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And now we've reached the end of this storyline. It's been a blast to do, and Rebecca, while having some faults I didn't like, was fun to write. I have another little series in the works, but I'm gonna take more than one week (max of three) off before I start posting it weekly. Mainly to catch up on some other stuff. Doesn't mean I'll stop posting other writing in the meantime, just nothing that will be a scheduled release until those weeks are up.

Thank you all for reading, I hope you enjoyed.", "writing": "Rebecca tried to call him first. The message didn't get past a single ring before he hung up. She did it again, getting the same response and a new text.\n\n`It's not safe to call me. Meet me at the gym tomorrow morning.'\n\nShe felt a growl build up in her gut. Not safe? She'd been nearly raped by three men in masks, and the police were looking for him. They had plenty of chances to be safe. Why now? Rebecca's hand started to hurt with how tight she gripped the screen. Now, of all times, he had to text her and it was with instructions. Not concerned with how she was doing, or over what happened. \n\nJust instructions. \n\n``Somethin the matter?'' Amethyst asked, her hand resting on the pitbull's shoulder. Rebecca smiled, ``Oh, you know, news. I really should just avoid looking at modern events, gets me on edge.'' She lied. Her first actual lie to Amethyst, and soon to Helga. Rebecca didn't know why she lied. Maybe she didn't want them to know about her dad texting her. Or maybe she wanted to bury it all under the bus and toss her phone in the garbage. Could Helga get her a new phone? She shook her head, too much to ask. And if she became a full slave she probably didn't need a phone.\n\nThe message ran through her head throughout the rest of the night. From pizza, to when they all cuddled up on the couch to watch the original Robocop per Helga's recommendations, to when they all went to bed. Eyes following the ceiling fan's rotating blades as she thought again and again about the message. \n\nShe should tell the cops. Grabbing the phone and began dialing 911 only to stop at the third number. Was it right to call the police on her father? If her dad wanted to speak with her, he'd dislike the cops messing with their conversation. That and Rebecca wasn't the biggest fan of the police. Back home they had a nasty habit of seeing her as a problem waiting to happen. Pitbulls weren't known for their cheery dispositions, something her pacifism constantly fought with.\n\nRebecca stared back at the message. It was probably him telling her they had to leave. If he'd suggested it a month ago, she'd have been fine. She looked back down the hallway, where her `owners' were sleeping. The terrier didn't want to leave them. For the first time in a long time, she was excited for the next day with them and not because of some hopeful fantasy in her mind. She wanted to be with them, wanted to wear a collar from both of them around her neck. That's what she could tell her dad. \n\nShe started texting it, then stopped. He wouldn't accept it through a text. No, he'd keep bugging her about it over and over until she'd block his number. He probably wouldn't stop then. No, she needed to tell him to his face. \n\nShe put her phone away and closed her eyes. She'd do it tomorrow before anyone knew she was gone. But she'll leave a note, just in case.\n\n***\n\nHelga yawned as her alarm went off. Reaching over Amethyst, the hog turned it off and set about her morning routine. Much to Amethyst's dismay.\n\n``We really need a new gym for you,'' she groaned as Helga shifted the bed.\n\n``I don't know, I think I like getting up this early. You could join me and Rebecca for a run, maybe wake you up faster?''\n\nAmethyst took Helga's pillow and rolled over, sandwiching herself between the two cushions and answering with silence as she tried to fall back asleep. Helga pulled the pillow off to give her a little forehead kiss before she went off to brush her teeth. The hog smiled back at her reflection. While she hadn't gotten rid of all the extra fat she'd built up, the morning runs had helped slim her down. Now if only she could burn it in the stomach specifically. Sadly, such methods were either beyond her knowledge or a scam she didn't want to waste money on.\n\n``Morning, Rebecca,'' Helga said, making her way to the living room and pulling a green windbreaker over her head. No answer came from the pup, nor did she appear when Helga reached the couch. Instead of the messy sheets of a pull out bed that Helga planned to have Rebecca take better care of, she saw the couch folded in. The sun wasn't up, but no lights in the house were on so clearly she wasn't in the house. \n\nHelga flipped on the kitchen light to check. Dogs were generally better at seeing in the dark than pigs, so maybe the girl was waiting in the kitchen. The empty table proved her wrong. ``Where the hell...'' her nerves were on the edge of her voice as she searched through the house, even knocking on the second bathroom. The dog was nowhere to be found. \n\nOn her second run through she found a note on the fridge door. \n\n[i]`Dear Helga and Amethyst. \n\nFirst, I want to thank you for accepting me into your home. I know you didn't have to do this, and my own crush on Amethyst made things awkward. I could tell. But despite this, you let me into your home, and I hope to repay that kindness one day.\n\nSecond, thank you for accepting me into your relationship. I've had fantasies about being submissive, but I'm just an outsider. Not only have you provided me a home, but you've also brought excitement into my life that I've been seeking. After I take care of this, I'm confident I'll be looking forward to every day with the two of you for as long as this lasts. \n\nAs for why I'm leaving this note. I just wanted to let you both know that I'm truly grateful for your hospitality, and I didn't want to worry either of you. Well, that and I didn't want to text you both and accidentally wake up you. I'll explain when I get home. Hell, I might get home before you read this.\n\nLove, your pup,\n\nRebecca.'[/i]\n\nHelga looked out the window. The sun was only now beginning to rise. Her heart sank as she read over the letter again. If Rebecca had hoped to be back before she read it, then she would have been back before now. Dialing her contact, Helga looked out the front window to see Rebecca on the horizon. It rang till voicemail, which Rebecca didn't have set up. \n\n`Where are you?' she texted. She was panicking. She had a right to panic. The police hadn't caught her attackers, and they hadn't found her father either. The dog was out there, alone and who knew where. \n\n``Amy!'' Helga shouted, racing back to the bedroom and shaking the vole from her sleep, ``Get up.''\n\nAmethyst gave a sleepy blink to the pig, ``What?''\n\n``Rebecca's gone.''\n\n``Huh?'' she asked, her eyes slowly widening to what Helga meant, ``Where is she?''