Redeeming Logan

Chapter Two

Taliah

A shiver runs down my spine at the look in Mr. Adams' eyes. I’ve seen that look before from my father or other men, and it never results in anything good. I hear my mother and father blubbering at the front of the room, professing their undying love for each other. It makes my teeth grind together with disgust for their willingness to just throw me away like some piece of trash.

“I’m not sure if I should say that you’re lucky or not right now, Taliah. Lucky because you get to leave this shithole, but unlucky because the place I will be taking you, may be even worse.” He smirks at me as he grasps my chin tighter in his cold and callused hand, forcing me to look up at him. “Stand up and walk towards the kitchen. Now, doll face.”

Struggling to my feet while this hulk of a man still holds onto my chin, I glare at him with all the hatred in my heart. He reaches his hand out and grasps my bicep, tugging me along to the kitchen with him.

“I can fucking walk myself, you asshole. Not like my damn legs are broken. I’m not stupid, ya know? I have nowhere else to go!” I yell at the side of his face, and he just rolls his eyes and tugs me along quickly, making me trip over my feet. This is the worst time to be a fucking klutz right now.

We enter the dark kitchen, and one of his men behind us flips on the overhead light, making the cockroaches skitter across the floor. Our shoes are sticking to the linoleum as we walk along. Mr. Adams tugs me towards the kitchen table that's full of clutter and drug paraphernalia. Motioning to one of his men to come forward, he swipes his thick arms across the table, sending everything sailing to the floor with a crash.

Grabbing my hair at the nape of my neck, Mr. Adams tugs my face towards his. His warm, minty breath wafting over my face as he whispers, “Before we leave, I want to see if your father was telling the truth about you. Are you really still as pure as he says?” I scoff at the word pure because I’m not sure how pure you can be if your Father visits you in your bed multiple times a night. Running his hands all over your body. Forcing you to do things you beg him not to, but you know it's useless to fight.

Mr. Adams bends me over our nasty kitchen table. The skin of my hands and arms sticking to the top like a fly trap. His goonies come up on either side of me, bending down to hold me still. One hand on each wrist and the other on my back. I push against them testing my theory that I’m fucking stuck here.

Letting out a sigh, I sag against the top of the table, waiting for this to be over already. I’m so tired of people touching me without my consent. When will it ever end? I feel Mr. Adams rough hands tugging my jeans down to my ankles along with my simple white cotton panties.

I tense and slam my teeth together when I feel his fat fingers at my center. I hope to fuck he doesn’t plan on shoving that up there dry. I pray to any God out there to give me some type of mercy here, and then I hear Mr. Adams as he spits on his fingers. He probes his thick sausage finger at my entrance before slowly easing his way inside. Feeling around until he hits the thin barrier inside of me.

“Well, I’ll be damned; you really are a virgin. Somehow I am surprised that Eugene hasn’t taken that yet. I’m sure you won’t be a virgin for too much longer, though. Harmony Heights has a way of destroying everything pure that enters their gates.”

“What’s Harmony Heights?” I question as he pulls up my panties and jeans and tells his men to let me go. Slowly I push up off of the table and stare at my feet. My cheeks are burning with humiliation, and I can feel the prickle of tears behind my eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest to feel some type of safety, I hug myself tight.

“You’ll find out soon enough, doll face.” He says to me with a grim smile plastered on his face.

“What now then?” I mutter as I stare at my feet, waiting for the inevitable.

“You have two choices. You walk out that door with me on your own two feet to my SUV, or my men will carry you. Which is it going to be, doll face?” I look up at him now, trying to decipher if he’s joking or not. There’s no way he’d let me walk out of here without force. Not after all of that. He must see the question lurking in my eyes because he smiles and says, “I figured you’d enjoy having your parents watch you walk out with me willingly. Show them you don’t give two fucks about them. You may be going to hell, literally, but they don’t need to know that now, do they?”

Realizing he’s one hundred percent serious, I let a soft smile slide over my face and nod. I don’t need to verbally thank him. Honestly, I don’t know if I want to thank him, even if this is a small kindness. I push my shoulders back and hold my head up high.

Marching towards the front door with the stickiness of my shoes on the floor echoing around the room. The men let me walk a few feet ahead of them independently. Once we reach the front door, I look back at my parents with all of the hatred that I can muster and flip them the bird while walking toward my fate.