The Undeserved Series, page 1
The ‘Undeserved’ Series
by Yvonne Marrs
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Copyright © Yvonne Marrs 2018
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Undeserved Book 1
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Copyright © Yvonne Marrs 2018
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Copyright Page
The Undeserved Series
Undeserved | Book 2
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Undeserved | Book 3 | All rights reserved. | Copyright © Yvonne Marrs 2019
Undeserved 4 | The Final eBook in the Undeserved series. | All rights reserved. | Copyright © Yvonne Marrs 2020
Books by Yvonne Marrs
Chapter 1
"Ah, relax," Fletch told her, putting a drink in a plastic cup into Bobbie's hand. "We deserve a treat. We'll hit the books later." He took her chin in his hand, leaning in close to steal a kiss. "Don't be so uptight."
"I’m not." Bobbie replied defensively. "I just want to do well in the exams."
Fletch nodded. "We all do." He nodded at her, taking her arm and raising it to encourage her. "Drink."
Bobbie eyed the liquid suspiciously; Fletch hadn't noticed, putting music on and turning up the volume. Just then the doorbell went, and he was gone.
Sniffing the liquid, she couldn't detect anything more than Coca-cola, although whether it was the real stuff or a cheaper brand she wasn't sure. Not that she was fussy. She had a sip, detecting nothing; so she took a mouthful, and nearly choked. Ugh. It did have alcohol in it.
Loud noise declared more than one person had arrived. Fletch's parents were away for a week, and Bobbie had gone to his house for a peaceful study session. This was their seventh such session; Fletch was top of the class in every subject, and Ann and Harry had been more than happy for her to study with him while the twins grew noisier and more restless.
"Turn it up!" One young man came in and went straight to the music system, cranking up the volume so that everyone had to shout over it to be heard.
As host, Fletch fulfilled everyone's drink requests: as a result, leaving her for quite a while on her own. Looking through the crowd, she realised she knew none of them. Only in the last two weeks had their relationship bloomed: she loved the way her head spun when he kissed her.
He had laughed, but kindly she thought, when she answered his question that he was her first boyfriend: shocked when he told her that he’d been with twenty girls before her. He had an overactive imagination, probably the real number was four - or so she told herself.
"Hey babe," he flopped onto the sofa beside her, eyeing her almost full cup, "why aren't you drinking? It'll help you relax. You need to relax."
"I don't drink." She hissed, shrugging off his arm around her.
His smile was lazy. "Maybe you should start."
"Maybe you should back off." Bobbie got to her feet, struggling against his arms around her.
Being an over six foot tall sportsman, Fletch had strength on his side: he scooped her up, carrying her through the house to his parents’ bedroom, kicking the door shut behind them.
"Let me go!" Bobbie had been yelling in his ear the whole time, kicking out and squirming, trying to escape. Nobody in the assembled throng had heard; or if they had, they hadn't taken any notice.
Ungracefully, Fletch dropped her onto the bed amongst his guest's coats, pinning her down before she had a moment to move.
"You'll be wanting a drink after this." He gave a wolfish grin. "I like it when girls play hard to get, it makes the chase so much wilder."
One arm across her chest, Bobbie couldn't move, hardly able to breathe as he yanked her jeans and underwear down in one move, throwing them across the room. Then he undid his belt, loosening his own jeans. Straddling her, she could see his erection was straining to be set free from his boxer shorts. Heart pounding against her ribs, she knew what was going to happen next.
Last week, she had admitted to him that she was waiting for the right man to lose her virginity to: he had laughed and called her old fashioned, kissing her in that magical way. So this was it: no romance; no intimacy; nothing special. This was the complete opposite of how she had dreamed it would be.
"Are you ready for me, babe?" His eyes were glistening dangerously. "Cos I'm ready for you."
Panic caught in her throat: squeezing her eyes shut and desperately trying to think of a way out, Bobbie tensed.
