Chapter 3
1060 Words
Melrose Brown
The panic sets in as I rush through the crowds needing to get away from this pack, these people.
All I keep hearing is the words, breeder program!
I mean what kind of life is that for anyone?
Being stripped of the right to find your fated mate, the one who was meant to complete you. Even to my ears that sounds like the words of a desperate child.
The child long since stolen from me, beating after beating her faith and hope is gone now all I have is the need to escape and survive.
They say desperate people do desperate things; well they have a point.
I take the stairs two at a time as I make my way to my bedroom. My mother has long since passed out on the sofa, empty bottle next to her.
I start to pull out the drawers taking what I need, not that I have much. Three sets of clothes, some half empty toiletries and some medical supplies I had stolen from the nurse at school. I stuff them into my old backpack, looking around I spot my only photo of my father and I at a pack BBQ when I was younger, I grab that, putting it in the bag before slipping my small blade into my sock.
Pulling the front door shut I head around the back to find my fathers out truck that has sat untouched, half hidden in the garage by a tarpaulin.
I send a quick prayer that the old truck starts, as I get into the truck. Memories of us in the truck flood me, but I am interrupted as the garage doors slam shut.
My heart sinks as the smirking face of Zain stares at me in the dark of the garage. His eyes find mine as a chill rushes through me; this can not be happening.
“Where do you think you are off to?”
Just then the door is pulled open and a hand grabs my hair, turning I come face to face with Jax. I didn’t even realise he was there.
You need to fight, Melrose, fight! Is all I think before I am dragged from my fathers old truck.
Jax brutally throws me onto the tarmac of the drive, a shooting pain goes through my wrist as I land. I turn in time to see Zain start to stalk towards me, that's when I realise there are another two of his fan boys from his click with him.
I scramble backwards as Zain launches at me. That desperate part of me is screaming, FIGHT!
Desperate people do desperate things but that also makes them dangerous.
In the blink of an eye I pull the blade from my sock, meeting Zain half way I throw myself at him, blade in both hands as I use all my strength to plunge the blade into his chest.
Everything seems to slow into slow motion as he stops a strangled roar coming from him as he drops to his knees. My shaking hands are still gripping the blade as his blood starts to seep onto my hands.
Our eyes meet as recognition dawns on both of us, eyes wide I let go and turn and take off in the direction of the border. I don’t look back, my legs burn as the small amount of pasta I had eaten now threatens to eject itself from my stomach.
I hear shouting, and the sound of people chasing me but not once do I dare turn I just push forward. The need to get away, to be free takes over and I find myself coming up to the edge of the fifty foot drop that has the river raging beneath.
I look back to see Jax break the treeline with one of the goons that were with them earlier. Jax looks furious, nostrils flaring, eyes wild.
“Nowhere to run now, Jinx” he snaps as he stalks towards me.
I look at the river, then back at him as I decide either death at their hands, or on my own terms.
In that moment I laugh a proper laugh, as the confusion on Jax's face spurs me on.
Turning I threw myself off the edge, feeling free for the first time in my short life I made this choice. It was my decision.
Hitting the freezing water was like hitting concrete, the pain shoots through my whole body, but even in that moment I don't regret my decision.
No, because it was mine and mine alone. The water rages around me as I attempt to make my way to the surface of the water but everytime I try I am pulled back down into the murky water.
I take in a massive gulp of water as I scream being pulled down by a branch ripping into my leg. Weeds begin to wrap themselves around my legs as I try to thrash, it makes the matter worse. At this moment all I can think is at least this is your own doing, Melrose.
Just as acceptance settles in my chest and I become at peace with my decision the feeling of being watched has me opening my eyes as my lungs burn. There just about ten feet away in the water is a set of strange red and gold eyes.
I tilt my head curious as to what is happening, my body begins to convulse; this is it, is all I think as my eyes start to close.
“Not yet, little red” the mysterious voice says next to my ear, just as a force shoots me out of the water.
I lie coughing and spluttering on the river bank as confusion takes over. What the hell was that? More to the point, who the hell was that?
I shiver as the feeling starts to come back to my body, the cold night air wrapping around me like a straight jacket, rendering me imobile. I hear the sound of footsteps, but can’t move, I turn my eyes up as a figure appears over me.
Jax!
“Told you, you had nowhere to run” his voice low and deadly, his chest heaving.
The last thing I think is, f**k, before he brings his foot down on my head and it goes dark.
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