Forced To Be His Luna

Broken Souls

"I'm telling you the truth," she yelled to his face.

"Get out," he shouted at the doctor. "Get out of my house. Me and my wife have some issues to settle."

Ava squinted her eyes at him in surprise as she stood up from the bed, "You're in his house, dummy."

"Then where is my house? Take me to my house?" He ordered without acknowledgement for his obvious mental condition.

"Take the shields down and I'd take you there," Ava offered him a deal.

He lowered them and turned around to her making a knife out of his hand, "If you run away, I promise I'd kill you myself."

Ava sighed but then ran into him, picking him up and throwing him off on a couch in his house in a matter of minutes.

"Aah," he gasped and felt his body with his hands.

Concurrently, Ava gained sight of her phone sitting amongst other stuffs on the desk and picked it up with a sudden feeling of relief.

Alfred pulled it from her hand in a sharp forceful motion, "What witch gave you this? It feels like I've seen this before," he strained his head with his other hand while Ava just stared at him hoping for him to remember.

In an unexpected twist of tone, he stood up and grabbed her by the neck with so much anger. His grip tighter than glue, "Is this what you're sacrificing our child for? To get some kind of... Magic mirror from a witch?"

"Let's go of me," she kicked him in the nutsack and walked towards the door as he fell on his knees and grabbed his balls, groaning in pain.

"Go on, run away," he pulled himself on the floor, crawling to the window. "You've got speed. And what have I got. A wife who doesn't love me, trying...to steal my son away from me as well for whatever evil intentions."

He grabbed the window and helped himself up, leaping towards her while she opened the door wide, ready to leave.

"I'd rather die than let you walk out that door with my son," he charged forward and grabbed her hands tightly.

"Let's go," she kicked him in the nutsack again and pushed him away this time.

"Ahh," he sat up on the ground. "Look how useless I am," his eyes grew tearful. "I can't even control my own wife. I can't... I can't save my own child."

He helped himself up with the window again and leaped as he finds balance on his feet. "Alright, do whatever you will with him. I won't be alive for people to call me a useless man who couldn't even keep a family." He stumbled over the window of his one-story house falling straight to the ground.

Undoubtedly his actions surprised Ava, but she was tired of explaining and decided to walk off without even going to check on his motionless body.

She embarked on a journey to the city again following the railroad, this time keeping her eyes wide open until she noticed the phone in her hand again and turned her focus to it.

A smile brightened her face as she scrolled through the pictures of Neo and her on the phone. But soon confusion sailed in and chased the smile away. Something was wrong, Neo's pictures are all fading off.

She scrolled through them perplexed, her finger sliding them pass with speed like she's about to check all 3000 photos on her phone in a second.

She soon stumbled upon a video of both of them poking fun at his surname.

"Ragnar..." Ava said clumsily in the video, with a bottle of wine in her hand. "So when I marry you my name will be Ava Ragnar. Hmm," she turned to Neo. "Does it fit?"

Ava smiled then scrolled back to see that the pictures have all suddenly disappeared in their numbers. She shook her phone thinking it's a malfunction but then she slided back to see that even the video had just disappeared.

'Ragnar," Neo's surname rang in her head as she panicked. Then a memory from highschool were a teacher was calling Neo his full name surfaced in her mind.

"Neo Ragnar," she whispered.

And then flashbacks of her first meeting with Alfred troubled her. "I'm Alfred. Alfred Ragnar," his voice echoed in her head.

She gasped in unbelief, "Alfred is Neo's... great... grand father."

In a burst of speed she ran back to the house.

"I swear to God she was right there," one of the cowboys assured another who peeked through a binoculars, of the wellness of his sight.

The man, Wesley's friend dropped down the binoculars and turned to the men. "Ride with me. We're going to avenge our brothers." He hopped on his horse and rode away.

...

On the other hand Ava arrived at the house and realized Alfred's body hasn't moved an inch. She rushed in into the house and placed him on the bed.

"Please don't be dead. Please don't be dead," she begged as she pounded his chest with her hands.

At last Alfred coughed and jumped on his butt. He immediately felt his chest with his palm to ease the pain, "What am I still doing here? You don't want me to be with you and you won't let me go, what do you want from me?" He shouted at Ava and made a knife, putting it on his throat.