"The more you tense, the more it will hurt." He told her. "If you'd had a drink, you wouldn't refuse."
"No." Her voice was no louder than a whisper.
He shifted so that he had her arms outstretched, pinning each wrist with each hand, her arms above her head. She clamped her thighs together.
"Don't you want me? Aren't I special enough for you?" He mocked.
Bobbie bit her lip, feeling her legs begin to shake and weaken.
Lying across her, he kissed her fiercely. Before she knew it, he had tied her wrists to the bedpost. Now she was helpless. Fletch now had both hands free: pulling her t-shirt up and her bra down allowed him to fondle her breasts, stroking her body, down to her hips; then he forced her knees apart.
"No!" She cried out louder. "Stop! Please!"
Arrangements in place, Ann had the car and was going to pick them up, while Harry headed to the house with the boys.
Having completely forgotten about Charlotte and Mike as he arrived, Harry did his best to hide his surprise. He'd never actually met Mike, but had heard both Charlotte and Nicole talk of him often. The ringing of Charlotte's phone interrupted their conversation.
Glancing at it with the intention of turning it off, Charlotte was surprised to see it was Nicole: she answered immediately.
Sorrowfully, Nicole was shaking her head. They could all hear Aiden's pained moans in the background. "We're not coming home."
"What's going on?" Harry asked, thankful Charlotte had put the call on speaker.
"Char," Nicole's voice broke.
"Hang on Nic, I'm coming."
"We're coming." Mike corrected, sharing a small smile with Charlotte.
By now Nicole’s tears were flowing thick and fast down her cheeks.
"It's his chest, isn't it?" Charlotte read her mind. Nicole nodded and Aiden groaned. "Poor soul, oh Aiden." Charlotte frowned. "Hang on to Nic for us. We'll be with you soon."
Painfully, Aiden moaned. His words were too quiet for them to hear, but Nicole did. She hung up so as to devote her full attention to him.
"Ann?" Harry rang her phone, relieved when she answered. "How bad is he?"
Charlotte and Mike had already left.
Harry watched Ann hook him up to the oxygen - that was a bad sign. "Dad, hang on, I'm coming too." He spoke before Ann had even answered his question, knowing the answer.
Chapter 2
The door flew open as a tall, young man stormed in. "Get off her, you animal!"
Bobbie recognised Daniel, the quiet student in almost every one of her classes. He always sat at the front of the class, and his results put him in the top bracket where Bobbie, Fletch and several others were.
He was so quiet, hardly anyone knew anything about him. He wasn't into sports, neither was he with the 'in' crowd. He always had a packed lunch and sat by himself in the canteen, reading a book while he ate. He wasn't bothered by the lone wolf branding the others gave him.
Daniel dragged Fletch away from her, giving Bobbie the chance to aim a well placed kick at Fletch's bulging boxers, which poleaxed him on the floor. Closing her eyes, adrenaline flooding through her, Bobbie was aware as Fletch slunk out of the room, Daniel put something over her. Now at the head of the bed, he was freeing her from her bonds.
"Don't move or I might cut you." He told her softly.
She nodded, biting her tongue.
Within seconds, she was free: automatically, she rubbed her wrists, although they weren't sore. Looking down, she saw he had covered her modesty with a jacket from the pile on the bed; blushing furiously, she realised what Daniel must have seen.
Retrieving her clothes, he placed them beside her before then turning his back on her. "I won't watch while you dress, but I'm not going to leave in case he comes back."
Bobbie shuddered, wanting to cry. "T-t-thank y-you." She stuttered.
"Then we're getting out of here." He continued.
Bobbie's eyes widened, but he couldn't see her reaction still with his back to her.
"I'll take you home, or anywhere you want to go." His voice was calm and it soothed Bobbie's ragged nerves.
Emotion and fright washed over her then. The acrid taste rose up her throat; she was suddenly, violently sick - over the coats, over the bed, over the floor, but fortunately not on her clothes.