\n\n``I don't know,'' she handed her the letter, ``Where do you think she'd go?''\n\nThe vole shot out of bed, indigo eyes open in panic as she read the paper, ``Um...probably her dad's apartment. Or the gym? Maybe the park? I don't know,'' she haphazardly grabbed clothes from her drawers, ``We need to call the police.''\n\nHelga nodded, pulling out her phone and typing up a mass text. She didn't expect many to respond given how early it was, but any coming would help. ``You do that, and check her apartment.'' she said while grabbing her keys.\n\n``Sure I-wait, where are you going? And who are you texting?''\n\n``The gym. She might be there. And I'm asking Tabitha and the rest of the gang for help''\n\nAmethyst grabbed Helga's hand, ``You're going to just roll up to where she might be with a gang of bikers? You'll scare her.''\n\n``Only fair, she's scaring me right now,'' she said with a grim tone, ``She might not even be there, but given what she's been through, I'd like some backup just in case while I'm checking it out. I need you to call the police.'' she said, giving Amethyst a heavy kiss before racing out the door and starting her bike. The rubber hit the pavement hard as her engine roared out of the garage. Her eyes focused on finding the missing pitbull, her heart held out for her safety, and her knuckles turned white at the thought of Rebecca in danger.\n\n***\n\n``Thank you for the ride,'' Rebecca said as she got out of her Uber driver's passenger seat. The goat drove off without a word, not that she'd like the conversation. It would've just padded out this next step, something she wanted to be done as soon as possible. \n\nAn imaginary noose coiled around her neck as she looked over the gym, `Brawling Boxer's' a name her father picked and she despised. No, she despised everything about it. The smell of leather mixed in with sweat of working out, the sound of punching bags being hit over and over, each day there with a constant focus on training to be a better fighter. Since her...attack and her father's disappearance, it had been closed down, with only a few strips of yellow tape acting as a barrier from the outside world. Even the front door glass was still broken from...she took a deep breath and headed inside.\n\nTechnically in the event of her father missing, she owned it. But she didn't even know what she'd do with it since the dog never expected to own a building. Thinking about it, Rebecca didn't know what she wanted to do with her life after fighting. Going to college seemed like a good start, but she had neither the funds nor the career goals to really push herself to do it. Maybe she could study medicine. She liked stitching up her dad's wounds enough as a kid, the only memory of his fighting days she really liked. He'd actually stop moving and be quiet, congratulating her on saving him the cash from seeing an actual doctor. \n\nIn hindsight, he really should have been seeing a doctor.\n\nShards of glass cracked into smaller pieces as she walked past the police tape. While the sun was finally starting to shine, its light hadn't reached the corners of the gym just yet. What light did pierce through the windows left shadows throughout the building, blanketing it in darkness that she tried to remove with a lightswitch. No power. Either the police cut the power, or they didn't pay their electric bill. \n\nStepping deeper inside, she heard the tempo of fists on leather and chains rattling. Her father stood in the middle of the gym floor, striking away at a gym bag like he used to. It'd been a year or so since she'd seen him work one. He still had the right form, not giving a single wasted movement with each jab. It was almost like he never retired.\n\nHe never did tell her why he retired. \n\nA swift glance over to her pushed him out of his trance. He smiled, ``Bout time you showed up, Becca. Was getting antsy.'' Terry stopped his strikes and opened his arms for a big hug. Rebecca didn't step closer.\n\nHer eyes sifted through the gym. None of the other equipment had been touched since she was last here. Even the mud stains from her attempted rapist were still there, hardened over time to cake on the mat. Hugging herself to hold back the shivers, she looked to her dad, ``So, did you forget to pay the electric bill?'' \n\n``Pssh,'' he waved her off, ``They charge too much anyway. Figured a town like this would be cheaper, but to my surprise, the landlord is still a greedy ass and so's the electric company.'' He stepped closer, she stepped back. The frown across his face hurt, but she knew something was wrong. He called her out of the blue, couldn't be contacted when the police looked for him, and now they were to meet here? This was a dumb idea.\n\n``Something wrong, baby girl?'' her father asked, looking crestfallen at his child.\n\n``Where were you when the police found me?'' she asked, ``They told me they couldn't reach you.''\n\n``Oh,'' he smiled, ``Oh that. No, I was out of town. Scheduling your next fight.''\n\n``My next fight?'' She asked, fists clenching, ``I almost get raped and you're too busy looking for my next fight than to talk with the police?!''\n\n``I...'' Terry closed his mouth and gulped, cycling his fingers to help rewind what he said to her, ``Sorry, that came out wrong. Let me explain.''\n\n``No,'' she said turning around and walking off, ``I don't care.'' \n\n``Becca, baby girl, listen,'' he reached for her hand, ``I had my phone off during the meetings. I needed my full focus. When I saw my messages I one hundred percent, swear on your mother's grave, called the police, and talked with them.''\n\n``Then why call me now?'' she pulled her hand back, ``It's been a week! Where were you?!''\n\n``I was taking care of some things,'' he said, scratching the back of his head, ``Had to sell some things, make moving plans.''\n\n``Moving?'' her heart sank, ``W-where? Why?''\n\n``Well, your fight is back in New York. So I figured we'd just move back there. There's much better competition there, and you're tough enough to climb to the top so-''\n\n``No,'' she said again, ``No. Fuck no. I'm not fighting anymore.''\n\nThe last part looked like it confused more than hurt, ``What? Becca, honey, you're a fighter. We're fighters. It's what we do. It's our nature.''\n\n``It's not my nature,'' she growled, ``I hate fighting. I've always hated fighting. I'm a goddamn pacifist and yet you don't care.''\n\n``Oh, so you're gonna give me that pacifist crap? You can't make money off of pacifism!'' \n\n ``I don't have to!'' she shot her arms up, ``I can just get a normal job,'' she pointed both arms to her father, ``You can just get a normal job. We don't need to fight. You can, for all I care. But I like it here. I'm done with fighting.''\n\nA smile formed from the shock on his face, ``Oh...I see what this is,'' he waged his finger in front of her, ``You got to first base with that vole.''\n\n``Dad...oh my god,'' she blushed, ``This isn't about that...ok this isn't mostly about that.''