Anything For Love (6 page)

“What the fuck did you do, Keegan?” Korbyn
cried. I was starting to come to.

“I - I don't know what happened, bro,” Keegan
told Korb. I moaned in pain and tried to sit up, but my wrist cracked under me
and I knew that my cast was missing and my wrist was even more broken than it
had been. Korbyn turned to me, his eyes soft and sad.

“Myka! Baby!” Korbyn exclaimed, relieved. He
came over to me, hugging me. I winced. “You're okay baby. I'm here now.” I
pushed him away from me.

“Take me to the hospital, or I’ll walk myself
there,” I said through my teeth.

“You're not going anywhere, baby,” Korbyn
replied. I looked up at him and he kissed me. I tried pushing him away again,
but I failed. My broken wrist was throbbing and my other arm just wasn’t strong
enough. Korbyn had me pinned to the couch as he kissed me and he ground against
me. I couldn't fight. I had just been pushed down the stairs, for crying out
loud! I lay there as Korbyn kissed me and fondled me. My phone rang then, but
Keegan answered it.

“Hello?” there was a pause. “I'm sorry, but
Myka is busy at the moment. Slightly incapacitated, Jett.” Another pause. “Who?
Oliver who?” I smirked, as Keegan s eyes grew wide. He quickly hung up without
another word. “Korbyn! That was a detective looking for Myka! She went to the
cops about us!” Korbyn looked down at me, with hatred in his eyes. He slapped
me, yet I made no moves and that seemed to anger him even more. Korbyn pulled
himself out of his pants and ripped my pants off of me.

“A thong, Myka?” he asked me. “You never wore
a thong for me.”

Korb yanked my thong upwards and I cried out
in pain. Then he pulled it off of me and thrust inside me harder than he ever
had before. I bit my lip in pain. Korbyn kept hitting me as he slid in and out
of me. He was slapping me with both hands; pinching me; biting me and yanking
my hair so hard, he pulled some of it out. As Korb was hitting me, I felt one
of my nose rings fall out and my eyebrow ring got torn out. I was sobbing
beneath Korbyn, which seemed to make him even more lust-raged. Then, without
any notice, Korb flipped me over and shoved himself into my back end, and I
cried out so loud, Keegan had to cover his ears. Of course, this made Korbyn
even angrier and he grabbed my hair with both fists and yanked my head back. As
Korbyn came, he spit right on my face. Then he slid off of me and threw my
pants at me.

“Don't I get a go?” Keegan whined. Korbyn
punched him and Kee fell to the floor in pain.

“Get dressed and get out of here. You come
back, it'll be even worse,” Korbyn said to me before walking up the stairs. I
threw my clothes on and limped out of the house.

I dialed Detective Royce s number as soon as I
was a block from the house. I had no idea what time it was and prayed that he
would answer.

“Royce,” he answered his phone. I sobbed,
relieved. “Myka?”

“I need help, Detective. I need to go to the hospital,
but I can't walk much further,” I told him between sobs.

“Go into the closest, open public place. Tell
me where and I will personally come get you,” Detective Royce directed. I
stumbled into a Laundromat and sat down. There was a group of people in there
and they stared at me hard.

“I'm in Lucky's Laundry, Detective,” I said
loud enough for the people to hear me. At least they would know I had a
detective on the way.

“I'm on my way, Myka. Just stay there.” He
hung up. I looked at my reflection in a vending machine and I looked terrible.
I started to cry even harder, right in front of these strangers. Finally, they
just ignored me.

When Detective Royce came to the door, a
couple of them ran. Detective Royce shook his head, before helping me to my feet
and to his car. After he was sure I was safely in the car, he turned his lights
on and we headed to the hospital.

“What happened tonight?” Detective Royce asked
me, when he took me back to the precinct. My wrist had needed a new cast and I
received a couple of stitches here and there. Otherwise, I was okay. Thank
heaven that s all the damage. I'd had another rape kit done as well.

Detective Harris was in the room with us.
Detective Bensley and Detective Bronson had gone out on another case. I studied
both of them for a moment before sighing.

“You're going to tell me I'm stupid,” I
mumbled. Detective Harris looked at me.

“Nobody's going to say anything like that,
Princess,” he told me. I took a deep breath before I started. Detective Royce's
piercing blue eyes were trained on me as if he really cared.

