The Alphas Witch Mate

"WARNING physical abusive content may trigger some readers but it is the only chapter with this abuse in it.I did keep it short" My shift is over so I move to the employee locker room. I always try to keep to myself while still being polite to my co-workers, I didn't want to burden them with my troubles. Looking around I make sure I am alone so nobody can see the bruises from my boyfriend hitting me last night while I changed out of my uniform. "What the heck happened to you!? How did you get those bruises?" Mary a co-worker exclaimed as she came into the locker room. "Shh, please not so loud, I fell last night." I lied hoping she wouldn't figure out the truth. "Ya, fell. I won't pry into your business but I know a handprint when I see one. Girl you need to get away from whoever is doing this to you, ive been where you are. Here take this card, they helped me and they can help you." She pulled out a business card from. her wallet and handed it over to me before she walked away. Looking at the card I read it. Safe escapes, helping women get away from abuse. Call 1800-Escapes. Sliding the card into my purse I gathered my things to hurry home before Grant got home from work. I have been working at the hospital as a PSW, personal support worker, for 1 year now and putting the money in an account he doesn't know about. I want to leave but I don't have the money yet. I work four hours a day, rush home to clean and cook so he will think I have been home all day like he expects. I should have listened to my grandmother, she told me before she died that he has evil inside him and isn't the man I was to be with. How I miss her, she raised me when I was two years old and my parents were killed in an accident while on a business trip. We had lived in a small town half hour from the city. I can remember coming home from school to the smells of freshly baked good almost everyday. We never talked about my family, she always brushed my questions away saying when you are 20 you will learn everything but she died just before my 19th birthday. I was dating Grant at that time, he treated me good then but now I look back it's probably because I refused to move in with him so I could help my grandmother. Grant made me sell the little house I grew up in saying that we needed the money to buy a place for ourselves. I trusted him and let him handle it all. Now, the house is in his name and all the money left from the house sale is in an account in his name. My grandmother's lawyer said I would receive the rest of my inheritance after my 20th birthday. That's in one week, this time I want to be sure that Grant doesn't get anything from it. As I pull up into the driveway my heart started racing."s**t, he's home!Why is he home so early?" I muttered to myself. I try to stay calm as I enter the house, I get a feeling of dread wash over me almost making me stumble. "Where have you been? I've been home for over an hour waiting expecting my woman to be where she is supposed to be. I never gave you permission to go out anywhere!" Grant yelled. He was so angry that a vein popped out from his temple, his eyes were dark and evil as his hand came down and hit me across the face. I fell from the force of his hit, spilling my purse and everything inside it "I asked a question and you better have a good answer." I swallowed as he hit me again. "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you home, I went to the library to see if any new cookbooks were available." I bluffed, hoping he would believe me. He looked down at me sprawled on the floor, I saw the Woman's Escape card and tried to hide it before he saw it. As my hand went to cover it he stomped on my hand bent over and grabbed the card. Furious he scanned it. "You think you can leave me, I own you," he grabbed my hair and threw me across the room where I fell onto the glass coffee table that smashed as I landed. I screamed and cried out hoping one of the neighbors would hear and call for help. I was bleeding but he continued raging about how I owed him and he admitted that he would have killed me earlier but my grandmother's will wouldn't give me the rest of my inheritance til after I was 20. The beating continued he hit me with the leg of a broken chair, a lamp and chocked me with its cord until I passed out. I didn't hear the door being broken down or the commotion around me as emergency services tried to save my life.