EroticReverie

Liviana Love LaCroix

Music is thumping outside, and I can hear the laughter and voices of several Swamp party goes talking and cursing and laughing some more as I kiss my way down Axl's abs, my tongue licking and tracing the underlying muscles as they flex slightly and he sinks his hands into my hair. 

"Liviana" he groans. He's hard. I can feel him against my breasts through his shorts as my tongue plays near his navel and then drops down the little happy trail. 

I was his. Finally. 

Pop. A firework sounds. 

POP. POP. POP. His hands tense in my hair. 

Screams. More popping. 

He grabs me pulling me from my mission, and I realize as I'm grabbed and pulled to the floor. They're not fireworks. The screams arent awe and excitment. The pops are guns. the screams are terror. 

"no!" I scream. Thinking of Gibson. Think of Jagger. Cash. Crue. Sid. Jett. Thinking of all the people outside. So many gunshots as my tears come, and Axl and gives me instructions that I dont hear. But he goes to his closet, pulling out two guns and I cry. He says more words that I dont hear as her runs out of the room. Tires screeching. More screams. I crawl across the floor and to the window , peeking out. My hands shaking as I hold the window sill, my eyes searching in yard. Crying harder as I see four people on the ground. None of them with the dark hair I know of all the Shaw men. But i see shirts and pants with dark stains and hands on limbs, and people crouched by each person, holding the wound as distant sirens wail. 

My phone chimes in my back pocket. Im shaking as I pull it out quickly and look at the screen.

"Next time. We won't miss. Bring your cunt home to Daddy." my fathers number texts me. 

"Because if you dont." He types and I wait, my stomach turning. 

I scream as the photo comes through. 

Violet. In the backseat of his car, holding a mint chocolate chip ice cream cone with a big smile on her face. No. No. She was supposed to be with Mick at his sitters, she was watching them for the night. 

"Axl!" I scream. Running out of the room. I run downstairs, nearly falling down them, every limb on my body shaking as I run outside. Ambulances pulling up as I see Crue and Cash and Jett, working to make a tourniquet on a womans leg as she cries. A guy beside her...on the ground....not moving. I clap a hand to my mouth. I know them. I know theyre a couple anyways. Around Axl and Jett's age...they were always together at the Shaw parties. He always looked at her the way women dreamed of being looked at. He was in love with her. They were engaged. And now.....I could only pray that tomorrow she'd still have a fiance. 

"GET BACK IN THE FUCKING HOUSE LIVIANA!" Axl's voice booms from behind me and I spin. 

"Axl !" I yell and run to him. 

"GET BACK IN THE FUCK-"

" HE HAS VIOLET!" I scream. Silence. He grabs the phone from me as I hold it out.

"M-mick...you n-need to check on M-mick" I sob. 

"JAGGER . CALL NINA" he yells. 

"What?" Jagger yells from across the yard, as he walks over, as a medic with a stretch carries away the guy he was helping. 

"CALL NINA" Axl yells. 

"Get in the fucking house. now." Axl growls at me. 

"no" I shake my head. "I need to go get her" 

"i'll handle it, you fucking go inside, and stay there god damnit" he snarls and walks to Jagger. 

"She's not answering" I hear Jagger says. 

"Call again." Axl says and I watch Jagger. 

"Why am I calling Nina?" he asks. "Shes there with the kids." 

I cry harder and Jagger looks at me. 

"Why...am i calling nina?" his voice is eerily quiet, as he looks at his brother, his hands starting to shake.

"No answer." he says again and I cry. 

"Truck. Now." Axl says loudly. All Shaw boys looking to him. 

"Gibson. Stay here." he commands his brother.

"Whats going on?" Gibson asks. 

"Stay here. Handle the fucking police. Get these people taken care of. And watchher. Dont let her leave the god damn house." Axl growls. 

"what the fuck is going on?!" Jagger yells at Axl. 

"I'll tell you in the truck. Let's go." Axl says and then looks at me. 

He stalks over to me and grabs me by my hair, and leans my head back and leans down and kisses me hard on the mouth.