\n\n``I get that she's a cutie, but you'll find more in an actual city. I know of a few ladies back in New York who could tell you of some dyke bars to hit up after training.''\n\nHe wasn't listening. Her father never listened. No matter what she said, he just twisted it against her to find some way to justify his action or view to her. It worked a lot. Too many times for her to count if she tried. It's why she fell into the ring in the first place, why she had to split off to be Becca so she could avoid her own hypocrisy. She clenched her fists, Becca died the night those men came. And right now, Rebecca didn't care if her father went under.\n\n``I'm staying here,'' she said, ``I'll get my own place and a job if I have to. I'm old enough to try.''\n\nHe shook his head, ``Nah ah. You're my daughter. You're coming home with me to fight like we talked about.''\n\n``I'm a pacifist.''\n\n``No, you're not.''\n\n``Yes, I-'' he clocked her before she could finish. White knuckles slamming into her cheek, enough to send an untrained person to the mat. She stood, barely holding herself up as she looked at him with tears in her eyes. \n\n``Yes,'' he said with a cold gaze and fists raised, ``You are.''\n\nShe didn't swing back. Didn't talk back either. All the pitbull did was stand straight and stare down her old man. He threw another punch. She didn't fall. Another. She stood tall. After a bloody nose and a black eye, he started going for her gut. She knew how to dodge, she knew he knew she could dodge. Rebecca wouldn't dodge and she wouldn't fight back. If he was going to kill her, then he'd kill a pacifist. \n\nNot a fighter. That was her fight.\n\n***\n\nHelga did not like the look of the van parked outside of the gym. Her knuckles turned white while turning her bike down to the building. She didn't feel any texts back from her friends when she was driving, and given the nature of a motorcycle, the pig couldn't exactly call them. She was walking headfirst into a potentially big danger, something that even in her reckless prime she'd had been more careful about. Back then she'd wait for backup or carry a little extra protection.\n\nSadly Rebecca's fate was too unknown a factor to risk with time. And she stopped carrying a gun a long time ago.\n\nTaking a parking space on the side of the building, Helga walked up to find three big dogs stepping out of the van, followed by a squirrel Helga didn't expect to see ever again. From the surprise on his face, the feeling was mutual. \n\n``Helga Foley,'' Ronnie said, hands in his sportscoat as he stepped up with his thugs, ``Last time I saw you, I was on the floor with a bloody nose.''\n\n``Told you not to insult my friend. Tabs didn't have my restraint.'' \n\n``Well as the leader, you're supposed to keep your people in check,'' the squirrel said. With a snap of a finger, the three goons surrounded Helga. Not too close that she could feel their breath, but close enough to know that if Helga tried anything funny with Ronnie, she'd be getting tackled. ``So, what are you doing here?''\n\n``Going to the gym,'' she said, ``What are you doing here, Ronnie? Long way from New York. You're not thinking about setting up shop where I live, are you?''\n\nThe squirrel smiled, not that she could tell if he was finding the idea ridiculous or inviting, ``No,'' he shook his head, ``I'm too much of a city squirrel to enjoy it here. I'm just here to settle an old debt.''\n\n``Who?''\n\n``None of your business,'' he sneers, ``You best be going now. Gym's closed.''\n\nHelga didn't move, ``Is the girl involved?''\n\nRonnie's silence was her answer. She peeked through the gaps between the thugs to look out the road, hoping to see a sign calvary over the horizon. None came. Sighing, she looked back at Ronnie and said, ``Cut your losses and leave.''\n\nThe shorter squirrel gave a smug little grin, ``And why would I do that?''\n\n``Cause if you don't, I'm going to make you pick your teeth off the ground,'' she whispered.\n\n``Hrist wouldn't have used that as a threat,'' he whispered back, ``She'd have already done it.''\n\n``Then as a favor from an old friend.''\n\n``We were never friends. Barely business partners. My old man got shanked in prison after what you did to his operation.''\n\n``You hated your old man.''\n\nHe frowned, but nodded, ``I'll admit I didn't like the bastard, but I wanted him to live to see me run the business.''\n\n``Well maybe you should have paid better for his protection,'' she sneered, ``Cause he had a lot of enemies.''\n\nHe nods, ``True, true. And I got lots of stuff to do today,'' he says as he checks his watch, ``Look, I'm only out here so I can give Terry the sweet courtesy of saying goodbye to his daughter. After that-''\n\n``After that, you keep her out of this, right?'' she asked.\n\nRonnie's expression said otherwise, ``After that, I'm taking them both. Terry owes me a lot, and after doing the math, selling me his daughter ain't gonna pay it out.''\n\nHelga snorted aggressively, ``He did what?''\n\n``Yeah, he's a piece of shit. One who's liver will make a decent buck on the market. Out of respect for our...history, I'll let you leave and never come back to this nice town of yours. But not without the girl and her pop in a doggy-bag.''\n\n``Boss that's a little-'' Ronnie raised his hand to shut the dog up. If he hadn't, Helga might have started strangling the little bastard because in her growing rage she forgot the three dogs surrounding her. The pig knew Rebecca was in danger, but this was worse than she had imagined. She should have seen it earlier, with the ski mask and heavy clothes that surrounded the terrier before, and how quick the dropped when the police were contacted. \n\nShe needed a plan. Something to get rid of the three thugs and bring Ronnie down. Worse comes to worst, she might be able to snap his neck before they can pull her off. Helga had never done it before and had actively made a point to avoid killing people, but she at least knew the mechanics of it. Somewhat. Even if she succeeded, she probably wouldn't be walking away.\n\nHelga stared out to the horizon, hoping again to find some salvation to her situation. She smiled, ``No.''\n\n``No?'' Ronnie chuckled, ``Are you gonna make me ask about your-'' he stopped talking as the engines roared in the distance. Turning around, Ronnie saw what Helga did. Two baggers, and two bikes, one of which being an obnoxiously loud chopper, headed on down to the gym. Tabitha was already sporting a baseball bat as she pulled off her bike, the wolverine looking particularly pissed off at the whole affair.\n\n``Helga, the fuck did you get yourself into to wake me from my beauty sleep?''