom downstairs to his room. I changed the curtains, I changed the decor, and the furniture, I threw out everything that was in there , replacing it with other stuff around his giant as house. Because I didnt have the fucking money to buy new stuff. 

I nod and he smiles a little. 

“Thank you.” he says.

I knew neither of us could stomach to look at his room or even be in it after that. So I did all I could to make it NOT look like his room. 

I helped him carefully slide into the bed and laid beside him and wrapped my arm around him.

“Nothing is taking you from me Bane.” I tell him. He hugs his arm around me.

“We’ll be fine.” I tell him.