“Have a good night, Chloe,” Aaron says.
I walk out of his office and make my way outside. As soon as I stop in front of my building I sigh. I never grabbed my keys this morning. I was thrown off when Aaron called me. Now I can’t get into my building, and I already know that no one willlet me in. Last time they called me a beggar and even went as far as making a sign that said, “will fuck for food”. I ended up just getting maintenance to come open it, but it took an hour.
“Fuck,” I sigh and pull my phone out.
“Awe. It’s the beggar,” a girl says from behind me. “Forget your keys again, beggar?” I ignore her and move off to the side of the building, so I’ll be out of the way. The girl comes around and has two guys with her. I recognize them as the guys who were banging on my door at two in the morning, drunk off their ass. They tried to get in thinking it was someone else’s room. They told everyone I stole their wallet and said I’d give it back if they fucked me. I don’t know their names, but occasionally they will fuck with me for fun.
“Oh look, she’s all alone,” one of the guys says. The moment the other guy goes around to approach from the other side, panic begins to bubble up inside of me. The girl hangs back, and it gives her a view of anyone approaching.
“Think she’s a fighter or a screamer?” the second asks.
“Please leave me alone. I’m just waiting on someone,” I lie.
“Liar,” the first guy laughs. “You never talk to anyone. Are you too good for us, beggar girl?”
“I never said that.” I say as I back away from him. I forget about the other guy until I feel his hand on my waist. I instantly freeze and the first guy steps close and cups my cheek when tears well up in my eyes.
“Aww, what’s wrong, Chloe? Don’t you want to play?” he asks. “I’ll make you a deal… you get on your knees and open your pretty little mouth for us… we will consider unlocking the door for you. We’ve got to fill our favorite little beggar with our come before we can be generous.”
Please leave me alone,” I say tearfully.
“Who are you supposedly meeting?” the guy holding my waist asks.
“None of your business,” I say.
“Liars get punished, Chloe,” he says, running his thumb across my trembling lip. He brings his other hand up and roughly squeezes my breast. A voice cuts through it all and I sigh in relief.
“There you are,” Connor says. He swiftly grabs my hand and pulls me to him before wrapping his arm around my waist. “Everything okay, Chloe?”
“I forgot my key in my room,” I say quietly.
“Oh, Max, Elias, and their whore Lydia can open the door for you,” Dillon says. “Isn’t that right, guys?”
“Uh. Yeah. No problem,” Lydia says. I don’t think she saw Connor and Dillon coming but thank fucking God they did. Lydia walks over to the front and unlocks the door.
“Give us a second and we will walk you up,” Connor says, and I nod. Connor and Dillon step away from me then grab Max and Elias by the front of their shirts before slamming them against the brick building.
“You ever fucking touch her again, it’ll be the last motherfucking thing you’ll do,” Dillon growls. “Believe me when we say they’ll never find your body. Understand?”
“Y-yeah,” Maxsays. “We didn’t…”
“Shut the fuck up,” Connor snaps then turns to me. “Come on.”
I am on the verge of hysterics, but I hold it together until the elevator door shuts and Connor hugs me. I immediately start crying. Once the floodgates open, I can’t shut them back. Dillon pulls the emergency stop and joins the hug. I don’t know how much they saw but I haven’t been that scared since I was raped in high school.
“What room?” Connor cups my face to make me look at him.
“F-Four T-Twelve,” I stammer. He nods and Dillon starts the elevator. When it stops on my floor, Connor urges me forward. When we get to my door I fumble with my phone so I can unlock my room remotely. “You can come in… if you want.”
“I assume they know what room yours is?” Connor asks as they walk in with me.
“Yeah. They’ve fucked with me in the middle of the night before,” I say with a shaky voice. Instead of sitting down I start pacing and fumbling with things. I’m trying to relax but I can’t. Connor and Dillon sense that I am far from okay and about to spiral. When they both stand, I start crying again.
“Chloe,” Dillon says softly.
“I’m sorry,” I cry.
“Shh. It’s okay. You’re okay,” Dillon says as he holds me. “Come sit down.” They lead me over to sit on my bed. Dillon keeps a hold of me as Connor takes my shoes off.