\n\n``You can't sleep off your sad excuse for a face,'' Helga joked as the rest of the Frel's Valkyries stepped out of their vehicles, each carrying some weapon. Allison, in particular, looked out of place, with the rabbit dressed like a soccer mom but holding her knife as though she'd been using it every day. The pig took one more look at Ronnie, already calculating his odds, and said, ``This is a nice town. Sure, the bikers that come through here like to get rowdy, and we got our fair share of assholes, but I like it here. So you are going to cut your losses and leave. Is that clear?''\n\n``Crystal, Hrist.'' he growled. \n\n***\n\n``Do you have any idea what you've cost me?'' Rebecca's father shouted as another strike landed, ``All that money wasted on diapers, all those nights I couldn't sleep because of your crying, and then there's the incessant complaining.'' \n\nBlood fresh in her nose, her left eye swollen, and on the floor, Rebecca didn't fight back. She'd started trying to block, duck and weave, but her father responded by striking harder and faster. The fighter inside screamed to throw a punch, a kick, something to get him to stop, but Rebecca shut Becca up. She wasn't going to be a fighter anymore, even if it killed her.\n\n``She said you'd be our precious joy,'' he started to cry with each punch, ``That you'd be proof I could be better. Instead, you took the one good person in my life away from me. The only person who saw me as anything more than scum, and you took her!''\n\nThe bitter pill of truth didn't hurt as much as Rebecca had expected. She always suspected her mother died giving birth to her, but her father was never exactly clear on it. The pitbull couldn't tell if that was to protect her feelings or to protect his own. Now that her father was pummeling her to death while screaming these truths down her throat, it seemed pretty clear why he didn't talk about it. \n\n``But...'' he started panting, standing over her with bloodied knuckles, ``You're gonna make it up to me,'' his boot pressed against her face, ``You're gonna go outside and meet your new employer, an old `friend' of mine named Ronnie. He's gonna put you through a lot of grueling work, Becca, and you're gonna do it all cause you owe me.''\n\nRebecca grit her teeth as he pulled her up by her shirt collar. She owed him? Did he really think he was the only one who suffered in this family? She didn't want to fight, didn't want to train at five in the morning, and drink raw eggs when girls her age were still sleeping. She didn't want to stay night after night hitting a bag of sand as she barely juggled schoolwork, meanwhile, other girls went on dates, talked with friends, or just spent time surfing the web like shut-ins. Overall having more of actual life than she ever did. \n\nAnd part of it was her own fault. She never stood up to her father about it, but he guilted her into fighting. Her fists tightened on how he'd rather her fight than just get some fucking employment at a supermarket or something. He had the audacity to think she owed him anything? No more.\n\n``So, Becca. You ready to pay your old man what's owed?'' he asked. She spat blood into his smiling face.\n\n``It's Rebecca.''\n\nHe didn't like that. She did, smiling wide as he raised his fist again to knock sense into her. Rebecca closed her eyes and waited for the strike.\n\nInstead, something rammed into both of them and she hit the mat. Opening her eyes, she saw a mountain of leather wailing against her father, greying black hair flipping in a frenzy as the hog swung like a madwoman against the pitbull's trained movements. \n\nThe surprise let Helga get a strike into his gut, but not enough to take him down. He drove his fist into her face, sending her stumbling a foot or two. Enough of a distraction for him to throw a left hook. Helga caught it sloppily, too many wasted movements in comparison to Terry as he backed off.\n\n``The fuck do you want?'' he asked, ``The fuck are you even doing here?''\n\nHelga wiped some of the blood from her face, a sour expression that made Rebecca's fur stand on end. The pig didn't speak. She brought her fists up and slowly made her way closer to the boxing pitbull. Each step became more precise and practiced as her movements tightened. \n\n``This is a family matter, pig! So stay the fu-'' Helga threw her fist before he finished. She didn't hit, with Terry weaving through just in time, but she didn't stop either. Following through with another punch, as he swerved around her. She swept her leg, only for him to jump over it and throw a punch to her liver. Helga deflected, then grabbed the arm like a brawler and pulled him in. Terry covered his head, leaving his gut open for a knee slam. When he balked, she slammed her head into his.\n\nLocking his arms in hers, she continuously headbutted the pitbull until Rebecca heard his jaw crack. He slumped to the floor as she let go, having lost consciousness somewhere through the beating. Helga looked over to Rebecca, face a bloody and bruised mess. She shivered as the hog walked over to her, holding her hand out in fear of what might come.\n\nThe stocky woman wrapped her arms around the terrier, holding her tight. Rebecca could feel Helga's heartbeat shake her core. She fought for her. This woman that Rebecca barely knew, who let her into her home when she had nowhere else to go and was open enough to bring her into a relationship between Amethyst and herself, had risked her own safety to save her life. \n\nTears streamed down her face. She'd never felt as loved as she did today.\n\n``Let it all out,'' Helga whispered as she embraced the terrier, ``I'll scold you later.''\n\n***\n\n``You should have had the cops come here!'' Amethyst argued while the paramedic bandaged Helga's wounds. The pig shook her head, ``Her home was the smarter choice. Given what we knew.''\n\nAmethyst's glare didn't lighten up, ``You should have asked them to check both. It's not like they couldn't spare.''\n\nOn that, Helga nodded. She winced as the medicine hitting her face stung, but it was far from the worst pain she'd received today. Rebecca was at her side, covered in a lot more bandages but refusing to leave for the hospital just yet. After what just happened in there, Helga couldn't blame the poor girl.\n\nAmethyst took to her other side as the medic left, leaning into the older pig's leather jacket, ``You can't keep doing stuff like this.''\n\n``She's done it before?'' Rebecca asked.\n\n``Yeah. I got kidnapped...it's a long story,'' Amethyst explained. They all looked over to Rebecca's father, pulled out on a gurney to an ambulance, handcuffed to the handles. Part of her was glad she didn't kill him, despite how much she wanted to. She couldn't afford prison time, not with these two with her.\n\n``I...'' Rebecca spoke up, voice quiet, ``I don't know what to do now.''\n\nHelga gave a relieved sigh as the dog said what they were all thinking, ``That's ok,'' she said, wrapping her arms around both her sub's necks like collars, ``We'll figure that out together.''\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Rebecca tried to call him first. The message didn't get past a single ring before he hung up. She did it again, getting the same response and a new text.