“I went back to my place to get some things.
Jett wasn't at his place when I left, so I had to go alone. Korbyn cornered me
for a few moments but let me go get my things. Keegan approached me upstairs
and I ignored him. He got mad that I was ignoring him and shoved me down the
stairs, apparently causing me to black out,” I started, watching the two of
them and they both watched me back. “When I came to after the fall, I was on
the couch while the twins were arguing. One of you detectives called while
Korbyn was trying to comfort me and that pissed them both off. Korb beat the
crap out of me as he raped me and the only place he didn't rape was my mouth.
Then he threw my clothes at me and told me to get out of there. Keegan asked
why he couldn't have a go and Korbyn beat him down for it. I got out of there
and called you, Detective Royce.” Detective Royce had his lips pursed and
Detective Harris sat there making fists.

“That's it. Where the hell are the rape kit
results?” Detective Harris asked angrily. “C'mon, Ol. Let's bring them in.”

“Can you wait here, Myka?” I nodded and they
left me alone in the interrogation room. While I sat there, I decided to try getting
a hold of Jett again. I took out my phone and dialed his number. Finally, he
answered, out of breath.

“Where the hell have you been, Jett?” I
questioned him.

“Taking care of some business. Where are you?
You're not at home.”

“I'm at the precinct. Korbyn and Keegan beat
me up again.” There was silence on the other end.  Korbyn raped me again,
too.

“I know. And that's not going to happen
anymore, angel. You're safe now,” Jett said calmly.

“Yea. Detective Royce and Detective Harris are
on their way to Korbyn's,” I started slowly, but I knew that wasn't what he
meant. “How did you know?” Jett stayed silent. “Did you watch them do what they
did to me?” I was getting mad. “Did you?”

“No Myka. I didn't. I came to the house as you
were leaving. I saw you limping and saw the kind of shape you were in and I
went in there,” Jett finally answered me. “I took care of them. You have no
worries.”

“What do you mean?” I was a little worried.

“Don't worry about that right now, My. You'll
find out soon enough.” I couldn't say a word. “Now, please come home,
sweetheart. Please?”

“Okay, Jett. I'm leaving the precinct now.” I
hung up and I left.

“What the hell did you do, Jett?” I drilled him
when I got home. It was now four in the morning and we were running around his
place packing some of our things.

“All I did was think about keeping you safe,
Myka!” Jett started to cry then, pulling me into his arms. “I don't want to
lose you, My.” I started to cry, too. I just held onto him, knowing that I was
safe now. At that moment, my phone rang. I looked at the number and it was
Detective Royce. I looked up at Jett. He told me to answer it. So, I did.

“Myka, it's Detective Royce. Where are you?” he
sounded frantic.

“I'm at home, packing some things. I leave for
my grandmother's in the morning. I need to get out of here for a few days. You
know, to get away from Korbyn and Keegan. I need to recuperate. The doctor gave
me the okay,” I totally lied.

“Myka, don't leave just yet. We'd like to ask
you some questions. Your boyfriend, too,” Detective Royce told me.

“Detective, I appreciate all the help you've
given me over the last few days, but I'm leaving in the morning. I'll send you
all a nice card and some flowers or something.”

“Myka. Please.” The detective was begging me.

“I'm sorry, Oliver.”

“Then I have no choice, but to bring you in.”
With that, he hung up.

“Jett, they're coming to get me,” I said,
turning to Jett. He shrugged.

“You don't know what they're coming to get you
for, My. You didn't do anything wrong. Hell, you were with them most of the
night. Don't worry about it, Hun,” Jett told me calmly. I sighed heavily,
rolling my eyes.

“You know I suck at lying,” I protested.

“But you won't be lying. You have no idea what
this is all about, anyways,” Jett pointed out. I shrugged. I guess I would be
okay.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the
door. I opened the door, and there stood Detective Bensley and Detective
Bronson.

“Myka. You and Jett have to come with us,”
Detective Bensley told me. I nodded.

“Detective Royce already called me, Detective,
I responded with a bit of an attitude. She sighed.

“Come on, Myka. Let's go,” Detective Bensley
said and Detective Bronson took Jett's arm and they led us to their car. We got
in the back seat and sat in silence on the way to the precinct.

Detective Royce and Detective Harris took me
into one interrogation room, while Detective Bronson and Detective Bensley took
Jett into another one.

“Okay, Princess. Why did you leave?” Detective
Harris started the questioning. I shrugged.

