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Waking up and Getting a Better Life

After finally getting up off the ground, still wrapped tightly in a sheet, I moved in a daze, my body sore and exhausted. I felt like I was moving through thick fog, the world around me almost hazy. My feet carried me inside my house almost mechanically, my mind too numb to fully comprehend what had just happened. I stumbled straight to the bathroom, needing to be alone, needing space to collect my thoughts—or maybe just to escape.

The moment I closed the bathroom door behind me, it felt like the world outside shut out, if only for a moment. I didn’t even care that the sheets were still wrapped around me, the fabric heavy and too hot. I rushed to the shower and climbed in without thinking, the sound of the water rushing over the tile almost drowned out by the chaotic mess of my mind. As the hot water poured down on me from above, I let out a sob, unable to hold it back any longer. My body shuddered as the tears flowed freely, mingling with the water that pounded on my skin.

The heat of the water seemed to soothe my tense muscles for a fleeting moment, but the emotions, the memories, they wouldn’t leave. I cried like that for what felt like hours, feeling both numb and raw at the same time. The tears didn’t stop; they just kept coming, until the water began to cool, turning cold and biting against my skin, a reminder that nothing, not even the momentary comfort of the shower, would last forever. When I finally couldn’t bear the cold anymore, I climbed out of the shower, my body trembling, not just from the water but from the weight of everything I was trying to bury. I wrapped myself in a towel, the only thing I could find to cover myself before I reluctantly reached for something warm to wear.

I didn’t want to move. I didn’t want to face the others, but I knew I had to. Slowly, I shuffled toward my bed, feeling the weight of every step, as if the earth itself was pressing down on me. When I opened the door to my room, I found Sophia and the Quads waiting for me. Their faces were unreadable at first, and then it hit me—their eyes were filled with sadness, anger, confusion. Sophia looked especially worried, her eyes wide with fear, like she had seen something in me that I couldn’t even comprehend myself.

“Why were you so frightened by me like that?” she asked softly, her voice trembling.

I wanted to answer her, to explain the terror that gripped me when she touched me, but the words didn’t come. Instead, I managed to say, “I- It- It’s nothing. I want to lay down alone, please,” my voice shaking with emotion I didn’t want to express. I could feel my wolf stirring inside me, crying out for comfort, but I couldn’t bring myself to reach out. The irony hit me hard—neither my wolf nor I wanted to be alone. We wanted to be held, to be comforted by our mates, but the thought of their touch, of them holding me after everything, made me feel like I might break.

I wanted to tell them. I wanted to tell them everything. But how could I? How could I share something so dark and twisted with them? It was easier to bury it, to pretend it was just a nightmare I could forget.

I finally collapsed into bed, hoping that sleep would offer me some respite, but it never came. I tossed and turned, my body aching in ways I couldn’t explain. Every time I closed my eyes, the nightmares came, replaying over and over again, dragging me under. I fought them as hard as I could, forcing myself to push them back, but eventually, the weight of them became too much.

When I finally woke up, it was with a scream, a raw, terrified sound that tore through the air. My heart was racing, my body covered in cold sweat, as I sat up, gasping for air. The room was still dark, but it felt too bright, too suffocating. I couldn’t breathe.

Sophia and the Quads burst into the room at the sound of my scream, their faces filled with panic and concern. They rushed to my side, their hands hovering, unsure of how to help. The confusion was evident in their eyes as they looked at me, waiting for an explanation I couldn’t give.

“WHAT’S WRONG?” they all asked, their voices full of fear, their eyes darting over my body as if they were searching for signs of what was happening to me. “Nothing. It’s just a nightmare,” I choked out, my voice hoarse from the scream. The words felt hollow, but I couldn’t bring myself to say more. I didn’t want them to know.

“No,” one of the Quads insisted, his voice firm but gentle. “This was more than a nightmare. Talk to us. We can’t help you or get to know you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

He was trying to be kind, trying to break through the wall I had built around myself, but I couldn’t let him in. I couldn’t let anyone in. I just needed to keep it buried.

He moved closer, lowering himself to my level so that I didn’t have to look up at him. It made me feel small, vulnerable, but at the same time, it was a quiet gesture of comfort. I felt a pang of guilt. They cared. They wanted to help.

“I- I just can’t. Please. Let it be a nightmare,” I whispered, my words trembling as I tried to push them away.

“No,” another one said, his voice filled with determination. “We know you feel this bond. More than anything we’ve ever felt, we feel this bond. So please. Talk to us.”

The words hit me harder than I expected. They felt too much, too deep. I could see the sincerity in his eyes. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t share this with them. I couldn’t let them see me like this.

“You don’t want this information. It will change everything,” I said, my voice breaking as I tried to explain why I couldn’t let them in. I didn’t have my wolf growing up, but I understood that what had happened to me wasn’t something people wanted to know. It wasn’t something that could be easily understood or forgiven.

“Let us decide that,” a third voice said softly, yet with a firm resolve.

“Trust us,” a fourth one said, his voice full of empathy. “We know that’s hard for you, for whatever reason. Just take a leap of faith.”

The words were gentle, but they were insistent. I felt them in my bones, the pressure of their expectations. They cared. They wanted to help. But could I let them? Could I really share the truth with them, or would it tear everything apart?

“Um... Please... Please don’t hate me.” I said, “When I was fourteen, I was... my father had me r***d by a three of his friends. While the main one had his... while he forced himself in my mouth I bit down. He didn’t take kindly to that. And as punishment my father allowed him to choose what my punishment was. So, he had me stripped then tied up. Before he shifted into... hi... his wolf and then he r***d me while in his wolf form.”

“Grrr.” was all that was heard by all in the room and the next. I felt so ashamed.

“NO ONE WILL EVER DO THAT TO YOU EVER AGAIN!” they ordered with a growl. The first one then grabbed me up and held me close. He was careful to avoid any bare skin. It was nice. “Let it out little mate.” I then cried into his shoulder as I moved my arms around his neck.

“We couldn’t hate for anything. You are our mate. And what happened-s to you will be dealt with. We promise you that.” the second one said.

“What was this piece of garbage’s name?” the third one asked.

“Jordan Ashmont. He made an arrangement with my father that I’d be his private escort until I turned a certain age that ended two years ago.” I answered. Feeling warmth and love flowing off all four of them. It was nice. I never wanted it to stop. I’d never felt this loved or cared for like this. I know Sophia and the guy’s care about me. But this was different.

“Your fathers. Along with the other two shits.” the last one asked.

“Ironically, my father’s name is Igor Harrison. And I never knew the other two names. I’ve just always known I’d never have the same last name as my family, and no one ever told me why.” I again found myself answering something I’d never thought I’d talk about let alone not be hated for. To know that they still want me as their mate, made me feel so much more than I’d thought. I eventually fell back to sleep in his arms. In was nice and warm.