Through Darker Days - Book 1

4 | That's Nobody

Sierra's POV

After slipping the short red body hugging dress down my body, I take a deep breath and sit on the edge of the bed. I pick up the nude heels on the rug and such as I slip them on my feet.

I give myself a once over and smile sadly. Any other night, I'd be proud of how good I look, but not tonight. Shaking my head, I exit the room and make my way down the stairs just like I was told to do.

"Finally," Ross mutters just as Austin walks through the front door. "Damn baby, you look good," he growls, lust filling his eyes. I do my best to keep my uneasiness and disgust at bay and give him a big fake smile.

"Thanks baby," I tell him, giving him a small twirl. "Are you ready?" He asks, looking away from me. I swallow and nod my head. "Yes." Following behind Austin, I feel a rough but gentle hand on my elbow.

"Relax," Ross whispers and I try, hoping that whatever he has planned works. "Thanks," I whisper before quickly making my way to Austin's side. I slide into the backseat of the car with him, watching as Ross walks around to the drivers side.

Austin's hand finds its way to my thigh, squeezing lightly before it works it's way up higher near my s*x. "Relax baby, Ross won't mind a little show," he whispers in my ear and I swallow the bile that rises.

His mouth attacks my neck, his hot tongue licking the skin before biting rather roughly. I bite the inside of my cheek and look away from Ross's sympathetic eyes in the rear view mirror.

I soon close my eyes to keep the tears from escaping as his fingers brush against my s*x, his hand soon moving my panties to the side. Before he can do anything else, the car comes to a sudden stop and Austin curses, glaring at the back of Ross's head.

"What the f**k?" He growls at Ross who is sitting there with a straight face. "We are here," he says, his voice laced with the slightest bit of anger.

Austin glares at him then looks at me with heated eyes. "We will finish this later. Behave," he warns as he climbs out of the car, leaving me behind.

"I'm sorry," Ross apologizes and I look at him in confusion. "For what?" I ask softly, tilting my head to the side. "I tried to drive as fast as I could so he couldn't touch you," he tells me and I give him a soft small. "It's okay Ross. Thank you."

I walk into the bar and instantly frown at the sight before me. Austin is already chatting up some female. I order a drink and stare at the tv before me. "Want to start a tab?" The bartender asks and I nod, refusing to meet his eyes.

"Ever sat there and wondered what the hell happened to you for you to hit rock bottom?" I ask the bartender softly to where Austin can't hear me. He nods his head and I sigh.

Guess I finally have because here I am sitting at a bar drinking rum and coke while trying not to cry. My "boyfriend" sits on the side of me flirting with a busty redhead, ignoring my presence completely. What can I do? The answer is nothing, unless I want a second black eye.

"Who's the chick?" The redhead asks, finally realizing that I'm at Austin's side. "Oh, her?" Austin questions and I look up into his evil eyes. "That's nobody," he says with a smirk and I roll my eyes, looking away.

"You sure?" The redhead asks, accusation evident in her voice. "Why?" Austin asks angrily, standing abruptly. "Maybe because you have your hand on her thigh," she says and we both look at my leg. Sure enough Austin's hand is gripping my thigh in a possessive way.

"It's okay," I say softly, looking at the redhead. "This is who he is. It's what he does," I tell her, knowing I'm about to start a fight. While wallowing in self pity I see Ross nod his head, giving me the okay to be me.

"Excuse me?" Austin growls, digging his nails into my thigh. I bite my lip and narrow my eyes. "If you want to go out and cheat, just go. You don't love me anyways," I tell him with a strong voice, the redhead now looking between us with scared eyes.

"If you are smart, get as far away from his as you can. You don't want to become one of his girls. It's not fun," I tell her and she nods, quickly darting away from us. "You b***h," he snarls, grabbing me by my arm roughly.

He drags me out of the back door of the bar and I know this is the part Ross was talking about. I'm going to have to let him hit me, no matter how much I suddenly want to fight back. I look back before the door closes and find Ross on the phone, his eyes begging me to stay strong.

This better work Ross or I might not make it home alive.