Trauma Kink

ARRI

I’m biting my nails. I’ve ordered a taxi to come and get me. I’m petrified. Yes, I act tough but I’m really not. I don’t know what to do!

My so-called best friend is dancing with her group of friends, and I’ve just been tossed to the side and left on my own. It’s not a good feeling being left out, sitting away from the bar.

On a positive note, I’m sitting where I would never be found, hidden in plain sight.

I watch the door open and a man enters the club. Breathing out a sigh of relief, I lean on the armrest, watching the door quietly at the back left-hand side of the room. My phone rings and I answer it, smiling.

“Hello?”

“Hello, miss. I’m outside,” the taxi driver tells me, and I rub the top of my right arm.

“I’ll come out now.” Ending the call, I walk to the door. Looking through the glass, I stand to the side and push it open slowly.

I peek my head through the small gap and smile at the doormen, who stare at me as if I’ve lost my goddamn mind.

“You okay there, love?” the doorman with a beard asks me, and I nod, walking quickly out of the door. Looking through the windows of the taxi, I step backward.

“Are you okay, miss?” the driver asks me, and I nod again, pulling the back door open. Sliding inside, I wave at the doormen, who say good-night.

Closing the door, I strap myself in and tell him my address. He takes me straight home. On our way there, he talks and I laugh all of the way back. He’s very sweet, which gains Jim a generous tip.

The taxi driver waits for me to enter my house and drives off. I lock the door and check the house, tiptoeing around. Hopping in a bath, I relax before I go to bed. I don’t like living this way but I have to.

When I wake up, I check the alarm clock. Shit, I’ve slept in. After throwing a thick winter sweater on with a pair of tight blue jeans, I pull my shoes on and run out of the door. I don’t have any time to waste.

Jogging down the road, I catch the next bus as it arrives and walk to the back breathlessly.

Dropping down on the seat, I check my pocket for my phone and remember that I’ve left it at home. Sighing, I rest my head on the palm of my hand and watch the streets pass me by.

The bus pulls up outside my work later than expected, and I rush through the door, making my way to the back of the building.

“Arri, you’re late! You have a client.”

“Shit,” I mumble under my breath. Grabbing my apron, I tie it around my waist and grab a gown for my client. Entering the salon, I smile.

“Hello, Gressa. How are you!” I ask her in a high-pitched voice.

Gressa is a small old lady who visits me for frequent haircuts. Grinning, I wrap the gown around her shoulders and connect it at the nape of her neck.

I carry on chatting to her as I do her hair, and she sips her coffee, complimenting me every two minutes. Bless her, she’s adorable.

She always leaves the salon with a big smile on her face, and before she does step through the door, she gives me a big tip. She’s like the grandmother I never had.

I went to her house for a coffee and some homemade cookies once. She’s such a positive person to be around.

I see a couple of other clients. Taylor is a beautiful woman who has five children. She deserves to have a treat every couple of months.

I pay for it because she inspired me to be the best person that I can be. She always tells me to help others when they’re in need.

“Hey, Jenna babe. You got it?” I ask, chopping Taylor’s fringe. Somebody has entered the salon and they will need help.

“Jenna, can you get it?” I shout to her again before I glance over my right shoulder. My legs shake when I see Caponde next to the desk collecting money from Jenna, my boss.

Why is he collecting money for security? I ask myself, turning and keeping my head down. I need to concentrate on Taylor’s hair, but I know that he’s going to hurt me once I’ve finished my shift.

My stomach sinks, my hands shake, and I have to take a step back away from the chair. I cannot cut her hair when I can’t keep my hand still! Breathing in deeply, I touch the tips of Taylor’s hair. I need to calm myself down.

“Here’s the money, sweet. I need a couple of days extra next month, if possible. Just add the extra couple of days on,” Jenna tells him.

“Sure. How many days?” Caponde flicks through the money.

“Say four… Can I do that?” I don’t hear them talking and look through the mirror when I hear the door open. He glares at me and tilts his head to the side, grinning.

His silverfish blue eyes scare the living daylights out of me now. Dropping my head down, I turn and walk over to Jenna.

“I can’t carry on cutting Taylor’s hair. Can you take over for a minute, please?” Jenna nods, closing the till, and I walk through to the back of the shop.

Entering the staff room, I breathe in and close the door as I switch the light on. Leaning my back against the wall, I place my head in my hands.

“All right, pet?” The door swings open, nearly striking my head. I don’t move an inch and listen to his every move as he walks from one side of the room to the other.

“Leave the shop, Caponde. Don’t hurt me here. Come back later and you can do what you want then. I don’t want to cause any trouble for Jenna, she hasn’t done anything wrong. Please.”

I talk with my head in the palms of my hands. I feel his fingers brush down the side of my neck and shiver.

Raking his fingers through my hair, he violently drags my head back, and I feel his lips touch my ear. A whine escapes from throat.

“You should never run from the big, bad man. Anyone ever tell you that, twinkle?” His rough, cold voice growls in my ear and my eyes shoot open.

“Oh my—” I yelp. He’s hurting my neck.

“Yes, oh my. I didn’t expect to find you here. At least you saved me some time and effort.” He smirks at me. His bold green orbs look into mine. His brown hair is spiked up slightly, and he has a shadow of a beard.

“I thought I noticed you from the other night. So, what’s the issue?” He laughs. This man has no heart at all. All he wants to do is scare and hurt women!

“Issue?” I mumble and he nods, touching my lips with his, forcing me against the wall. I cannot move as his lips stay on mine.

“Yeah, between you and him out there. What’s going on?” He nods toward the door and I shrug my shoulders.

“Ex-boyfriend. Abusive. Restraining order.” Chuckling, he licks down the side of my face and my stomach twists up in a knot.

“I wouldn’t worry about him. It’s me you need to worry about.”

It is you that I need to worry about. Yes, I can confirm that. My other ex, Wrex, wasn’t the problem, it was you who I got a fucking restraining order for, you abusive fuck!

Sometimes I think about my situation, which makes me feel like I hurt somebody badly in a past life. I cannot get away from him, and he always does show up in my life. I wish that he would leave me alone.

Letting me go, he steps back and tugs his suit jacket down. Looking me up and down, he licks his bottom lip and opens the door up.

“I’ll collect you when I have time.” I rub the tops of my arms and shake my head. Collect me?

He shoots forward and grabs my face with his full hand covering my entire face. I try to shake him off me by moving my head from left to right.

I cannot see a thing and I panic because I’m claustrophobic. Squealing, I try to pull back.

“Get off me!” I shout but he doesn’t release me face.

“Yes I will. Don’t try to outsmart me, little girl. It’s not fun when the big bad wolf wins. Running will be detrimental to your health.”

Letting my face go and leaving red marks where his fingers were, he steps back and winks at me. Turning around, he yanks out a machine gun from the inside of his suit jacket and walks out of the shop.

My heart is going to jump out of my flipping chest! Taking my apron off, I enter the salon and tell Jenna that I cannot stay. I won’t stay.