“I was scared. I didn't want to see the
twins,” I explained. I looked at Harris hard. “Why would I want to see them?
They did this to me tonight because they knew I had come to you!” Detective
Royce came over and sat on the table next to me.

“I understand, Myka. We both do,” he said,
looking over to Detective Harris, who nodded in agreement.

“I walked right out of here and back to
Jett's. I was afraid of what Korbyn or Keegan might do if they saw me here.” I
looked at the both of them, meeting their stares. “Why? Did I do something
wrong?”

“Not necessarily. You were with us from about
eleven-thirty until three. You couldn't have done it,” Detective Royce said.

“Done what?” I looked at the two of them. My
eyes darted between them. “Detectives?”

“Myka. We're friends here. Please, call me
Oliver,” Detective Royce told me once again. Detective Harris looked at me.

“And you can call me Terrance,” he said. I smirked
and he smirked right back nodding. “Got a problem, Princess?” I shook my head,
a small smile on my face.

“So, what didn't I do, then?” I changed the
subject back to the original topic.

“Your boys Korbyn and Keegan were found
murdered when we went to pick them up,” Terrance replied. I looked at him, my
eyes wide and my mouth open.

“What?” I was shocked. Slightly. They had it
coming to them, after all.

“Korbyn and Keegan were found murdered, Myka,”
Oliver repeated it for me.

“Do you know if they had any enemies?”
Terrance asked me. I gave him a look and he put his hands up.

“I think they made quite a few within the last
few days, Detectives,” I answered him. I cocked an eyebrow. “Including you
guys.” They looked at each other.

“Myka. Are you insinuating that one of us did
it?” Oliver asked me, a little shocked. I shrugged.

“You guys. Brady. Kye. Each other. Even Jett.
But he was at Jais's when I called him to come home,” I responded.

“This is no time to be a smart ass, Princess,”
Detective Harris said to me, a little sternly. I looked him right in the eye.

“I'm not being a smart ass, Detective. I'm
just calling it how I'm seeing it.” I sat back in my chair, folding my arms
over my chest. The detectives looked at each other while I studied them. 
Do you honestly think I had something to do with this?

“Myka, we just have to question all of the
likely suspects,” Detective Royce said to me.

“Hello! I came to you guys for help. Some help
you guys were while I was being beaten. Even raped! I asked you guys for help
and yet you didn't do anything for two days! I came to you guys three days
ago!” I was sobbing and screaming at them. I put my elbows on the table and my
head in my hands.

To my surprise, Mr. Hardcore placed a hand on
my shoulder and squeezed gently. I slowly looked up at him.

“I came to you guys three days ago. Two guys
have raped me at least four different times and every single hole was violated
within the last three days! Where the fuck were you when I needed you?” I screamed,
tears streaming down my face.

“Myka, I was there every time you called me,”
Detective Royce told me.

“No. No you weren't,
Oliver
,” I spit
his name out like it was poison and the look on his face was painful to look
at. “Terrance came around when you weren’t. Him and Detective Bronson came.
Tonight's the first time I've seen Detective Bensley since that first night!”
My leg was shaking a mile a minute from anxiety. I chewed at my fingernails
while they sat there watching me. “Jesus. I feel like I'm talking to my
father.” I laughed harshly.

“Why's that?” Detective Harris asked.

“He was never around. I tracked him down back
in high school, but my dreams of a relationship were shattered when he told me
to never contact him again a couple years ago,” I answered softly.

“Myka, I’m really sorry. I wish I could -”
Detective Royce started but I cut him off.

“Don't. Just don't.” Detective Royce got off
of the table and stepped out the door. I looked up at Detective Harris. “Do you
think I pissed him off?” He shook his head.

“I think he pissed himself off, Princess.” I
looked down at the table as Detective Harris left the room after Royce. I just
stared at the table. I went to the door and stood next to it, listening for
anything.

“Something has to change, Terrance! Obviously
my sensitivity and care towards her isn't working!” Detective Royce was yelling
at Detective Harris right outside the door. I realized that they were fighting
about me.

“She’s been through a lot of trauma within the
last few days, Oliver! She obviously has a trust issue. Give her a chance!”
Detective Harris defended me. I was taken back slightly. I wandered around the
room alone for a moment, before they came back in.

“Where was your boyfriend around midnight,
Miss Marsters?” Detective Royce questioned me. His tone and everything else had
seemed to change. Without warning, I started to cry again. “Are those guilty
tears?” I looked at him, squinting my eyes.

