Never Give Up

Chapter 3 - Taylor

Well, if this is how it is going to be, I’m just going to have deal with it. No one has been in here in a while. After my reaction to Mr. Gorgeous, that is probably a good thing.

What the hell is that sound? Looking towards the door, I see a piece of paper sliding underneath. Quietly crawling over and picking it up, I sit near the only light and begin to read.

Reece’s twin, don’t worry, baby. I just got to nip back to the west side. I will be back for you, but this is all part of our plan to take down the Alpha. I know you have no idea what I’m on about as, well, you know you just have no idea. Anyways I know you’ll be okay. You’ll be in my heart. Try not to rise against Dad. (yeah I’ve got some explaining to do about saying Dad. Anyways, stay out his way, he has already done a number on you, baby, and I don’t want to see you hurt again.

My love always, Zane xx

Zane? Not only is he hot, but he’s got a sexy name, too. Well, Zane, I’m glad I’m in your heart, but I still don’t understand what this all has to do with Reece and why the hell I am here and not her?

BANG!

Oh, my god! What the hell was that? I run over to the mattress and curl up in the corner, trying to protect myself.

BANG! BANG!

Were those gunshots? Hyperventilating, I fall into a panic attack. I have no idea what is going on, but if I can’t get my breathing under control, somebody is going to know where I am. I have no idea if that’s a good or bad thing.

Seriously, Taylor. Get it together. Stop acting like a damn girl. You’re going to get yourself killed.

Taking deep breaths to help calm myself, I sit, listening to what is going on outside my door.

BANG!

“You motherfucker. Dad, stop shooting that f*****g gun. You can’t aim for shit.”

Who the hell is that? It doesn’t sound like Zane, but I have no idea what he sounds like when he’s mad. He was so soft and gentle with me earlier, then told me he was going west. Dammit, I’m so confused. I have no idea how long I’ve been here or even when I can get a shower and some clean clothes. I freaking smell!

Suddenly, I hear big, booming footsteps heading towards my door. With the growls of wolves. That can’t be good. What the hell am I going to do? Shrinking back, I pray that whoever it is doesn’t open the door. Zane warned me, he warned me about someone named Alpha, but I have no idea who the other one is.

I curl into a corner, tears stinging my eyes. Someone has a gun and I think that person is coming this way. I try to force air into my lungs, but no matter what I do, it just isn’t working.

“Oh Lord, please don't let him come in here.” I pray, of course I’m s**t out of luck when the one person I don’t want anywhere near me, throws the door open and fills the whole space.

“Oh, sweetheart, that isn't going to help you. You see, when I want something, I f*****g take it, and don't give a s**t about who gets in my way. The more you struggle, the better it is for me.” He gives that smile that will forever be etched in my memory, one that I can only associate a murderer before the kill.

“Baby girl, you keep crying and I’m going to get f*****g harder and it’s already painful. I’m going to sink myself so freaking deep into that tight snatch of yours.”

He reaches over, grabs me by my hair, and bends me over the mattress. I’m crying hard, I’m terrified of what he’s going to do to me again. I know it’s only a matter of time before more will come and want to join in. I try my best to fight, but it only encourages Alpha to carry on, whispering in my ear how hot he finds it that I try and fight him.

My already lack of clothing is torn away from my body. “Jesus, Angel. Look at you. So f*****g ripe for the taking.”

“Please leave me alone, I’m not the girl you think I am” I beg, it’s a waste of air on my part.

Alpha forces me to my knees, his chubby fingers wrapping around the back of my neck, making sure under no circumstances will I be able to move. The tell-tale selling sign of his zipper being opened and the button clanging against his nail. The moans as he reaches into the confines of his, I feel the blast of panic take a hold. His intake of breath and I know he has his d**k in his hands and he’s squeezing it before he rubs it against my ‘sweet lips’ as he calls them. I am gone.