Lena's Happily Ever After (The Town of Pearl 3)

She felt the hands on her ass, and then they moved under her sweatshirt.

“Get off!” she yelled again as a hand covered her mouth. She bit down hard.

“Fuck! She bit me!” someone yelled, and the heavy body pressed her into the wall, making it difficult for her to breathe. She felt the hand move down her sweats, then over her panties.

“You’re fucking wet for me, aren’t you, bitch?” the disgusting one stated, and she lost it. She head butted him in the nose then kneed him in the groin. Another one grabbed her as the first one went down. She swung her bag at his head then threw a forearm at his face. The front door to the bar opened as the owner, Rocky, came out with three other men.

“What the hell is going on?” he yelled.

“They attacked me,” she cried out, nearly breathless as the guys grabbed the three men who tried to hurt her.

“Come back inside, Lena, I’m calling the cops. These assholes have been harassing my girls for weeks now.”

She shook her head.

“I’m going home,” she stated then got on her bike.

“Lena, wait. I’ll drive you. Lena!” he called after her, but Lena just wanted to go home and get the hell out of there. She was so upset and sick of being treated this way. She hoped that she could still take the job caring for Bryant. She also didn’t want the Joneses paying for anything else that needed fixing at the cottage. They helped give her a new start, but it was her responsibility to grow from that start. She really didn’t want to come back to work at Rocky’s but she promised him another night or two next week. She had no choice. She would have to go back there next week. The money was just too good to pass up, and Rocky had been very supportive as well. She’d deal with making decisions tomorrow.

* * * *

The rain was pounding down and Kenny could hardly see out of the windshield. He pulled along the side road that led to the main road to the ranch, and suddenly there was someone in front of him. He pulled toward the middle of the road and rolled down the side window. It was Lena, dressed in a hooded sweatshirt, drenched and riding her bike in the rain.

“Lena! Lena do you want a ride?” he asked her, and she shook her head.

“Damn stubborn woman!” he yelled but followed her until she was safely at her cottage. He got out of the truck and ran toward her front porch.

They stood under the overhang, and she began to take off her shoes.

“You rode all the way here from Rocky’s on a bike?” he questioned her, and she ignored him as she pulled off her sweats and then her sweatshirt. She was shivering and only wearing that stupid tank top and short miniskirt.

“Get inside before you get sick,” he reprimanded.

She unlocked the door and was about to close it on him.

“Let me in, Lena. I want to talk to you.”

She looked a bit scared, so Kenny softened his expression, and that seemed to make her realize that he wouldn’t hurt her.

“I’ve had a long night Kenny. I just want to shower and go to bed.”

“You look upset. I can’t believe you rode your bike home in this weather. I would have given you a ride. I want to make sure that you’re okay.”

She shrugged her shoulders, appearing defeated and let him in. He didn’t like the feeling in his gut. Something seemed wrong.

* * * *

Lena was shaking. How come he wasn’t yelling at her and telling her that she was never going back to Rocky’s? Did he not get the call from the bar? With her luck, Derrick and his creepy friends would probably press charges against her. She wasn’t as upset and angry as she was when she first left the bar. The ride on the bike in the pouring rain had cleared her head. It was crazy how a ride on her bike in the rain washed away the anger she initially felt from being attacked. She pushed her wet strands of hair behind her back.

“Go get something warm and dry on. I’ll wait here.”

She hesitated, worryi

ng that he might not be who he seemed.

“I promise to not come in after you. I’ll go sit in the living room.”

It was as if he read her mind. Lena walked to her room, closed the door, and locked it. She quickly got undressed then changed into a pair of shorts, a tank top then grabbed another short sweatshirt that landed shy of her waist. It was old and had shrunk over the years. When she opened the door, there was Kenny sitting on her couch waiting for her.