12. Panic Attack
1581 Words
Feeling empty, I let my body do what it wants, holding tight to my left boob I try to feel anything that wasn’t pain, I needed freedom from this.
What else could my husband have done without my knowledge? Was the last thing that went through my mind when I fell asleep.
Earl POV
Having Bruno with me I noticed many things from her dog, he was neglected, but I couldn’t pinpoint in what way, and then there is the way Victoria behaved, she wasn’t herself after I tried to help her stand.
But I didn’t miss the sound of her shoulder dislocating, she didn’t say anything but kept trying to leave my presence, I wonder why, I haven’t hurt her nor would I ever lay a finger to hurt her.
Walking Bruno back it had passed quite a while, I called the restaurant I was going to take my mate to them called her, but there was no answer, ‘wired’ I thought to myself, walking upstairs to her room I see the door to the creep next door was closed.
I made a mental note to file a complaint over harassment to the sick fucker, remembering it was her old roommate who rubbed me the wrong way there was something wrong, something I needed to know, my mate didn’t deserve to be bullied into anything.
Knocking I waited for a while, when she didn’t answer I pressed the doorbell after a while she still didn’t open the door, there I got worried, looking around I was alone to do this little hack I used to do when I was a pup.
As I extended my claw and then push the lock back, when I heard the lock unlock I opens the door, I didn’t feel welcomed in this apartment, the entire place was almost empty, and there were boxes on the front of the apartment indicating someone was leaving.
Which made me think it was my mate who was leaving, but to where? I haven’t asked her to leave with me yet, I wanted to date her before I could do that, she hasn’t posted a single thing about her moving anywhere to my knowledge.
Closing the door Bruno started to pull on the leash, I followed him to the bedroom where I had to hold my wolf back from the sight in front of me.
She was dead asleep in her clothes from earlier, not even her jewelry removed, or her makeup, she looked like hell, her bed was a mess hasn’t been washed in months from the smell of old s*x that I could smell, and the room was almost empty there was nothing but a bed on the middle, a dog cage by the door, a broken stand with a flat-screen tv, and a tall wooden cabinet.
Walking to open the window I realize the window was locked with a key, and there was the strong smell of blood coming from this side of the bed where my mate was sleeping, and chemicals that hurt my nose.
I looked around to find anything that was wrong, but I didn’t find a thing, until I saw a big gray folder by the side of the beaten-up tv stand, taking the folder I leave Bruno resting with her on the bed, I needed answers.
Sitting on the uncomfortable gray couch I open the folder to find hospital papers, as I take them out I start reading different reports of her health, from being taken in speech therapy from pre-kindergarten to her recent start to therapy.
Victoria has been raped, kidnapped, assaulted, harassed, and abused in more ways than I have ever heard, she has been submitted to being bullied by her caretaker in second grade, suffered from kidney stones, minor paralysis on her entire left side from various reasons starting from her stress to her strokes, she had two seizures, had a miscarriage by her husband, dislocated shoulder from various reasons, and as I was reading her last statement on the broken shoulders it became curious on what is soft combat.
From these papers, her explanation was recreating medieval weapons using foam, and other safe tools and then using these weapons on the private university at Sagrado corazón, this was the most random thing I have ever read in a doctor's note when caring for a patient.
She never posted pictures of the things I had read, and she never posted anything about the abuse she endured, yet on the bottom of the folder there was a bunch of papers from a marriage counseling psychologist who saw her, with her husband that informed the couple to divorce based of them not being compatible.
Her note had that simple paragraph then her signature as if this was as simple as a note, putting everything back in the folder, I knew there was much more to this, her doctor's note of her strokes blew me away, she even has to take breathing treatments or use temporary a pump.
Getting up with her folder I went to place it right back where I found it, I started to think that maybe there was more on her mirror cabinet, I went into her bathroom to use it after I was done I opened her cabinet to see she had nothing of the medications she is supposed to be taking.
I’m not a doctor, but as Alpha, I have to make sure my staff is up to date on their health, and I’m not a genius, but Tylenol is not enough to help a stroke survivor. Seeing how neglected she was in her health made me angry. Why is she living like this?
That was the biggest question that I couldn’t put together, what happened to her that made her life this way, and behave as if this was all normal? That this was right for anyone to live? I felt my throat dry, and since I didn’t eat I went to her kitchen to grab some water Lucky for me there was a gallon of water.
Taking a clean cup I opens the gallon to smell Equate Maximum Strength Diphenhydramine, which was commonly used in Sleeping pills, what the f**k was going on? Did she drink this? And how much the damn water made me dizzy.
If Victoria was to get angry at me for throwing this water I wouldn’t care, I’ll buy her a new gallon, or more but I needed to learn why this was happening. I never met her husband but from what I can see he was the one who held everything like a dictation, this wasn’t right.
I walked to my mate's room, only to find her sound asleep, and crying. It pained me to see her crying, why was she crying? I couldn’t take it anymore, I started to move her by caressing her back, sniffling her crying waking up with her makeup ruined, and her eyes puffy from crying.
Getting up to stretch I heard a huge pop from her shoulder to which she moaned in relief, “What was that?” I asked her, her eyes opened wide, and I heard her first lie, “Just stretching you know connections of the bones pop,” she laughs her nervous laugh, she always laughs like that when she is afraid of something.
Bruno was trying to cradle under her but it only got Victoria annoyed, and I took Bruno to place him in the kitchen, with my aura I spoke, “Stay here, and don’t dare return to her bedroom till I say so,” he placed his head down then I walked back to the bedroom.
I noticed her laughing is a habit, and I wouldn’t be surprised that her mental state has been badly neglected to make her this way, but I waited for her to finish her words, “It’s nothing serious, what time is it?” She asked genuinely concerned, when I took my cell phone out I showed her it was past midnight.
She gasped then looked at me in pure horror, “I’m, im sorry I messed everything up, I swear I don’t usually do this I’ll, I can cook?” I shook my head and then sat on the bed with my arms on my lap, she didn’t stop trying to save herself from me, “I can order something, or you can take the bed it’s more comfortable than the sofa, just please tell me, I don’t whammy you mad, I don’t like seeing my loved ones mad, I’ll be better, I’ll do better, I swear I’m a good person,” her words just made me more angry.
Placing my hands into fists I heard her breathing pick up, and I asked in a demanding tone, “Why are you like this? Don’t dare lie to me Victoria, I hate lies.”
I move my face to meet her teary eyes running down with makeup, she was about to have a panic attack.
Shaking she babbled, “I, I’m getting divorced, because I cheated, I wasn’t a good person I did bad things, and I don’t want him to get angry at me, I swear I never meant to be this way, I can change I just need a chance, a chance is all I need please believe me.”
I moved to hug her, and she simply falls on my chest fainting from her panic attack.
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