The submissive

The submissive (chapter 3)

When my eyes finally adjusted to the light, I looked around at my surroundings. Liam shoved past me and left me standing in the hallway. The hallway was done in golds and creams as was the living room, the kitchen was in peach and creams and the bathroom, light and dark blues. As for the rest of the place I didn't know, I wasn't allowed to venture too far.

The house was small for a six bed place, so the rest of the pack usually had their own place and came over every day. I slowly and silently headed toward the living room and slunk up against the far back wall, hoping to stay unnoticed as I wrung my hands nervously. No such luck, Cassandra and Jessie spotted me from where they were chatting and giggling on the sofa together. Both blonde, big busted and slim, men fell over themselves trying to impress these two airheads.

The rest of the pack watched and cheered on as they both grabbed me by the hair and dragged me to the centre of the room where everybody could watch on at my humiliation. They took turns to slap,kick and punch and then together both bit me along my arms and on both cheeks until I was a bloody dripping mess. Then Jeremy the psycho joined in, “girls, girls, you're doing it all wrong, here let me show you.” He kicked and punched me like usual and then he did something new and horrifically painful, he stamped on my outstretched arm snapping it like a twig. I screamed a blood curdling scream as he carried on and slowly crunched his foot down on my fingers, until two of them finally snapped under the pressure.

Finally he kicked me so hard I heard a rib crack before they finally grew bored of me, or so I thought. As I curled up into a foetal position, I wept uncontrollably between gasps of breathless pain from my cracked rib. I wept like my heart was broken, and in a way I suppose it was.

All three came back into the room, as the rest of the pack watched from the sofas. Jeremy held a knife in his hand and making me scream in agony, the two blonde monsters held me down, forcing my broken arm above my head, while Jeremy proceeded to straddle my chest. I braced myself, but thank the gods the alpha had limits when it came to Jeremy and his unpredictable mind. “Enough. Leave her until she heals, and no knives, do you understand me?” He growled to the whole room. Everybody shrank back and nodded submissively, with that he looked down at me and spat by my head Before adding, “Don't think I'm defending you,” with that, he turned on his heels and left the room.

Everyone ignored me after that, stepping over me and talking to one another as though I didn't exist.

Slowly, through sheer determination, I managed to drag myself to the corner of the room where I curled into a ball of agony, as well as leaving a small pool of blood and a thin trail behind me, struggling to breathe I cried myself to sleep wishing for my mum, who had passed away when I was twelve from cancer.

Hours must have passed when I felt a pair of hands grab me. Flailing with my one good arm I slapped feebly at my attacker and kicked manically as he lifted me off the floor, my hand struck his face and he grabbed it before pinning it to my side.

“Stop fighting me. Relax before you hurt yourself even more,” my attacker whispered gently.

I flung my eyes open and found myself staring into dark blue eyes filled with a mix of emotions, regret, anger, sadness and concern, concern for me I realised.

“Zane?” I whispered weakly as fresh tears flowed down my face.

“Ssshhh, rest honey, your safe with me I promise.” He held me in his arms tightly against his chest, my feet dangling over his right arm making me feel like a child.

“What are you doing with her?” Susan demanded, standing up and drawing the gaze of everybody else.

“Getting her the f**k away from you before you kill her. You are all absolutely disgusting, anyone try's to stop me I will f*****g kill you.”

No one tried to stop him, like I said, he was dangerous and all I could think was thank god he was one of the good guys.