"Bobbie!" Fearfully, he turned around to move to her side. "I'd get you water, but..."
"It's okay." She whispered. Wiping her mouth with a handful of tissues he passed her, she left
Daniel turned around again so that she could dress in privacy. Her hands shook so much it took twice as long to get ready, but eventually she cleared her throat and he took his cue to turn around.
"Are you... Did... Can you walk?" He asked her awkwardly.
Bobbie nodded, her voice lost. Stepping carefully through the mess, she followed him out of the house and into the fresh air. Taking several deep breaths, tears clouded her vision.
"I have water in the car." Daniel nodded towards an old beat up Fiat.
"My bag..." She swallowed hard.
"Where is it? In the lounge?"
She nodded. "By the sofa."
"I'll get it." He gave her a gentle smile. "Once I know you're okay." He walked towards the car, unlocking it and reaching inside for the bottle. "It's only tap water, but perfectly drinkable." Passing it to her, his eyes searched her face. "Would it be too weird if I asked you to sit in the car and lock the doors? I won't be long, then we'll go."
Bobbie's mouth fell open. Was this a trap?
"That came out wrong." Daniel shook his head. "I'll give you the keys. I'm only going to leave you long enough to get your bag, then we're going."
Relieved, she nodded. Daniel was a good one: she was safe. He'd rescued her.
"Are you sure you're not hurt?" He asked gently.
To her dismay, tears trickled down her pale cheeks.
"Don't cry." He squatted in front of her as she sank into the passenger seat of his car. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner." He shook his head.
She looked up at him then. "How did you..." Her voice dried up.
"I'll explain later, the sooner we're out of here the better." Passing over his phone, he told her to ring whoever she wanted, only leaving when he saw her lock the doors.
Daniel was back in a flash, and with her bag intact, much to her relief. She unlocked the door, seeing him draw near. As he got in, he passed over her bag and accepted the keys back from her.
"Did you have some water?"
Bobbie nodded.
"Did you call home?" He asked, starting the engine.
She shook her head, feeling more tears build.
"Bobbie, do I need to take you to the hospital?" He asked after a few minutes of silent driving.
"No." Her voice was a croak.
"The police then." Daniel shook his head. "He won't get away with this."
Tears cascaded down her face. How could he...! How could she have been so wrong about him?
"They will expel him." He continued. "You'll be protected." She sniffed, wiping her face roughly with the backs of her hands. "Is there anyone you can call?"
Shaking her head, Bobbie leant back against the headrest.
"Are you feeling okay?" Daniel's voice was concerned, especially as she hadn’t vocally answered him.
"Stupid." Bobbie whispered. "Naive." She shook her head.
"No Bobbie, it wasn't your fault." He corrected her. "You’re the innocent one here."
She sniffed back more tears, aware that they were now driving into town, no doubt for the police station as Daniel had suggested. Her resolve crumbled: taking her phone from her bag, she dialled Ann's number.
Answering almost immediately, Ann saw her tearstained face and knew something had happened. "Bobbie, what's wrong?"
Bobbie broke down completely then.
"Bobbie, talk to me." Ann stepped out of the room, glad that Harry hadn't yet arrived. "Where are you? Who's with you?"
Bobbie couldn't speak for crying.
Ann's frustration showed in her face. "Bobbie, please. Where are you? I'll come and get you." She paused. "Your Dad isn't here yet, but Charlotte is. I can leave Papa, he's safe, Nicole is here too. The doctor isn't letting him home, he's not well enough."
Bobbie nodded. She should think of her poor Papa, but she could only think about herself, still reeling in shock.
Within ten minutes of their arrival, Aiden's rest was cut short: much as it had been all night. It seemed even a decent rest was too much to ask for...
"Aiden, take it easy." Charlotte warned him, seeing he was waking.