`It's not safe to call me. Meet me at the gym tomorrow morning.'

She felt a growl build up in her gut. Not safe? She'd been nearly raped by three men in masks, and the police were looking for him. They had plenty of chances to be safe. Why now? Rebecca's hand started to hurt with how tight she gripped the screen. Now, of all times, he had to text her and it was with instructions. Not concerned with how she was doing, or over what happened.

Just instructions.

``Somethin the matter?'' Amethyst asked, her hand resting on the pitbull's shoulder. Rebecca smiled, ``Oh, you know, news. I really should just avoid looking at modern events, gets me on edge.'' She lied. Her first actual lie to Amethyst, and soon to Helga. Rebecca didn't know why she lied. Maybe she didn't want them to know about her dad texting her. Or maybe she wanted to bury it all under the bus and toss her phone in the garbage. Could Helga get her a new phone? She shook her head, too much to ask. And if she became a full slave she probably didn't need a phone.

The message ran through her head throughout the rest of the night. From pizza, to when they all cuddled up on the couch to watch the original Robocop per Helga's recommendations, to when they all went to bed. Eyes following the ceiling fan's rotating blades as she thought again and again about the message.

She should tell the cops. Grabbing the phone and began dialing 911 only to stop at the third number. Was it right to call the police on her father? If her dad wanted to speak with her, he'd dislike the cops messing with their conversation. That and Rebecca wasn't the biggest fan of the police. Back home they had a nasty habit of seeing her as a problem waiting to happen. Pitbulls weren't known for their cheery dispositions, something her pacifism constantly fought with.

Rebecca stared back at the message. It was probably him telling her they had to leave. If he'd suggested it a month ago, she'd have been fine. She looked back down the hallway, where her `owners' were sleeping. The terrier didn't want to leave them. For the first time in a long time, she was excited for the next day with them and not because of some hopeful fantasy in her mind. She wanted to be with them, wanted to wear a collar from both of them around her neck. That's what she could tell her dad.

She started texting it, then stopped. He wouldn't accept it through a text. No, he'd keep bugging her about it over and over until she'd block his number. He probably wouldn't stop then. No, she needed to tell him to his face.

She put her phone away and closed her eyes. She'd do it tomorrow before anyone knew she was gone. But she'll leave a note, just in case.

***

Helga yawned as her alarm went off. Reaching over Amethyst, the hog turned it off and set about her morning routine. Much to Amethyst's dismay.

``We really need a new gym for you,'' she groaned as Helga shifted the bed.

``I don't know, I think I like getting up this early. You could join me and Rebecca for a run, maybe wake you up faster?''

Amethyst took Helga's pillow and rolled over, sandwiching herself between the two cushions and answering with silence as she tried to fall back asleep. Helga pulled the pillow off to give her a little forehead kiss before she went off to brush her teeth. The hog smiled back at her reflection. While she hadn't gotten rid of all the extra fat she'd built up, the morning runs had helped slim her down. Now if only she could burn it in the stomach specifically. Sadly, such methods were either beyond her knowledge or a scam she didn't want to waste money on.

``Morning, Rebecca,'' Helga said, making her way to the living room and pulling a green windbreaker over her head. No answer came from the pup, nor did she appear when Helga reached the couch. Instead of the messy sheets of a pull out bed that Helga planned to have Rebecca take better care of, she saw the couch folded in. The sun wasn't up, but no lights in the house were on so clearly she wasn't in the house.

Helga flipped on the kitchen light to check. Dogs were generally better at seeing in the dark than pigs, so maybe the girl was waiting in the kitchen. The empty table proved her wrong. ``Where the hell...'' her nerves were on the edge of her voice as she searched through the house, even knocking on the second bathroom. The dog was nowhere to be found.

On her second run through she found a note on the fridge door.

`Dear Helga and Amethyst.

First, I want to thank you for accepting me into your home. I know you didn't have to do this, and my own crush on Amethyst made things awkward. I could tell. But despite this, you let me into your home, and I hope to repay that kindness one day.

Second, thank you for accepting me into your relationship. I've had fantasies about being submissive, but I'm just an outsider. Not only have you provided me a home, but you've also brought excitement into my life that I've been seeking. After I take care of this, I'm confident I'll be looking forward to every day with the two of you for as long as this lasts.

As for why I'm leaving this note. I just wanted to let you both know that I'm truly grateful for your hospitality, and I didn't want to worry either of you. Well, that and I didn't want to text you both and accidentally wake up you. I'll explain when I get home. Hell, I might get home before you read this.

Love, your pup,

Rebecca.'

Helga looked out the window. The sun was only now beginning to rise. Her heart sank as she read over the letter again. If Rebecca had hoped to be back before she read it, then she would have been back before now. Dialing her contact, Helga looked out the front window to see Rebecca on the horizon. It rang till voicemail, which Rebecca didn't have set up.

`Where are you?' she texted. She was panicking. She had a right to panic. The police hadn't caught her attackers, and they hadn't found her father either. The dog was out there, alone and who knew where.

``Amy!'' Helga shouted, racing back to the bedroom and shaking the vole from her sleep, ``Get up.''

