My Accidental Alpha

Chapter 2. The Escape.

My Breathing Ragged I pulled myself from the floor I was laid underneath the smashed window helpless. I reached for my phone, and it was completely smashed and useless. Who would I call anyway? what would anyone do? I shrugged off these thoughts and made it over to the dresser I was sore everywhere. My left eye completely swolen shut. It was hard to lift my arms they were that sore. I brushed my bloody matted hair away from my face and caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. Who was I? I was unrecognisable. The reflection of a sad, hopeless little girl stared back at me, red and blue from the beatings, dried blood in her hair and eyebrows. 20 years old, but I looked and felt like a helpless child.

I opened the dresser drawer, pulling to one side all the makeup that I had used time and time again to cover up the marks that told the stories. underneath this I had been stashing bits of money occasionally for this very moment. I never thought I'd be brave enough to actually use it. I never thought the day would come where I could muster up enough courage, but today was the day.

I didn't have much time, I knew he would be back soon, ready to backhand appolagise, reinforce how it was all my fault whilst justifying his actions. The same way it always went, he'd make me clean myself up and then make us act like nothing had ever happened.

I grabbed the money. There wasn't a lot, maybe £230 max, but it was enough for me to get away, to make my break. I bent down to reach my handbag from under the dresser, pain coarsing through my ribs as I bent. Shoving the crumpled notes into my bag, I wondered where would I go? No time to think of that. I limped over to the drawers, Rico had really done a number on me this time. There wasn't a part of me that wasn't convulsing with pain. I grabbed what little spare clothes would fit in my handbag and made a dash for the bedroom door.

As I stepped I to the hallway pushing my trainers fully onto my feet, I looked around at the white marble flooring, the black luxury wooden doors and the priceless art hanging on the walls leading to the grand staircase. The manner house was perfect, not a thing out of place, except me, the bruised and bloody girl rushing frantically for her life, for her freedom. How could such a perfect home house such horrifying events? I made it down the grand marble staircase to the giant, heavy front door and flung it open, the crisp breeze stinging my wounds as it passed my cheeks.

I turned to the huge entry table aside the giant front door and reached for my car keys on the hook. Finally reaching my car, the old blue worn audi sitting amongst the row of perfectly pristine Range rovers (another thing that didn't belong) I threw in my bag and just drove. I had no idea where I was going my only destination "Away!" I drove for hours unsure of direction or time just running over and over the thoughts of today's events until I realised it was completely pitch black and I was in the middle of nowhere. no streetlights just a dark and windy country road illuminated by my headlights.

It was just after noon when I'd escaped the pack house. how had I driven this far for so long with no sense of direction for so long. I wondered how Rico reacted when he found out I was gone. Was he out looking for me? I imagined Luna comforting her perfect boy saying "you did nothing wrong, I can't believe she would treat you like this!" whilst he sobbed and played the victim, he was good at that, acting so nobody would believe he is capable of his actions. I shook the thoughts of him out of my head as some small street lamps came Into vue. The small lights illuminated a small run-down building with a tattered sign reading "vacancies." It was a small motel with two old-fashioned petrol pumps just off the roadside, The motel was wooden and painted fully white although the paint was peeling. I pulled up to a white wooden box whith dirty windows covered in old peeling stickers of prices, inside there was a small lamp by which a small, plump, white haired old lady sat with her nose in a book. Licking her fingers and turning the page, she looked up to match gaze. She slid her glasses off her nose and into her wild, thick,curly hair. "Staying the night, my love?" she asked, unphased by my beaten appearance. I nodded still too much in shock to mutter a verbal response. "last room on the end, £22 for the night" I fumbled in my bag on the passenger seat and passed her some money. she returned my change with a smile and a small rusty key on a worn-out key ring. The old lady gestured for me to wait a minute as she stood up wobbled over to a big red plastic box under the back desk, she pulled out a brown paper bag, wobbled back over handed me it through the window "to get yourself cleaned up" she smiled "there's a small laundrette round the back, you come back to me in the morning and I'll tell you all about our little town" she smiled at me again still unphased by my appearance, she seemed to have handled this situation before. I forced a small smile back in her direction and mumbled a weak "thankyou" before driving along to the end room.

Grabbing my bag I got out of the car and stumbled over to the old worn door, my legs were numb from driving for so long, under the rusty bronze number 5 there was a well worn keyhole I slid in the rusty key and flung open the door.

The room inside was small in size, there wasn't much in there an old wooden double bed with mismatched patchwork bedding, matching worn wooden drawers with a small TV and kettle sat on top and a door in the back left corner which led to a tiny off white bathroom. In the bathroom there was a rusty small box shower with a small sink and toilet with matching rusty fixtures, I placed the brown bag the old lady had given me down on the drawers at the end of the bed, it contained essential toiletries and a toothbrush. Did she do this for every guest? or did she just give it to me because of my situation? I locked the shabby wooden door behind me before I turned off the light and threw my self down on the patchwork bed. I was alone. safe. I was free!