"I'm right here, honey." Nicole kissed his cheek, her gaze split between his pale face and the stats on the machines he was attached to. "It's alright Ady, I've got you." She kissed him again, squeezing his hand.
On his other side, Charlotte and Mike were doing the same: holding his hand and reassuring him.
"Nice and easy, honey. We've got you on the oxygen to help your chest." Nicole told him as Aiden moaned. "You're okay, honey. I know you don't feel well."
"Dad?" Harry came in then with the boys, Christian taking over rocking the buggy back and forth while Harry went to Nicole's side, hugging her. "Dad, it's okay, we're here."
Briefly he wondered why Ann wasn't still there, but he didn't question it.
"What's going on?" He asked. "We were all set to come home."
Nicole shrugged. "I knew he wasn't right."
Harry could feel her shaking, and tightened his grip around her. "He's in the best place." He reminded her; Nicole nodded, tears clouding her vision.
Chapter 3
Ann tried to think back. "Weren't you with Fletch?"
Bobbie almost wailed as his name was spoken.
"Hi," Daniel cut in, "she's not alone, I'm in her classes. I'm Daniel."
Ann's heart thudded in her chest. "Daniel, what happened? Where are you taking her?"
"That sleaze tried to get her drunk and rape her. I stopped him in time." He briefly explained, barely able to keep a lid on the anger in his voice.
Ann's gasp was horrified. "Oh my God, Bobbie!" She shook herself. "Daniel, I'm at Eastbourne General, can you bring her to me please?"
"Ann," Bobbie shook her head, choking back her tears.
"I will." Daniel nodded, changing course when he was able to. "We'll be there in a few minutes."
"It's okay, sweetie. You'll soon be here. I'm so grateful Daniel was there." Ann told her.
Bobbie nodded her agreement.
"I'm waiting for you, Bobbie. I'm right here."
Bobbie tried to swallow the lump in her throat.
"It's alright, Bobbie. You've had a terrible fright, but it's alright now." Ann continued to soothe her.
"How could he?" She managed.
"...bastard..." Daniel muttered under his breath, although it was still audible to the two women.
"I know, Bobbie. I know." Ann soothed.
"I have an old silver Fiat, so you know what to look for." Daniel told Ann. "Where are you?"
"I've come away from the main building." Ann said. "I'm on the bench outside the Assessment Unit, to the right of A&E, do you know it?"
"I do." Daniel nodded. "We'll see you soon."
Ann nodded. "Thank you Daniel. You are our hero."
He blushed uncomfortably.
Bobbie tried to pull herself together, knowing they were almost there. The second she saw Ann, she broke down again.
"Bobbie! Oh sweetie!" Ann opened the door, immediately hugging her tightly.
Bobbie sobbed against her shoulder; Ann briefly looked across at Daniel in the driver's seat, seeing he looked a little lost for words.
"I should park, if we're staying here." He said into the silence.
"You can go, you don't have to stay." Ann told him, thanking him again.
Daniel looked horrified. "I'm not leaving until I know she's okay."
Ann nodded. "Let's sit here until Daniel comes back."
Bobbie nodded, undoing her seat belt with shaky hands before clambering out of the car with equally shaky legs.
Automatically, Ann had her arm around her, steadying her, guiding her to sit and sitting beside her on the wooden bench. There were a million questions in her head, but she needed to start with the basics. Wrapping Bobbie in her arms, Ann debated where to begin.
Several minutes later, Daniel joined Ann and Bobbie on the bench. "He'll pay for this." His quiet voice was angry.
Ann looked up at him, giving him a small smile: she felt the same, and she would ensure that it would happen. "Bob, are you sure you don't need to be checked out?" She was rubbing Bobbie's back soothingly, her other arm around her waist.
Bobbie shook her head; she had been drinking in the comfort Ann was giving her, knowing that she had done the right thing calling her.
"He will be reported." Daniel said with vehement.
Silently, Bobbie nodded.