Amethyst gave a sleepy blink to the pig, ``What?''

``Rebecca's gone.''

``Huh?'' she asked, her eyes slowly widening to what Helga meant, ``Where is she?''

``I don't know,'' she handed her the letter, ``Where do you think she'd go?''

The vole shot out of bed, indigo eyes open in panic as she read the paper, ``Um...probably her dad's apartment. Or the gym? Maybe the park? I don't know,'' she haphazardly grabbed clothes from her drawers, ``We need to call the police.''

Helga nodded, pulling out her phone and typing up a mass text. She didn't expect many to respond given how early it was, but any coming would help. ``You do that, and check her apartment.'' she said while grabbing her keys.

``Sure I-wait, where are you going? And who are you texting?''

``The gym. She might be there. And I'm asking Tabitha and the rest of the gang for help''

Amethyst grabbed Helga's hand, ``You're going to just roll up to where she might be with a gang of bikers? You'll scare her.''

``Only fair, she's scaring me right now,'' she said with a grim tone, ``She might not even be there, but given what she's been through, I'd like some backup just in case while I'm checking it out. I need you to call the police.'' she said, giving Amethyst a heavy kiss before racing out the door and starting her bike. The rubber hit the pavement hard as her engine roared out of the garage. Her eyes focused on finding the missing pitbull, her heart held out for her safety, and her knuckles turned white at the thought of Rebecca in danger.

***

``Thank you for the ride,'' Rebecca said as she got out of her Uber driver's passenger seat. The goat drove off without a word, not that she'd like the conversation. It would've just padded out this next step, something she wanted to be done as soon as possible.

An imaginary noose coiled around her neck as she looked over the gym, `Brawling Boxer's' a name her father picked and she despised. No, she despised everything about it. The smell of leather mixed in with sweat of working out, the sound of punching bags being hit over and over, each day there with a constant focus on training to be a better fighter. Since her...attack and her father's disappearance, it had been closed down, with only a few strips of yellow tape acting as a barrier from the outside world. Even the front door glass was still broken from...she took a deep breath and headed inside.

Technically in the event of her father missing, she owned it. But she didn't even know what she'd do with it since the dog never expected to own a building. Thinking about it, Rebecca didn't know what she wanted to do with her life after fighting. Going to college seemed like a good start, but she had neither the funds nor the career goals to really push herself to do it. Maybe she could study medicine. She liked stitching up her dad's wounds enough as a kid, the only memory of his fighting days she really liked. He'd actually stop moving and be quiet, congratulating her on saving him the cash from seeing an actual doctor.

In hindsight, he really should have been seeing a doctor.

Shards of glass cracked into smaller pieces as she walked past the police tape. While the sun was finally starting to shine, its light hadn't reached the corners of the gym just yet. What light did pierce through the windows left shadows throughout the building, blanketing it in darkness that she tried to remove with a lightswitch. No power. Either the police cut the power, or they didn't pay their electric bill.

Stepping deeper inside, she heard the tempo of fists on leather and chains rattling. Her father stood in the middle of the gym floor, striking away at a gym bag like he used to. It'd been a year or so since she'd seen him work one. He still had the right form, not giving a single wasted movement with each jab. It was almost like he never retired.

He never did tell her why he retired.

A swift glance over to her pushed him out of his trance. He smiled, ``Bout time you showed up, Becca. Was getting antsy.'' Terry stopped his strikes and opened his arms for a big hug. Rebecca didn't step closer.

Her eyes sifted through the gym. None of the other equipment had been touched since she was last here. Even the mud stains from her attempted rapist were still there, hardened over time to cake on the mat. Hugging herself to hold back the shivers, she looked to her dad, ``So, did you forget to pay the electric bill?''  

``Pssh,'' he waved her off, ``They charge too much anyway. Figured a town like this would be cheaper, but to my surprise, the landlord is still a greedy ass and so's the electric company.'' He stepped closer, she stepped back. The frown across his face hurt, but she knew something was wrong. He called her out of the blue, couldn't be contacted when the police looked for him, and now they were to meet here? This was a dumb idea.

``Something wrong, baby girl?'' her father asked, looking crestfallen at his child.

``Where were you when the police found me?'' she asked, ``They told me they couldn't reach you.''

``Oh,'' he smiled, ``Oh that. No, I was out of town. Scheduling your next fight.''

``My next fight?'' She asked, fists clenching, ``I almost get raped and you're too busy looking for my next fight than to talk with the police?!''

``I...'' Terry closed his mouth and gulped, cycling his fingers to help rewind what he said to her, ``Sorry, that came out wrong. Let me explain.''

``No,'' she said turning around and walking off, ``I don't care.''

``Becca, baby girl, listen,'' he reached for her hand, ``I had my phone off during the meetings. I needed my full focus. When I saw my messages I one hundred percent, swear on your mother's grave, called the police, and talked with them.''

``Then why call me now?'' she pulled her hand back, ``It's been a week! Where were you?!''

``I was taking care of some things,'' he said, scratching the back of his head, ``Had to sell some things, make moving plans.''

``Moving?'' her heart sank, ``W-where? Why?''

``Well, your fight is back in New York. So I figured we'd just move back there. There's much better competition there, and you're tough enough to climb to the top so-''

``No,'' she said again, ``No. Fuck no. I'm not fighting anymore.''

The last part looked like it confused more than hurt, ``What? Becca, honey, you're a fighter. We're fighters. It's what we do. It's our nature.''

``It's not my nature,'' she growled, ``I hate fighting. I've always hated fighting. I'm a goddamn pacifist and yet you don't care.''

``Oh, so you're gonna give me that pacifist crap? You can't make money off of pacifism!''

 ``I don't have to!'' she shot her arms up, ``I can just get a normal job,'' she pointed both arms to her father, ``You can just get a normal job. We don't need to fight. You can, for all I care. But I like it here. I'm done with fighting.''

A smile formed from the shock on his face, ``Oh...I see what this is,'' he waged his finger in front of her, ``You got to first base with that vole.''