"Behave."  he growls. "I'll get her. Don't worry. Stay in the fucking house. Do you hear me?" 

"Nobody touches my girls." he  says and I nod. 

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"What the fuck?" Gibson growls as I show him the phone after everyone is away in ambulance, cops taking statesment from other party goers and witnesses. 

"Mick is fine." A text pops up from Axl. "You in the house?" another follows.

I take my phone. "Yes. Is the babysitter okay?" I ask.

"She's fine." he says. 

"On our way back. Coming to get you. Pack a bag. And pack one for Mick and Jagger." he types and I run into the house, doing as I'm told. But I dont pack one for myself. I pack Mick's I pack Jagger and I place them by the door. 

I know what they're doing. Hiding Mick someplace safe, Jagger obviously has to go too. And they want me to go. But I wont. 

"Liv?" I hear Gibson call my name, but I'm already in the garage. I run to the truck, keys in my hand. I shoot a text to my father.

"Tell me where to meet you. Dont fucking touch her. I will kill you if you touch her. You can have me. Not her. Just not her. Tell me where to go."  I say and throw my phone in the passenger seat and start the truck and maneuver around the cop cars , driving through the lawn, and onto the road. I see them down the road, already returning with Mick. I speed off in the opposite direction. Praying that they dont see me in the truck. Praying that they think its someone else in their truck, or that theyre too busy paying attention to everything else going on. 

When I look in the rearview. I exhale. I see them pull into the driveway....and I pick up my phone, hands shaking. 

"You know where. Better hurry. Your little sister is up next." he says and I grit my teeth.

I drive faster, through the swamp, in the Heights, to the house I know all to well. The house that's not mine, but I've been to plenty of times. The house he used to bring me to when he first started selling me. The house where other girls, girls not from the heights, were trafficked and auctioned to men. 

The house is dark though. The lights are off. There's no cars other than my fathers and I turn off the truck and jump out, slamming the door shut.

I run through the yard, around the house, panting as I nearly stumble over my own shaky feet. 

"VIOLET!" I scream.

" Livvy!" she screeches and I cry as I run towards her voices, coming from the room. THAT room. 

I come to a stop, and nearly vomit. 

"Just in time." My father grins from behind her. Pushing her in a swing. And not just any swing. I look around the room. There's nobody else here, in "The Room" where the first man I was ever sold to fucked me for hours. On the bed. Tied to the bench. In that swing. Everywhere. My skin crawls. 

"Get her out of that thing, right now." I say through gritted teeth and my father chuckles.

"She likes it, Dont you like it Violet?" he asks, pushing her and Violet giggles and nods. 

"push me harder daddy!" she laughs. My father groans.

"Your sister likes it hard too." He says.

"stop it" I choke on my cries. I walk over to him and push at him. 

"fucking stop it!" I yell and he laughs and grabs my hands and then my shoulders and throws me against the wall. My head hits the wall with a thud and I slump against the wall, seeing black for a second and then his hand is on my throat.

"you'll never get rid of me....ever" he seethes. 

"you think i dont know youre being passed around like a little whore in that house? that you're giving it away for free to those swamp fucks?" he growls. 

"daddy taught you how to make some fucking money, and what do you do? give them your cunt for free, stupid bitch" he hisses and spits on my face as he chokes me. 

"let her go! Let Livvy go!" Violet wails and she pulling on my days shirt.

"GO SIT DOWN!" he yells at her and his one hand swings back and smacks her face and pushes it away. 

I slap his face, clawing at him. Violet is sobbing and holding her cheek as she sits on the floor and I cry harder. Fighting withhim, trying to kick , trying to claw his fucking eyes eyes. His cheek is bleeding. Cunt. Bitch. Whore. Filthy Fucking Slut. He chokes me harder and shakes me by my neck as he bangs my head against the wall again, and my head throbs and his hand gropes my breast as he laughs and I slump slightly, trying to see straight as I lose consciousness. 

"You're Daddy's girl. And tonight...so is Violet" I hear him groan. "Both of you are my girls tonight...think she'll be a good girl like you were? .....think she'll like daddys big dick in her li---" His voice fades, and everything goes black.