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  Danni to Pieces

  Book One: Forced

  L. T. Varner

  Copyright © 2016 L. T. Varner

  All rights reserved.

  ISBN: 0692620958

  ISBN 13: 9780692620953

  Editors:

  Rachel Guerin / Bridge Town Editing

  Editing by Jared Carew

  Cover Art by: The Book Cover Designer

  Disclaimer: This work is purely fiction and not in reference to any person or event. This is a dark story and may be sensitive for some readers. If sexual situations, profanity, substance abuse, and physical violence offends you, this book may not be for you.

  Table of Contents

  Prologue Boo

  Chapter 1 Evening News

  Chapter 2 Fires

  Chapter 3 Numb & James

  Chapter 4 Liar’s Block

  Chapter 5 Holy Hot Hot Hot

  Chapter 6 Defective

  Chapter 7 Nice Hair

  Chapter 8 Door Jamb

  Chapter 9 Your face

  Chapter 10 We all fall down

  Chapter 11 Disturbing the Peace

  Chapter 12 You get it yet?

  Chapter 13 I get it

  Chapter 14 Final Card?

  Chapter 15 Coffee Anyone

  Chapter 16 Feelings Suck

  Chapter 17 Kiss Me

  Chapter 18 Lower Than I Thought

  Chapter 19 Act Like Adults

  Chapter 20 So Frustrated

  Chapter 21 Absolutely Not

  Chapter 22 Such Chemistry

  Chapter 23 Surprise

  Chapter 24 Idiots

  Chapter 25 Hide and Seek

  Chapter 26 Knock Yourself Out

  Chapter 27 I Can’t Stay Away

  Chapter 28 Partners?

  Chapter 29 Vibes

  Prologue

  Boo

  I kept telling myself that I wouldn’t yell at anybody tonight even though my perfect weekend was ruined. It was my first day off in four months, and I planned on taking off on my motorcycle and just getting lost for three days. As I got out of my truck and started walking to my office, I could already hear the thumping of the music, making my angry mood even worse. Dumping my stuff on my overflowing desk, I jumped when I heard a voice say, “What’s with the bad mood?”

  Instantly I knew who it was, and I had to smile.

  Mike’s my best friend and business partner. My dad hired his mom, Rosa, to be my nanny when I was six years old. We have been inseparable since. We tried dating in high school before Mike admitted he was gay, but I had already known. A lot of people say that high school is the best time in your life, well, not in our case. It was hell for us!

  We both had weight issues and were incessantly bullied. Mike was extremely skinny no matter what he ate, and I hated him for it. I, on the other hand, was the fat, smart girl who no one talked to unless they needed help with their homework.

  As soon as we graduated high school, we left Austin. College was the best time of my life! Mike and I had our apartment because neither one of us wanted weird roommates or curfews. Halfway through our freshman year after watching him try to hide his sexuality and listening to me complain about my weight. We made a deal with each other that we still follow. I promised to take better care of myself if he lived openly. Mike’s goal was to make me over from head to toe. Until then, I hadn’t worn make-up, I had never done anything with my wild, curly brown hair besides wearing it in a ponytail, and I was about fifty pounds’ overweight.

  We started running religiously every day. Five miles a day no matter what the weather was like. He introduced me to makeup and taught me how to manage my wild hair. By the end of our sophomore year, I had lost about sixty pounds and felt like an entirely different person. He was dating regularly and openly talking about his feelings.

  The rest of college was a little crazier. We were going to parties, staying out all night, and enjoying having lots of friends for the first time in our lives. Both of us had a busy dating life, but nothing that seemed to last very long. I always attracted the wrong type of guy; the guy who’s popular and just wants you to look beautiful and be quiet, or the guy who knows my dad is a famous musician and sees dollar signs when he looks at you. My personal favorite has always been the bad boy, the guy who asks you for money or a place to stay even though you know you’re not the only girl he’s dating. For some reason, he’s a little harder to talk yourself out of.