``Dad...oh my god,'' she blushed, ``This isn't about that...ok this isn't mostly about that.''

``I get that she's a cutie, but you'll find more in an actual city. I know of a few ladies back in New York who could tell you of some dyke bars to hit up after training.''

He wasn't listening. Her father never listened. No matter what she said, he just twisted it against her to find some way to justify his action or view to her. It worked a lot. Too many times for her to count if she tried. It's why she fell into the ring in the first place, why she had to split off to be Becca so she could avoid her own hypocrisy. She clenched her fists, Becca died the night those men came. And right now, Rebecca didn't care if her father went under.

``I'm staying here,'' she said, ``I'll get my own place and a job if I have to. I'm old enough to try.''

He shook his head, ``Nah ah. You're my daughter. You're coming home with me to fight like we talked about.''

``I'm a pacifist.''

``No, you're not.''

``Yes, I-'' he clocked her before she could finish. White knuckles slamming into her cheek, enough to send an untrained person to the mat. She stood, barely holding herself up as she looked at him with tears in her eyes.

``Yes,'' he said with a cold gaze and fists raised, ``You are.''

She didn't swing back. Didn't talk back either. All the pitbull did was stand straight and stare down her old man. He threw another punch. She didn't fall. Another. She stood tall. After a bloody nose and a black eye, he started going for her gut. She knew how to dodge, she knew he knew she could dodge. Rebecca wouldn't dodge and she wouldn't fight back. If he was going to kill her, then he'd kill a pacifist.

Not a fighter. That was her fight.

***

Helga did not like the look of the van parked outside of the gym. Her knuckles turned white while turning her bike down to the building. She didn't feel any texts back from her friends when she was driving, and given the nature of a motorcycle, the pig couldn't exactly call them. She was walking headfirst into a potentially big danger, something that even in her reckless prime she'd had been more careful about. Back then she'd wait for backup or carry a little extra protection.

Sadly Rebecca's fate was too unknown a factor to risk with time. And she stopped carrying a gun a long time ago.

Taking a parking space on the side of the building, Helga walked up to find three big dogs stepping out of the van, followed by a squirrel Helga didn't expect to see ever again. From the surprise on his face, the feeling was mutual.

``Helga Foley,'' Ronnie said, hands in his sportscoat as he stepped up with his thugs, ``Last time I saw you, I was on the floor with a bloody nose.''

``Told you not to insult my friend. Tabs didn't have my restraint.''

``Well as the leader, you're supposed to keep your people in check,'' the squirrel said. With a snap of a finger, the three goons surrounded Helga. Not too close that she could feel their breath, but close enough to know that if Helga tried anything funny with Ronnie, she'd be getting tackled. ``So, what are you doing here?''

``Going to the gym,'' she said, ``What are you doing here, Ronnie? Long way from New York. You're not thinking about setting up shop where I live, are you?''

The squirrel smiled, not that she could tell if he was finding the idea ridiculous or inviting, ``No,'' he shook his head, ``I'm too much of a city squirrel to enjoy it here. I'm just here to settle an old debt.''

``Who?''

``None of your business,'' he sneers, ``You best be going now. Gym's closed.''

Helga didn't move, ``Is the girl involved?''

Ronnie's silence was her answer. She peeked through the gaps between the thugs to look out the road, hoping to see a sign calvary over the horizon. None came. Sighing, she looked back at Ronnie and said, ``Cut your losses and leave.''

The shorter squirrel gave a smug little grin, ``And why would I do that?''

``Cause if you don't, I'm going to make you pick your teeth off the ground,'' she whispered.

``Hrist wouldn't have used that as a threat,'' he whispered back, ``She'd have already done it.''

``Then as a favor from an old friend.''

``We were never friends. Barely business partners. My old man got shanked in prison after what you did to his operation.''

``You hated your old man.''

He frowned, but nodded, ``I'll admit I didn't like the bastard, but I wanted him to live to see me run the business.''

``Well maybe you should have paid better for his protection,'' she sneered, ``Cause he had a lot of enemies.''

He nods, ``True, true. And I got lots of stuff to do today,'' he says as he checks his watch, ``Look, I'm only out here so I can give Terry the sweet courtesy of saying goodbye to his daughter. After that-''

``After that, you keep her out of this, right?'' she asked.

Ronnie's expression said otherwise, ``After that, I'm taking them both. Terry owes me a lot, and after doing the math, selling me his daughter ain't gonna pay it out.''

Helga snorted aggressively, ``He did what?''

``Yeah, he's a piece of shit. One who's liver will make a decent buck on the market. Out of respect for our...history, I'll let you leave and never come back to this nice town of yours. But not without the girl and her pop in a doggy-bag.''

``Boss that's a little-'' Ronnie raised his hand to shut the dog up. If he hadn't, Helga might have started strangling the little bastard because in her growing rage she forgot the three dogs surrounding her. The pig knew Rebecca was in danger, but this was worse than she had imagined. She should have seen it earlier, with the ski mask and heavy clothes that surrounded the terrier before, and how quick the dropped when the police were contacted.

She needed a plan. Something to get rid of the three thugs and bring Ronnie down. Worse comes to worst, she might be able to snap his neck before they can pull her off. Helga had never done it before and had actively made a point to avoid killing people, but she at least knew the mechanics of it. Somewhat. Even if she succeeded, she probably wouldn't be walking away.

Helga stared out to the horizon, hoping again to find some salvation to her situation. She smiled, ``No.''

``No?'' Ronnie chuckled, ``Are you gonna make me ask about your-'' he stopped talking as the engines roared in the distance. Turning around, Ronnie saw what Helga did. Two baggers, and two bikes, one of which being an obnoxiously loud chopper, headed on down to the gym. Tabitha was already sporting a baseball bat as she pulled off her bike, the wolverine looking particularly pissed off at the whole affair.

``Helga, the fuck did you get yourself into to wake me from my beauty sleep?''

