Jim's POV:
I was sitting out by the pool milking a beer I just wasn’t in the mood to drink. It’s been 2 days since she was here, and I’ve been beating myself up for letting them hurt her. All those years ago I made it a point to keep her safe whenever I could. I wasn’t the only one. I know, she told me about the others as she met them, but I was the first. I knew what she looked like before the scars. The hair threw me off she was a blonde, I didn’t recognize her right away. Not till she woke up.
My thoughts were interrupted when Corey sat next to me lighting a cigarette. I would have stopped them if I hadn’t thought it was too late. “What’s been up with you?” Corey asked a stern look in his eyes. “Nothing.” I lied looking away. To say Corey didn’t scare me sometimes would be a lie. I may be damn near a foot taller than him, but he can just be cruel, sick, and twisted without remorse. “You know how I feel about lying Jim. You’ve been distant for the last 2 days.” he said calm and low. I sighed. I don’t know how he will react if I tell him about her. I know she got under his skin. He’s not use to his torture victims being so strong, or mouthing off to him. It took a lot not to laugh that night to some of the things she said to him. I kind of felt proud of her for being so strong she’s come so far from that weak little girl I met 9 almost 10 years ago. There was no way I was going to let Sid kill her. I moved behind him prepared to break his arm just to stop him.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked placing a hand on my arm. I looked at him sadness clear in my eyes. “Tammy.” I said simply. His eyes narrowed. “What about her?” he asked a little annoyance in his voice. Oh ya she got under his skin. “I know her.” I said quietly. His eyes went wide with anger and confusion. Shit I pissed him off. “How.” he growled. Sighing again I ran my fingers through my hair. “I’m waiting.” he said. Well here goes nothing. Just hope he doesn’t get too pissed off.