  After college, Mike wanted to go to South Dakota to run his uncle’s restaurant and see where that took him. This was the first time Mike and I were apart since we were six years old, and it scared both of us. My dad decided my fate, enlisting me to work with him on his tour.

  Now, three years later, here we are with not only a restaurant but also a bar. Damn Mike and his ideas! We went through six months of renovations after purchasing the empty store next to the restaurant, but it’s turning into a huge success. It’s a blessing and a curse that we’re always busy, and that’s why I never get a weekend off to ride. Since moving here Mike and I started riding motorcycles, and it is the best stress reliever I’ve ever experienced. We’ve developed a group of friends who are more like family.

  This brings me back to the moment as Mike tells me about the staff and what’s going on tonight. He had called an extra bartender to help me out. I loved concocting different drinks, but being behind the bar was not where I wanted to be anymore. Shortly after we opened, we put together a house band, and I realized the stage was the only place I loved. Since I have been playing guitar since I was six years old, it was only fitting that I get that job. It’s quite a powerful thing to be on stage watching the reaction from the crowd. Although it has been fun, it can be a pain in the ass at the same time. Being onstage elicits stupid behavior from horny drunks that I try my best to ignore.

  Luckily for the band, this weekend Mike hired a local DJ so we could all have a break, except I still had to oversee the bar. The night started out simple with almost everyone ordering a beer and nothing fancy. My favorite and equally irritating waitress, Jackie, was working. She walked out with the most tips every night she worked. I liked her because she was reliable and very blunt with people. Jackie was always quick to handle any situation that would come up and easily talked people out of fighting. I dislike how she would step on anyone to get her way. In a way, she reminded me of Mike; they both know what they want in life and how to go about getting it. Mike was just more honest in the way he succeeded. By 10:30, the bar was packed, and we had to start turning them away at the door.

  “Mike I’m fine. Just go on your date and I will lock up and see you tomorrow,” I yelled over the music.

  “Are you sure?” he asked me, looking way too happy.

  “Just go before I kick your ass,” I shouted back.

  For the past week, all I had heard was Mike talking about his upcoming date with a nurse from the hospital. I was frankly tired of hearing about it. I had tried to distract him by going to a bonfire party a couple of nights ago but only ended up hung over as hell the last two days.

  “Here do one shot with me,” Mike said, handing me a shot of whiskey.

  “Did you pay for that, Sir?” I asked, mocking him. Mike was in charge of watching employees, so they didn’t drink all of our profits, although at the moment he didn’t seem like the best person for this task.

  He laughed and said, “No. That guy over there bought it for you. He asked about you if you’re interested.”

  I looked through the crowd to where he pointed and quickly gave Mike a look of “hell no” upon seeing a dirty older man who looked like he just crawled out from under a car hood.

  Mike winked at me and said, “I
didn’t think so. He smelled awful and is drunk as hell.” We clinked glasses and drank them down.

  Finally, it was last call, and all the customers started making their way out of the bar except, of course, for the ones who didn’t want to leave. Creepy Guy, who bought my shot of whiskey earlier, set another shot in front of me. Ten minutes and one shot later, we escorted them all out, Creepy Guy included, so we could close. I noticed he just kept walking back and forth on the sidewalk in front of the bar.

  Jackie leaned into me and said, “He’s been asking about you all night.”

  “What did you tell him?” I asked.

  “I told him that you have a boyfriend and aren’t interested.”

  Something just seemed off about this man. He was excited and nervous at the same time and appeared to be talking to himself. Eventually, he took off down the street and we all decided to call it a night. I locked the door and went to my office to start on the night’s paperwork. But, after ten minutes of looking at staff reports and my computer, I started feeling lightheaded and exhausted, so I decided to take it all home.

  I gathered up my laptop and put the money in the safe for the night. I was anxious to go home, get in a nice hot shower, and sleep. After throwing my stuff in my truck, I noticed the three bags of garbage still waiting to go out.

