Alpha Dreams

Chapter 2

Molly’s POV 

I can feel panic as I start to come to the last thing I remember is running out of the cave and someone jumping on my back and falling violently to the ground before they place something over my nose and mouth.

The room I’m in is so dark there is a tiny bit of light coming from the window. I can hear the harsh rain coming down and the very faint sound of someone breathing. I’m terrified to move. I know there is someone else in here. I do not want them to know that I’m awake yet.

 I only open one eye to see if I can see anything else. It doesn’t take me long to find the two red eyes staring at me. I shut my eyes as tightly as I can, hoping and praying that he will go away and when I open them again. Maybe he will be gone, and this will all have been a dream.

A loud boom and crackle from the thunder and lightning ring out in the sky, causing me to let out a small yelp. I hold on to the covers for dear life, still not opening my eyes. I do not want to see who those eyes belong to.

I can feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. He knows I’m awake now. I can feel the tears start to roll down my cheeks from the fear of what is about to happen. The bed dips down as he now has me caged in with his arms on both sides, and he is hovering over me.

His warm breath fans my neck as he whispers in my ear, “Molly. I told you, you belong to me now. I will find you wherever you go. If you ever try to run from me again, it will be the last thing you do!” His voice is like nails on a chalkboard.

I’m too scared to move. Instead, I try to act like I’m unconscious, which seems to make him even angrier. He forcefully grabs my chin, yanking me to look at him. I try to pull away, but he holds my face in place. 

"Look at me!" 

I reluctantly open my eyes only to find that I am nose to nose with him.  

The only thing I see are his dark red eyes full of rage. I let out a small whimper. Please let me go.

"I will never let you go."

 I start to cry harder. I don’t understand. Why are you doing this to me? Please let me go, I beg.  

He doesn’t seem too happy by my reaction. His grip on my jaw tights and his voice is no longer a whisper, “DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME! YOU ARE MINE!”

The only thing I know to do to make this lunatic stop hurting me is shaking my head in agreement. I do not want to be his, but if it makes him let go of me, I will agree. He continues to force me to look at him like that for a few more seconds, and finally, he lets go.

I softly rub my hand on my face and chin where his hand was, and I watch him as best I can, given the tiny amount of light I have to work with before he storms out of the door slamming the door closed behind him.

Why did I think it was a good idea to come here? I get up to see if there is a way out the window. But it looks like I’m on the third or fourth story, and the window has bars on it.

Why it has bars on it when it is this high up causes me to cry even harder. I thought I would be safe here. But I’m starting to realize I’m a prisoner.

I can vaguely see the moon through the storm clouds. It is the only light I currently have in my life right now. I stare at it like I’m begging it to help me, but deep down, I know it can’t. I hear a noise coming from outside the door.

Oh, no, is he back already. I hurry to get away from the window. I do not want him to think that I’m trying to escape. I can feel the tear falling faster and my heartbeat racing as I see a shadow under the door. I hug the pillow as tight as I possibly can in anticipation of what is going to come.

I watch in fear as the shadow paces back and forth before a distant loud howl rings out over the storm. Giving me false hope that it is someone coming to rescue me, but I know that is not true. When I turn back to look at the door, the shadow has disappeared.

Who is this man? Why did he say earlier that I am his?

I try to think as hard as I can about who this person might be. But I can’t think of anyone who would want me to be theirs so bad that they would do this to me. I keep trying to remember anything at all that would give me clues as to who it could be. If only I would have been able to see his face.

I tell myself that I need to calm down that someone is probably looking for me and they will find me soon. Deep down, I know that is not true, but right now, I need to believe this. I hug the pillow tighter to my body. I can feel my eyes getting heavy from all the crying I have been doing. I’ll rest for just a minute.  

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