“Fuck you, Detective Royce,” I said through my
tears. “Just when I was starting to trust you, you change. I've always hated
law enforcement because your people have always blamed me for my abuse!” I
approached him, my chest barely brushing him, my face level with his throat. “I
was with you at midnight, Detective. I don't baby-sit Jett.” Detective Harris
looked on silently. He seemed to be curious as to what was going to happen.
Detective Royce's eyes pierced back into my soul, just like that had that first
night. Not sympathetic, but hard and cold.

“I asked you where your boyfriend was at
midnight,” Detective Royce repeated himself. I pursed my lips, shaking my head.

“Royce. She was with us. How is she supposed
to know where Jett was?” Detective Harris finally jumped in. Detective Royce
grabbed my shoulders gently.

“Don't do that,” Detective, I warned him. Not
because I was going to get violent, but because I was ready to scream. He
cocked an eyebrow at me.

“Myka, why don't you come sit back down?”
Terrance offered my chair to me. I pulled out of Oliver's grasp and went to the
chair. Detective Royce followed me, sitting back on the table right next to me.

“Where was Jett?” he asked again. I glared up
at him.

“He was at his brother's place when I called
him to tell him I was leaving the precinct and to meet me at his place,” I told
him, scowling. “I even talked to Jais briefly when I called.” I folded my arms
under my breasts, out of habit. I looked directly at Detective Royce with one
eyebrow cocked. “What else do you want to know? My favorite color is black.
Nine different guys have raped me. My first pet -” Royce shook his head,
cutting me off.

“Nine different guys?” I nodded.

“I guess I'm just really that desirable.
Aren't I, Detective?” I just let the words roll off of my tongue, one eyebrow
shooting up then back down quickly.

“It wasn't your fault, Myka,” Detective Harris
told me. “None of it was.” Someone knocked on the door and Detective Royce
walked out again.

“Is he growing a little attached, Terrance?” I
asked, curious. He looked at me.

“He just wanted to catch those bastards,
Princess. Don't let him get to you.” I looked at Harris's hands for a moment. I
could tell this man next to me wasn't much of an emotional type.

“I was with you guys all night. How could he
think I had something to do with their murder?” I started to cry again.
Terrance was hesitant, but he slowly took me into an embrace. I hesitated
myself, before returning it. Detective Royce came back in then. I let go of
Harris.

“You're free to go, Miss Marsters,” he said to
me. Detective Harris got up and started to lead me out.

“Actually, could I have a word with Detective
Royce, alone?” I asked Detective Harris. He looked up at Oliver who nodded
slightly. Terrance left me alone with him, shutting the door. We sat back at
the table for a moment.

“Look, Miss -” I cut him off.

“I know I snapped on you, Detective Royce and
I apologize. I'm not sure you realize exactly what I've been through lately.
It's tearing me apart.” I started sobbing again. He looked at me, his piercing
stare gone again. “The minute you introduced yourself, I had faith that
everything would be alright. That's never happened before, Oliver - I mean
Detective.” The hard shell that had masked his face for the last of the
interrogation broke away.

“Oliver. It's Oliver, Myka,” Detective Royce
finally responded.

“I just wanted to let you know that you have
given me a few things I haven't had in a long time: trust, faith and hope. I
want to thank you for that.” I was being brutally honest with this amazing
detective.

“That's just part of my job.”

“No, Detective. It's not. I can guarantee you
have never met anyone like me and you never will. Am I right?” Oliver studied
me for a moment, before smiling a small smile.

“Yes.”

“I'll never meet anyone else like you, either.
So I have to tell you how thankful I am that I met you, as well as Detective
Harris. Detective Bensley and Detective Bronson are pretty great, too. But you,
Oliver, have helped me the most.” I stood up then and so did Detective Royce.

“Myka, if you ever need anything, no matter
what it is, you call me. Save my number. Put me on speed dial if you have to. I
will protect you for as long as I can,” he told me. I threw my arms around his
neck, hugging him tight. A couple tears slid down my cheeks and onto his chest
as he hugged me back. I kissed him on his cheek softly, before stepping back
and opening the door. I walked out of the room to find Detective Harris waiting
outside. I hugged him again, before walking out of the precinct. I know that
the four detectives watched me leave. I doubted I would ever see them again.