  “Seriously, Jackie . . . you couldn’t take out the fucking trash?” I grumbled to myself as I hit the button to open the overhead door.

  Directly behind the bar was the alley and beyond that was a field of corn about seven feet high waiting to be harvested. I stopped walking halfway to the dumpster as a wall of dizziness hit me. I realized something wasn’t right.

  “Danni, you’re tired and hungry, so hurry up,” I said this out loud to myself in hopes that it would get me mentally and physically going again.

  Taking a couple of deep breaths, I picked up the bags I had dropped. Before I could take two steps, I fell to my knees as my legs completely gave out on me. I caught myself with my hands as beer bottles shattered on the cement around me. It felt like slow motion as everything became fuzzy and I couldn’t feel my hands still holding me up. I could see them touching the ground, but I couldn’t make them move as I fell forward on my face. Complete panic set in as I saw the outline of a shadow on the cement next to me.

  “Need some help?” asked a deep husky voice before everything went dark.

  It felt like an awful dream as I heard voices around me. I realized I wasn’t dreaming, and I started trying to push someone off of me, then I felt cold metal against my throat.

  “Do you want to die?” a winded voice asked close to my ear.

  Feeling a sharp pinch to my throat, I instantly held still, realizing that this man was going to kill me.

  Everything faded in and out. I noticed different smells that didn’t make sense to me. Grease, smoke, and strong cologne registered at various times. Never one distinct smell, it kept changing.

  That deep voice said, in-between his vicious thrusts into my body, “The minute I saw you, I knew you would be perfect.”

  It had felt like hours before he was done raping me. I rolled onto my side and could feel the cold October air against my naked body. I was on the verge of throwing up. I kept praying he would just leave.

  “Shut her up before someone hears her,” a breathless voice said directly over me.

  It had not registered to me at this point that I was screaming and sobbing. That’s when I felt a swift kick to my back. Suddenly the air left my lungs, and I couldn’t breathe. He just kept kicking me all over as I tried to move away from it. I felt a knife pierce my chest as I started gasping for air. Everything went dark again after a kick to the side of my head.

  I came around again and felt if I moved I would fall into a thousand pieces. I couldn’t catch my breath, and that’s when the panic came back. I started looking around to see if he was still there, but there was nothing except a red flashing light in the distance. I wondered how long I had been out, seeing the sun starting to rise over the cornstalks. I felt frozen to the ground as my body shook violently in the dirt. I was so sleepy and fell unconscious again.

  I woke up later to what sounded like someone calling my name, and I tried to lift my head to look around. My lungs burned if I moved and I couldn’t get a full breath. I tried to answer back, but nothing would come out. I started to wonder if I was going to die naked in the middle of a cornfield.

  I just hoped if someone were calling my name, they would find me as I dozed off again.

  “Danni, please don’t die, please. God, I beg you, please,” Mike sobbed as he tried to hold down my arms trying to hit him.

  “Please stop fighting me, Danni. Just keep breathing, someone help us!” He screamed.

  I finally saw his face above mine with tears rolling down his cheeks.

  “I got you, Danni. It’s me. Please stop moving you’re hurt. Let me help you.”

  Mike had found me, and that’s when I stopped moving, only hearing the screams tearing from my throat before falling unconscious again.

  Chapter 1

  Evening News

  I was sure I would be in that cornfield again if I opened my eyes. Then I felt someone squeeze my hand, and I quickly tried to pull it away to protect myself. My eyes flew open, and I saw Mike was the one holding my hand. Wrapping our arms around each other, we both started sobbing while he repeated the same sentence over and over again:

  “I am so sorry, Danni. This is my fault.”

  I knew it wasn’t his fault, but at that moment, I was not strong enough to tell him otherwise.