``You can't sleep off your sad excuse for a face,'' Helga joked as the rest of the Frel's Valkyries stepped out of their vehicles, each carrying some weapon. Allison, in particular, looked out of place, with the rabbit dressed like a soccer mom but holding her knife as though she'd been using it every day. The pig took one more look at Ronnie, already calculating his odds, and said, ``This is a nice town. Sure, the bikers that come through here like to get rowdy, and we got our fair share of assholes, but I like it here. So you are going to cut your losses and leave. Is that clear?''

``Crystal, Hrist.'' he growled.

***

``Do you have any idea what you've cost me?'' Rebecca's father shouted as another strike landed, ``All that money wasted on diapers, all those nights I couldn't sleep because of your crying, and then there's the incessant complaining.''

Blood fresh in her nose, her left eye swollen, and on the floor, Rebecca didn't fight back. She'd started trying to block, duck and weave, but her father responded by striking harder and faster. The fighter inside screamed to throw a punch, a kick, something to get him to stop, but Rebecca shut Becca up. She wasn't going to be a fighter anymore, even if it killed her.

``She said you'd be our precious joy,'' he started to cry with each punch, ``That you'd be proof I could be better. Instead, you took the one good person in my life away from me. The only person who saw me as anything more than scum, and you took her!''

The bitter pill of truth didn't hurt as much as Rebecca had expected. She always suspected her mother died giving birth to her, but her father was never exactly clear on it. The pitbull couldn't tell if that was to protect her feelings or to protect his own. Now that her father was pummeling her to death while screaming these truths down her throat, it seemed pretty clear why he didn't talk about it.

``But...'' he started panting, standing over her with bloodied knuckles, ``You're gonna make it up to me,'' his boot pressed against her face, ``You're gonna go outside and meet your new employer, an old `friend' of mine named Ronnie. He's gonna put you through a lot of grueling work, Becca, and you're gonna do it all cause you owe me.''

Rebecca grit her teeth as he pulled her up by her shirt collar. She owed him? Did he really think he was the only one who suffered in this family? She didn't want to fight, didn't want to train at five in the morning, and drink raw eggs when girls her age were still sleeping. She didn't want to stay night after night hitting a bag of sand as she barely juggled schoolwork, meanwhile, other girls went on dates, talked with friends, or just spent time surfing the web like shut-ins. Overall having more of actual life than she ever did.

And part of it was her own fault. She never stood up to her father about it, but he guilted her into fighting. Her fists tightened on how he'd rather her fight than just get some fucking employment at a supermarket or something. He had the audacity to think she owed him anything? No more.

``So, Becca. You ready to pay your old man what's owed?'' he asked. She spat blood into his smiling face.

``It's Rebecca.''

He didn't like that. She did, smiling wide as he raised his fist again to knock sense into her. Rebecca closed her eyes and waited for the strike.

Instead, something rammed into both of them and she hit the mat. Opening her eyes, she saw a mountain of leather wailing against her father, greying black hair flipping in a frenzy as the hog swung like a madwoman against the pitbull's trained movements.

The surprise let Helga get a strike into his gut, but not enough to take him down. He drove his fist into her face, sending her stumbling a foot or two. Enough of a distraction for him to throw a left hook. Helga caught it sloppily, too many wasted movements in comparison to Terry as he backed off.

``The fuck do you want?'' he asked, ``The fuck are you even doing here?''

Helga wiped some of the blood from her face, a sour expression that made Rebecca's fur stand on end. The pig didn't speak. She brought her fists up and slowly made her way closer to the boxing pitbull. Each step became more precise and practiced as her movements tightened.

``This is a family matter, pig! So stay the fu-'' Helga threw her fist before he finished. She didn't hit, with Terry weaving through just in time, but she didn't stop either. Following through with another punch, as he swerved around her. She swept her leg, only for him to jump over it and throw a punch to her liver. Helga deflected, then grabbed the arm like a brawler and pulled him in. Terry covered his head, leaving his gut open for a knee slam. When he balked, she slammed her head into his.

Locking his arms in hers, she continuously headbutted the pitbull until Rebecca heard his jaw crack. He slumped to the floor as she let go, having lost consciousness somewhere through the beating. Helga looked over to Rebecca, face a bloody and bruised mess. She shivered as the hog walked over to her, holding her hand out in fear of what might come.

The stocky woman wrapped her arms around the terrier, holding her tight. Rebecca could feel Helga's heartbeat shake her core. She fought for her. This woman that Rebecca barely knew, who let her into her home when she had nowhere else to go and was open enough to bring her into a relationship between Amethyst and herself, had risked her own safety to save her life.

Tears streamed down her face. She'd never felt as loved as she did today.

``Let it all out,'' Helga whispered as she embraced the terrier, ``I'll scold you later.''

***

``You should have had the cops come here!'' Amethyst argued while the paramedic bandaged Helga's wounds. The pig shook her head, ``Her home was the smarter choice. Given what we knew.''

Amethyst's glare didn't lighten up, ``You should have asked them to check both. It's not like they couldn't spare.''

On that, Helga nodded. She winced as the medicine hitting her face stung, but it was far from the worst pain she'd received today. Rebecca was at her side, covered in a lot more bandages but refusing to leave for the hospital just yet. After what just happened in there, Helga couldn't blame the poor girl.

Amethyst took to her other side as the medic left, leaning into the older pig's leather jacket, ``You can't keep doing stuff like this.''

``She's done it before?'' Rebecca asked.

``Yeah. I got kidnapped...it's a long story,'' Amethyst explained. They all looked over to Rebecca's father, pulled out on a gurney to an ambulance, handcuffed to the handles. Part of her was glad she didn't kill him, despite how much she wanted to. She couldn't afford prison time, not with these two with her.

``I...'' Rebecca spoke up, voice quiet, ``I don't know what to do now.''

Helga gave a relieved sigh as the dog said what they were all thinking, ``That's ok,'' she said, wrapping her arms around both her sub's necks like collars, ``We'll figure that out together.''

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