When I finally woke up, my head was pounding, which was a good thing because it kept me from thinking of the pain caused by my mate’s words. I sat up and lifted myself from the floor. It was dark outside and it was hard to see anything in this tiny shack. I walked in the direction of the door and began to feel the wall till I found what I hoped was a light switch.
The light turned on but it was dim but more than enough for me to see. I had a small table with two chairs. On the corner of the table was blood. My blood. There was a double bed in one corner of the room with a tiny dresser and a chair that looked like it had seen better days. To my right was a small counter with a sink but no refrigerator or stove.
To the side was a tiny closet and a door which I hoped was a bathroom. I opened the door to a very tiny bathroom. I flipped on the light and looked into the mirror. Dried blood had caked to the side of my face. There was a lot of blood and dirt. I looked around and, to my surprise, found that the room was clean with fresh towels.
I quickly cleaned my face and made my way to bed. I was beginning to feel dizzy and I knew this feeling. If I didn’t lie down I would pass out. Again I was consumed by darkness.
I awoke to my shirt soaked with my own sweat. My hair was soaked and the humidity was making it hard to breathe. There was no air-conditioning and no windows were open. I made my way to the bathroom, stripped off my clothes and walked into the shower. Turning the water on cold, I sat on the floor of the shower and pulled my knees to my chest and finally let myself cry.
What had I done to deserve this kind of treatment? I remember the pain of losing my parents. I watched as the life left my mother’s eyes and cried as my father’s last words were that he loved me. The only hope I had was to be loved again by my mate. I thought I would have somebody care about me as much as I wanted to care about him.
But I was wrong. The pain he caused me on the inside was gnawing at me. It felt like somebody was taking a knife and slicing me from the inside. Did I not deserve happiness? What was so wrong with me? Would he have loved me if I was a Beta? Maybe if I was prettier or had a better body. All these thoughts ran through my mind.
I don’t know how long I cried but I finally pulled myself together and got out of the shower. Slowly, I dragged myself to my bag, still lying by the door. I pulled out a tiny pair of shorts and a tank top.
I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. My mate took me to his home. Or should I say prison and I could feel the hunger pain. I was so hungry I started to feel sick.
I began to open the windows, trying to get some air in the shack. They didn’t open far, which I assume was on purpose. The door had been bolted shut from the outside, leaving me no way of getting any real air.
I had to be noon by the feel of the heat. I wasn’t sure what day it was or how long I had been passed out. I didn’t smell my mate so I knew he hadn’t come to check on me. I didn’t smell anybody, which means he didn’t even care enough to send somebody to check.
Luckily, I had some granola bars in my bag for when I had planned on escaping. I chose to only eat one and save the others. I had no idea if I would receive food and I needed to try and keep as much as I could. Lack of food was slowing the process of my healing and I had no idea what my mate had planned for me.
The day passed quickly as Nova and I tried to formulate a plan on how to get out of here. I thought she would fight to stay with our mate, but after watching him with another woman and him physically hurting us, she knew it was best for us to get away.
Once the moon was overhead, I crawled back onto the bed and fell asleep. The next morning, I was awoken by a knock on the door.Before I could reply, it opened and the Beta walked into the room with a tray. He sat a tray on the table with two bottles of water.
“Hi! Umm I’m Jaclyn” I mumbled and slowly reached my hand out to shake his hand while keeping my eyes low.
“I’m Brett, Alpha Jayson’s Beta.” He smiled and grabbed my hand and firmly shook it.
I must have looked really bad because his eyes held a sorrowful look. I made my way to the table and lifted the cover from the food. I had no idea what this was, but it was not food. It looked like grits but it was grey and had an awful aroma.
I looked at Beta Brett and gave him a small smile before I attempted to eat. After two bites, I felt like I was going to be sick and couldn’t eat anymore. Setting the spoon down, I looked over to Beta Brett.
“What day is it? How long have I been here?” I asked.
He seemed a bit surprised but replied “Four days, are you not hungry?”
I hesitated, not knowing if I should tell him the food was disgusting or to say I was not hungry. “Well, I can’t eat this, I am sorry but it is making me sick. But I really appreciate the water. Thank you”
With that, he picked up the tray and left without saying goodbye.
Four days! How long was I passed out on that floor? I don’t know if it was heat or the lack of food, but I began to feel sick and lowered myself to the bed and slept. It seemed to be the only thing that brought me relief.
Over the next 4 days, Brett would return each morning with a tray of the most disgusting food I had seen. Each morning I drank the water and thanked him. I would try to make small talk but he remained a good little solider and didn’t respond unless necessary. I would eat a granola bar after he left.
I was on my last 2 granola bars and beyond weak. It was hard for me to even get out of bed. But if my calculations were correct it was my birthday. Laying in bed, I ate my last two granola bars and sipped the warm water. I used an empty water bottle and filled it with sink water.
Beta Brett showed up as usual with my “food”, but today I didn’t even bother getting out of bed. He set the food on the table with water.
“Just leave it” I whispered, since I didn’t have enough strength to speak any louder. I rolled over and went back to sleep as soon as I heard the door shut. Maybe this is my ending. Maybe I can just go to sleep and never wake up.