Destined Mate

CHAPTER SIX

Emily’s POV

“Where have you been?” Avery snapped. I almost jumped at how close her voice was to me.

Her tone was harsh and cold and I couldn't help but cringe at it.

“Out to get your dresses”, I handed the bag over to her and she snatched it away from me. I winced at her actions. “That's right, you are a slave and you should never forget this. Don't show weakness or else I'm gonna beat you to death”

I hated that sentence.

“Thanks”

I mumbled without moving my head towards her and turned around, heading back to the kitchen without sparing a glance back, ignoring the pain in my throat and eyes that refused to shed another tear, as I walked out with my head held high.

I had to make lunch and dinner just in case Father decided he needed to eat his dinner early and I was glad to find a new table in the kitchen.

I started working silently and efficiently, I didn't need to say anything to anyone because nobody cared.

My mind began wandering.

I wondered what had happened that day to make everyone hate me so much.

Wasn't I enough for them? Wasn't my company good enough for them? Why did they want to be rid of me?

Was it my fault that they treated me as if I was garbage?

What was wrong with me?

I didn't understand it, but something told me that this was all my own fault.

When I was finally done, I couldn't eat anything because I lacked the appetite for it.

I cleaned my things up and retreated back to my room, feeling more exhausted than ever.

I stared blankly at the ceiling, thinking too much for my mind to handle at once.

And as usual, I was unable to calm my mind, which kept repeating the same phrase.

I deserve this.

The sound of someone knocking repeatedly interrupted my thoughts, but I refused to reply.

“I know you're in there, open the door” my father shouted as he was banging on my door. His voice was enough to snap me out of whatever train of thought had taken over my mind.

Forcing myself to move, I unlocked the door and opened it as the sight greeted me.

I looked at the person who stood before me with the same expression that I wore. He stood before me with an annoyed and furious scowl.

A vein pulsated rhythmically on his forehead.

“Come along” was his greeting. I nodded and shut the door behind me without saying anything.

We went back downstairs in silence. My eyes followed him as he sat on a chair. He looked uncomfortable and I wondered what I had done wrong this time around.

As I sat on the seat opposite to him, I waited silently for him to speak first, as I didn't dare say a word for fear that he was mad at me, but to my surprise, nothing bad happened. Instead, he stayed silent for a moment or two until he spoke up again.

“Your mother is coming home late tonight and we will talk.” That wasn't really a question. It didn't sound like a question either and his gaze remained fixed on the floor, not even bothering to give me his eyes.

Silence fell between us again until I decided to break the awkwardness between us.

“Is… Is everything alright? ”

He didn't answer. He didn't utter another word. He didn't even bother raising his head to look at me, his gaze was fixated on the ground.

In a swift motion, he stood up and picked up his coat and hat. He placed them on the hanger beside the door.

With that, he left without looking back.

No one woke me up again after that.

I woke up a bit later than usual, but the house was too quiet and I guessed no one had returned last night. My stomach twisted with anxiety and I couldn't manage to swallow down anything anyway, making the nausea worsen.

It was strange that, in those moments, I hadn't even heard a single word from my wolf. I was so used to talking to her and having her listen.

She never failed to comfort me when I was sad, she was there to remind me that I was loved. And now she wasn't, she was gone to wherever.

“You know you'll have to speak to me sooner or later” I whispered to her.

My voice trembled with emotion and I felt tears pooling in my eyes, threatening to spill over. “But I don't want you to leave me as well.”

“I am here” her voice whispered in my head.

Her voice sounded soothing, warm. Almost like a hug.

Like the kind of hug Mother would have given me.

I smiled sadly at the memory of my mother's comforting touch and wrapped my arms around herself, trying to fight the loneliness that seemed determined to take over every part of my being.

It was hard trying to survive on my own. It was scary sometimes, but then my wolf would whisper words of encouragement or comfort and that gave me the strength to push forward.

I was thankful that she was still there with me.

“How long do you plan on doing this?”

“Doing what?” I asked her casually.

“Leave this place.”

I laughed at the puny effort of my wolf. She was as weak as I was.

I had tried to run on several occasions, but Father always found me, he always did, and every time he found me, the beatings were ten times worse than previous ones. The leash was tightening, tightening by the second and I knew that the only thing left for me was to wait patiently for that final blow that would end my miserable life.

“I'm tired of running away,” I said softly as I leaned against the wall next to me and closed my eyes. I could hear some soft noises from behind me, but I chose to ignore them and instead concentrate on listening to what my wolf was telling me.

“You can’t keep doing this.”

“What am I supposed to do? Where would I go if I left?”

The sound of her voice made my chest constrict uncomfortably and a tear ran down my cheek, burning slightly as it passed the skin.

I wiped it away angrily and continued. “There are no safe places. They know who I am and they know I only bring trouble” If only my mate would miraculously find me.

It made me wonder if he existed.

anymore, I mean it was obvious from the way the girls talked about their mates and their families that they adored theirs dearly.

So did he exist? Was he out there somewhere looking for him as much as I was looking for him?

Maybe one day he'd meet me? and maybe our love would blossom and bloom like the flowers in the garden.

I chuckled and shook my head because it sounded more like a hopeless romantic.