  The nurses and doctors came to my room to check on me now that I was awake. They kept asking if I remembered what had happened. How could I forget what had just happened to me? I thought it was stupid of them to even ask. That’s when all the pain set in. I felt every part of my body throbbing, and I was extremely exhausted.

  Dammit, I was angry and wanted everyone just to leave me the hell alone. I couldn’t control myself as I screamed and thrashed around in the narrow hospital bed. I was frantically trying to pull tubes out of me when a cold tingly sensation started up my arm. Calmness washed over me as I stilled and lay back. Closing my eyes felt so good and soon sleep claimed me.

  Mike and my dad wouldn’t leave me alone for the next week. Day after miserable day, I had to be sedated for “violent outbursts,” as the doctors referred to them. I was glad when the doctor asked if he could speak to me in private so they all would have to give me some peace for at least a couple minutes.

  The doctor told me that I had two broken ribs, a broken arm, and five stab wounds with two in my chest and three in my lower abdomen. He kept telling me, “You are very lucky you didn’t bleed to death.” That would have been better than how I felt at the moment, I thought, rolling my eyes and looking away from him. He cleared his throat and told me that the police were outside my door wanting to speak with me.

  “Great, I get to re-live it all over again,” I mumbled while looking everywhere but into his eyes.

  The detectives came in the room and started telling me how sorry they were that this happened. How could they be sorry when they weren’t there and had nothing to do with it? The detectives asked me if I remembered what had happened.

  I asked in an annoyed tone, “If this happened to you, could you forget?”

  As they both examined the floor, I asked, “How did you find me?”

  One of the detectives looked at me and said, “Your friend Seth was out walking his dog before work and saw the garage door open, so he stopped. That’s when he noticed that your truck’s door was open, and your bag was still on the passenger seat. Being a cop, he knew that something was wrong after he couldn’t find you in the bar.”

  So far, they had questioned all of the employees who worked that night. Jackie mentioned the creepy guy who had been asking about me. Still, it seemed no one knew his identity or had noticed him before. It felt like hours going over all the details with the detectives.
They just kept asking more and more questions that I didn’t have the answers to. Then they completely stumped me when they asked about my clothes. Apparently they still hadn’t been able to recover them from the scene.

  I told them four times, “I have no idea.”

  I was exhausted from talking about it. I just wanted to be left alone. They said that they would contact me when they had more information, but I knew that wouldn’t happen anytime soon.

  I was too scared to look down at myself and see the damage that was inflicted upon me. I just kept the covers tucked in around me and put the thought out of my head. The nurse came in to check on me after they left. This was my first hospital experience, and it was like being a child again. The nurse told me that the sooner I got up and moved around, the sooner I could go home. That was all it took for me to get out of bed.

  The thought of going home and being alone was all I could focus on. Before she left my room, the nurse asked if I wanted my family to come back in. For the first time in my life, I didn’t want to see them. I longed to be around strangers who didn’t know anything about me. I asked the nurse to lie and tell them that I had fallen asleep. She stepped into the hall as they stood right outside my door and was very gracious when she explained that I needed my rest and they both left without a fight. I think this was the first time I had seen Mike do something he didn’t want to do without a fight.

  I studied the flowers and balloons people had brought me as I slowly walked around the room. Of all the flowers in the room, the lilies were the ones I couldn’t bring myself to touch or smell. The nurse took them away after I “accidentally” knocked over the vase and it crashed to pieces on the tile floor.

  Later that night, I caught the evening news, and that’s when I saw it: what happened to me was the top story on all the channels. Both local and Hollywood gossip had a lot of the details already. I retched when I saw my picture next to the taped-off alleyway behind the bar on the television.

  The next morning, Mike and my dad showed up bright and early with breakfast, hoping not to wake me. I didn’t have it in me to tell them that every time I closed my eyes, I re-lived the whole event. Mike still had that look of guilt and sadness in his eyes. My dad didn’t know what to say, so he didn’t talk much. Feelings weren’t something he or I addressed well, so we both just ignored them.