Corey’s POV:
I couldn’t fucking believe he knew her and said nothing. That bitch has been plaguing my thoughts since that night. Never have I seen so much strength, been so disrespected, or turned on. Usually it’s the screams that get me off, but this was so new. The want and desire so much stronger. Rarely did she look away from me. Only to make one of her sarcastic little comments to one of the others did she ever look away. She wanted me to know she wasn’t going to break, and she didn’t, and it drove me fucking crazy. I wasn’t going to have Sid kill her, at least not at that moment. No, if Avenged hadn’t saved her, I was going to have my way with her before she died.
“9 years ago I bought a prostitute for an hour,” he started “her “pimp” charged me $1000 bucks. I thought it was a little high, but he told me it was because there were no limits to what I could do to her. He didn’t care as long as he got paid.” he said “What does this have to do with Tammy?” I asked already having an idea. “It was her. She was only 16, and her “pimp” was her father.” he said. Well that explains the hostility between the two. I felt my anger subside as he continued. “Once I found out how old she was and what her father has been making her do I couldn’t bring it upon myself to do anything to her.” he said. “He kept 2 rooms on permanent reserve at a sleazy local motel. One for him and one for her. Once you paid him he gave you her room key where she would be waiting. He stayed in his own room so he could be there when your time ran out. He was very adamant about the time because he would book her 5-6 jobs a night. Unless someone had her for the whole night which would have cost you $5000.” he continued. “I went back to his room and threw another 4 grand at him so she wouldn’t have another job that night.”
It was becoming clear to me as to why he acted the way he did that night. He cared about her, but yet he didn’t do anything to stop it. “I made it my goal to protect her as much as I could. If even for a night.” he paused “someone had to she couldn’t depend on her fucking piece of shit father. That motherfucker had her hooked on Heroine just so some of his customers didn’t have to fight with her.” I looked at him with shock. I can be cruel, but I’m not heartless, and the more I heard the more I wanted to give this motherfucker a taste of his own medicine. “So what did you guys do all night?” I asked. “We just hung out. Watched movies, played video games, even rocked out a few times on my guitars.” “She plays?” “Yea a few instruments, but the guitar was always her favorite. I’ve even helped her write a few songs. It was an escape for her.” he said running his fingers through his hair again. “Do you know about the scars?” I asked watching the rage sweep into his eyes. “Yes.” he said through gritted teeth. “I met her before them.” I gave him my full attention. “A man bought her one night for 2 hours. She never saw his face. He wore a surgical mask and goggles. The things the guys did to her was nothing compared to what he did to her.” I figured this she was giving them tips on how to torture her. “Three weeks he put her out of commission. I was her first job back. She couldn’t even walk properly from the muscle damage he did to her feet with a blow torch.” Hmm I never even thought about a blow torch. “He was about to give her a lobotomy when his time ran out and her dad came in.” That would have probably killed her. “The fucker got off on it. He even raped her as he tortured her. Degrading her by releasing on her and mixing it with her blood.” What a sick fuck. I may get off on it too, but I wouldn’t go that far. I usually found some random slut to fuck. Yes I was thinking about fucking her, but not while she was being tortured, and covered in blood. Sure as hell wouldn’t have came all over her. “I wasn’t the only one,” he said. “there were 3 others that would buy her just to keep her safe.” he said “Do you know them?” I asked. “Yes, and so do you.” he said. I looked at him confused again. “Who?” I asked. “Kirk, Chester, and Jacoby.” he said. I did know them. Chester and Jacoby were leaders of their own gangs, and Kirk is the right hand man to James Hetfield the leader of Metallica the most powerful gang in the country. All gang initiations had to go through them. They over saw us all. Jeff’s fucking lucky none of them killed him. “Why didn’t any of you save her?” I asked. All the pure lust I was feeling towards her was fading. New emotions flowing through me. Emotions I haven’t felt since that bitch Lzzy. “That ass had cops and judges in his back pocket,” he explained “we tried to talk her into letting one of us kill him to get her out of it, but she wouldn’t let us. She has a younger brother and sister, and regardless of what he put her through they needed him. He didn’t treat them like he did her. She was the burden dropped on his doorstep.” he finished. “Do the others know about you too?” “Yes. We all knew about each other. She talked about us all to one another. We were her life lines. The ones that kept her going.” he explained “though we never talked to each other about her, but we all knew.” he finished. “Why didn’t you say anything Jim? She wouldn’t have been touched.” which wasn’t a lie. Like I said I’m not heartless. “I thought it was too late. I didn’t even recognize her till she woke up. She’s not a natural redhead.” he told me. It looks good on her.
I couldn’t deny she was beautiful. Nice curves she had to be a D cup. Not at all what I was expecting, she had to have gotten her looks from her mother. Speaking of….”Where’s her mother?” I asked Jim “Dead. Her brother and mother were killed in a car accident. That’s how she ended up out here.” he said. “Where is she from?” “Iowa.” he said with a slight smile that I returned. Most of us were from Iowa. We moved the gang out here because there is more money out here.
How could I use this to get close to her. It would be difficult with her belonging to Avenged Sevenfold now. I know they won’t just let me see her. She doesn’t know who we are or what we look like. We don’t even talk the same around our victims. We have gotten good at disguising our voices. There is always the chance that they have told her who we are, unless they know about Jim. Then they might not, but its still a risk. I’m sure having Jim around would help. She trusts him I’m sure of it. I had to have her.
“So is this why you didn’t touch her?” we heard Sid’s voice behind us. We turned to look. The rest of the guys were eves dropping behind us. “Yes.” Jim said standing “Is she the one that was all over the news 4 years ago?” Joey asked. “Yes.” Jim said anger returning to him. I wasn’t as big of a news buff as Joey or Jim. I swear they watched that shit religiously. “What are you talking about?” Sid asked. “I thought she looked familiar. I just couldn’t place it.” Joey started. “What happened?” Shawn asked. “Four years ago she was dating a guy named Miles. After 2 years in the relationship she went to the cops accusing him and 4 of his friends of drugging and raping her.” he explained. I do remember this. “They denied it of course, even though their DNA was found on her. There was also GHB found in her system,” he continued, “They used her previous drug addiction against her, and told them it was consensual. They were acquitted of all charges.” he finished. “How did she find out if she was drugged?” Sid asked. “Woke up during one night.” Jim said. We all stood there in silence for awhile. I could see remorse on their faces. Even Craig, and he didn’t take to kindly to being called a coward. Which was odd cause none of us ever felt bad for the things we did. I had to fix what we’ve done.

Notes

Hmm wonder what happened between Corey and Lzzy. Maybe there's a reason behind his cold heart. Looks like Jim might not be so bad after all.