Chosen

Chapter XI

~ Rain 

I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. I shot my eyes open and ruffled through the bag for my phone. Luckily this time my bag wasn't taken away and my phone was still in there. I pulled it out and unlocked it, looking at the ID of the person who sent me the message. 

I realized that it wasn't just one message that was sent. They were several of them. The first thought that came to mind was that my father became very worried and couldn't stop calling or sending me message to know where I was. I felt guilty and sick to my stomach. I should have let him know at least that I will be somewhere else. I thought to myself, but then when I actually opened the messages, my heart dropped. 

There were more than a hundred messages from different  numbers. I opened the ones that were send first to see that they were the normal texts you have when a father is worried about his daughter, however there was that one message that caught my attention the most. 

'Don't go there, Rain.' 

'Please.'  

He was pleading me not to go there. What did he mean? Did he know that I was going to Lycan Hill? And if that assumption was true... How did he know I was heading there?  His words didn't make sense to me, but I could clearly sense fear and nervousness in the way he said it. My father was not the type to say please often, so it was very concerning for me to hear see him say it, but the thing is, it was too late. I was already there. 

However, I had a feeling something bad might have happened to him. He was an old man living alone, without his wife and no children. Yes. I am adopted. I was told that fact since I was a little child when I started to wonder where my mother was. I didn't really comprehend the difference back then, in addition to that, my father gave me all the love and care there was, so I didn't feel neglected and didn't really think about it. 

He only had me. Of course he would be devastated right now. I felt awful for leaving him, but as I progressed, I found numerous threats from unknown numbers. 

It stated that I would pay the price if I didn't show up on a specific location at a specific time. I felt a shiver run through me as I read them. I realized that the texts were sent not long ago. Just a few minutes ago. Those were probably the one that woke me up. I started 

'Believe me, I genuinely didn't want for the situation to go this far, but you leave me no choice, Rain.' 

'Come before this happens.' 

Suddenly a picture of my father tied to a chair was sent. He had an expression of terror on his face and tears streamed down his cheeks as there was a gun pressed again his temple. I could not make out who was holding the gun because only a small part of his arm appeared in the picture. My hands trembled and I didn't know what to do. I had not even the slightest idea as to how I would get back to my pack or how I would escape this house and Samuel's guards.

This was a dumb decision. I started regretting it so bad. I didn't know what came over me when I accepted. I would have never done this if I was in my normal conditions. There was something that urged me to accept back then, but it seemed as if those messages snapped me back to reality. I made a mistake and I had to take responsibility for it. 

I made my decision. I'm going to escape this place and find someone who would help me back to my pack. I fully understood that this person might have bad intentions as well considering my previous encounter with Lucas. I had no trust in most- if not all members of this pack. It gave an extremely bad first impression about them, but I had no choice. I had to this for my father. I was the one who made the mistake and I had to be responsible for my actions. Suddenly another text was sent,

'You have till midnight, if you don't show up, let's just say this show is going to end with a bang. :)' 

Fuck. I looked at the time in my phone to see that it was, 10:00 PM. I gulped, forcing my trembling hands to stop. I put the phone back in my bag, hoping that it would not die on me. I still needed it to let him know that I arrived and to see it there was any change of plans. I got up and off the bed, racing towards the door. I truly hoped that the door would not be locked, but to no one's surprise, it was. I groaned and tried breaking it down a few times, but who was I kidding, the door didn't even budge. 

I shifted to the only other option. The Window. I stared at the window for a few minutes, figuring out how to open it since the curtains didn't move when I tried opening it the day before. I came up with an idea. I knew it was not the wisest, if I didn't want to catch attention, but I did it anyway since it seemed like the only thing I could do. 

I lifted a chair and banged it against the window. I heard the shattering sound of glass cut through the silence of the night. I pulled the chair back and checked the curtains again to see that they were no longer hard. Probably there was some kind of wood or glass strengthening it from behind. I looked out of the window. The ground was not very far from where I was, but I would get seriously injured if I attempted jumping from this height. 

I grabbed one of the curtains and dangled it outside the window. I grabbed onto it once again and pushed my body out the window. 

Now that I was at a closer distance to the ground, I could safely jump down. I let my hands go of the curtains, shortly after, I felt my feet touch the ground. I got up and started running, taking a quick look around to see that everyone was still in the pack house. No one came out to check where this sound came from. Good!

I stopped abruptly as I heard my phone buzz again, meaning that I received a new text. I quickly checked it out. It was from the same number that threatened me and my father. 

'Tik-tok, tik-tok, tik-tok' 

He sent a reminder. My eyes shot up to check the time to see that it was 10:30 PM already. I gasped slightly and kept running, but suddenly, 

"Girls like you shouldn't be wandering the streets this time at night."