The Omega And Her Triplet Mates

Chapter 2: His files

He handed me the knife and fork without a word and carried on moving up the line. When I said I knew who he was, I didn’t mean personally, I knew of him. He had been sectioned three months ago after being caught t.orturing his sister’s new boyfriend.

The staff had been talking about it, and I had quietly listened.

They didn’t go into detail because one of them was squeamish, and thought it was too graphic and violent to repeat out loud to the others, even though they tried pleading for her to tell them.

I knew he was the one they had been talking about because they had mentioned he had a tattoo sleeve on his right arm, no one else had full sleeves here, only the odd tattoo or two.

When I heard this information and that his name was Jax knight, I snuck into the room where they kept files on the patients. Pete, a paranoid schizophrenic who was prone to violent outbursts and thought the government were up to something and spying on us, helped me.

He snuck the keys off one of the nurses and showed me where to go. I had never broken any rules here before, but I figured with John, who was a wereleopard and some other nurses who always found an excuse to mistreat me anyway, I may as well do it because I was bored and curious.

My heart skipped a beat and then sped up when I saw the name I was looking for… Jax Knight. Supernaturals were efficient in keeping us secret, so there was no mention of him being a werewolf.

As I read, I knew how much trouble I could get into for doing this, but I wanted to know everything about this werewolf, even if he was a psychopath. I had never met a werewolf before, and I was curious about why he had t.ortured the boyfriend of his sister and whether the file would mention it.

I opened the file up and saw he was four years older than me at twenty-four. I read the notes about him: ‘Jax Knight has been here one week and is already showing signs of severe and extremely violent, aggressive behavior.’

The writing was difficult to read as if they had rushed the notes, some of it was printed out but most was quickly scribbled down in handwriting. I kept reading:

Week three and Jax Knight has already attacked one of our patients, Rebecca Sharp, causing serious injury to her face and chest. When questioned as to why, he answered, “she wouldn’t shut the f***k up.”

Jax Knight continues to be a danger to others. The medication barely controls him, we have had to up the dosages and isolate him for everybody’s safety on numerous occasions, he refuses to speak in group therapy, nor will he answer or respond with one-on-one therapy.

I jumped from my reading and looked over my shoulder when I heard a noise. It was only Pete doing some of his own digging, so I quickly carried on reading:

‘Jax Knight has been here for three months and has attacked four patients, and three of our staff members, he is very aggressive, and I believe he is a danger unless heavily sedated.’

I turned the page and read the doctor’s note: ‘I have spoken to Jax Knight on several occasions and have had no response from him until today. I have determined over time while spending time with Jax Knight that he should not be released back into society, he is a danger to the public, he is very intelligent, cunning, and I fear his mental health is worse than we anticipated. His words are worrisome, he speaks of wanting to inflict pain on others. When asked why, his response was, “because I must punish the wicked and the guilty.”

I asked him why he attacked Rebecca Sharp for only being noisy if he considers himself only violent to wicked people, he said she was an abomination to the female race and should pay for her sins.

I have no idea how he found out about her personal history, but he gave enough detail for me to know he knew a lot. He spoke of gruesome things, violent things that I deem inappropriate to write here, I will only mention that he spoke of blood, skinning people alive, and t.orture. I deem Jax Knight completely unfit to ever leave an asylum.’

I wanted to read more about the attacks on the other patients who were written down, but I figured I had read enough when I almost had a heart attack at the sound of someone’s shoes walking down the corridor. I slammed the file shut and quickly shoved it back in place and shut the drawer. I almost fainted with relief when I saw it was a cleaner coming out of a patient’s room.

That had been a month ago, today was the first time I had seen Jax, because as the notes had mentioned, he was usually locked away in isolation and I wasn’t one for coming out of my room unless it was to eat, use the restroom or watch the television they had.

I hadn’t expected Jax to be so attractive, well, all the werewolves I’d seen seemed to be, but up close he truly was breathtaking to look at, I hadn’t expected it from a psycho who enjoys t.orture, werewolf or not, but he looked just how Carol had mentioned to another nurse before when I had been eavesdropping…like a supermodel.

We had three other psychopaths here, two were permanently locked away in isolation, because they were quite literally insane and dangerous with no thought or reason for it. One had been sectioned for eating the raw insides of someone he had murdered, the other I wasn’t sure about. I had seen both when they arrived, one had been human, and the other a werewolf, and they had looked exactly how you would expect a psycho who likes to hurt people would look, balding hair, pudgy with empty eyes, probably mommy issues (like me).

By the time I had my tray full of food, I was struggling to find somewhere to sit. The asylum had been a little overcrowded for the last two months and I knew some patients were being transferred, I wasn’t one of them and neither would the most dangerous patients be.

I tried to make my way to my room even though I knew we weren’t allowed to do that and was stopped by a nurse.

Whereas Carol was a gorgeous twenty-something with long chocolate brown hair, blue eyes and perfect red lips with a curvy figure and a smile on her face, this woman was not. This nurse was at least in her forties and I couldn’t figure her scent out, she wasn’t human, but she didn’t seem to be a wereanimal either.

She had graying hair and fierce brown eyes that I swore could see into my very soul. She was cold and hard, and I knew she didn’t like me because I was quiet, shy and black, all of what meant weak in her eyes. She didn’t need to be a werewolf to know I was an omega either. “Go eat at the table.” Even her voice was cold and devoid of any kindness. I didn’t know what to do, so I just turned back to face the room, looking lost.

Out of nowhere, Jax reappeared and came over, taking the tray from my hands and with a voice so deep, (I’d think he was using a voice distorter if it weren’t for the fact we weren’t allowed personal belongings in here), he said, “come on.” He was already walking away, so, shyly, I followed him. He led me over to the corner of the room and sat down on the floor where he had left his tray, and placed mine beside it. I looked at him and quietly said, “the floor?”

He looked up at me with those beautiful eyes, and taking a bite of his food, mumbled between mouthfuls, “yeah, come on, f***k it.”

I joined him on the floor and nervously sat next to him. “So, what you in here for then?” He asked.