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I slowly opened my eyes. I held my side as I sat on the side of the table. I looked for my clothes. I slid of the cot wincing. I walked over and picked up my clothes then walked to the door.
I opened it and looked in the hallway. No one was there. I slowly walked out of the door and held the wall as I walked to the stairs.
I made it up the stairs and down to my room. I unlocked the door using the key around my neck. I opened the door, walked in and locked it behind me.
I dropped my clothes on the floor and walked over to the bed. I lay down and then let the tears flow. He found me again. I was safe while I was in the Army.
Maybe I should reenlist. I was happier there. At least in the service I did not have to worry about being raped. I also didn't have to worry about hurting anyone.
We trained hard, we got hurt, but we leaned to show no emotions. I didn't have to worry about getting close to anyone or dating anyone.
I lived on base in an apartment of my own. I could relax when I was there and not worry about holding my emotions in all the time.
I can cry until there are no more tears to shed. Then put that mask back on my face. No let them know what you are feeling. That is the way it should be.
Never let anyone hurt you. Never, show you care. That way, a man can hurt you. They can hurt you physically, but we were all tight never to scream.
So, that is just what I did. I cried myself to sleep. I cried until there were no more tears to cry. I slept all night long. I never heard the knock on my bedroom door.
I would not have opened that door even if I had heard the knock. I do not want to invite Scar into my room. Not ever again. He does not exist for me any more.
I will respect him as Black Eagles, VP and that is all. I will never sit next to him at the table again, or at the kitchen table again. That chair is for the VP's woman. I am not his woman.
I woke up and took a shower. I dressed wearing my military clothes, and boots. I walked down to the kitchen. I got my plate of food and coffee.
I walked over and sat down between to members leaving the chair next to Star open. I saw the members look from me to the chair I used to sit in.
I saw the anger in Scar's eyes. I however showed no emotions. Then he called my name.
"Yes, Scar. What can I do for you?"
"What you can do is plant your ass in this chair. The chair you have sat in since you came here."
"I am afraid that I can't do that."
"That chair is received for the woman of the VP."
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