Seconds away from cutting himself Ava grabbed his hand, "I love you." She looked into his eyes to see if he felt any better. "You can have me. You can have the child. You can have whatever you want. Please don't just hurt yourself," she begged.

The offer kind of appeased Alfred. He made the knife disappear and stared down on her while she knelt beside him. "Prove it."

"How?" She questioned, confused.

Without hesitating Alfred slowly took down the sleeves of her gown, leaving her in her underwears.

Ava's mind froze. The only thing that mattered was saving Neo and to do that she had to save Alfred from killing himself. Which means she had to do whatever he says to prevent him from another combustion of suicidal rage.

In the following seconds, he stood up and gently raised her up. With his hands then unhooking her bra.

Minds don't quaver but Ava's mind was literally shivering in this moment. Her mental health entering a state of continuous chaos as an ancestor undressed her.

'Does this mean I'm cheating on Neo?' the walls of Ava's mind echoed with questions of such magnitude, questions which were answered by more questions. 'Am I supposed to let him do this?'

While she was soaked in thoughts, her bra had already made it to the ground, leaving her naked boobs hanging. And then she felt her pant going off. She quickly grabbed it up and faked a smile at Alfred, "I'm pregnant, remember?"

He falls back on the bed disappointed yet happy, "Of course, I wouldn't dear hurt our baby boy." He kissed her stomach and laid his back down.

"I'd need to go and pee," she said as she wore her gown and then walked off.

...

In the bathroom a cacophony of angry emotions wearied her heart, making her eyes grow watery. She rested on the wooden walls of the bathroom and scrolled through her phone to see if the pictures has come back. Unfortunately, they haven't.

Ava dropped on her ass in tears. This time she whimpered audibly like a man child.

But then she raised her head with eyes carved in discovery, "Margret Ragnar. Neo said his great grand mother owned a flower shop. I can find her if I check all the flower shops in town."

Ava stood up in hope and raced away in speed almost like she's racing with time. Luckily she found the first chop without going about asking for locations.

"Excuse me, mam," she approached the beautiful mid 20's lady in the chop. "I'm looking for someone named Margret."

"And who're you?" The woman inquired.

Ava's lips hunted for words but then she replied sharply, "Alfred sent me to..."

"Get out of my chop," Margret suddenly gets hostile.

Jackpot, Ava has found her but she was confused. "What happened between you?"

"That imbecile had the guts to invite me on a date and not show up. My guess, he was with another hoe," rage filled her eyes.

"When was it?"

"Last week Saturday," Margret answered angrily and then went to open the door, a gesture for Ava to leave.

'Saturday. That was the day he found me,' Ava's mind reminisced.

She turned to Margret again, "But you don't need to give up on him so soon. I'm sure he has an explanation for all this."

"Alfred has always been a manwhore. I didn't think he'd abandon his own mate to go about with random women," she shook the door as soon as she was done talking; another clear gesture for Ava to leave.

"I'm sorry mam," in a flash Ava went behind her with an handkerchief to her nose, and choked her until she passed out.

"I'm really sorry," she repeated as she carried her on her shoulder and raced back to Alfred's wooden house.

She returned to find it burnt to the ground alongside the cowboys while Alfred stood afar off it, feasting his eyes.

Ava paused with her eyes wide open at the burning house. "You killed them all?"

"Yes," Alfred replied. "They said they were the ones I saved you from. I wanted it to stay that way."

He then noticed the woman lying motionless at Ava's feet. "Who's this?"

"That can wait. What's the name of the street that you normally use when going back to the town?"

"I don't know," Alfred rubbed his forehead. "The 33rd Street maybe, by the Herald square."

"Thank you," she grabbed him from behind and blocked his nose with Titan arum, a flower with a extremely displeasing scent.

Alfred quickly passed out.

"I hope this works," she carried them one by one to the cowboys' warehouse which was now void of men and locked them in.

When she was done, she placed one hand on the door and bowed her head like she's about to say a prayer, "If two people are locked together for a while, they're definitely gonna fall in love right?" Then she checked the phone to see that the pictures are back, "Yes!" She yelled joyously.

She then turned around and gazed at the open field in a puzzled expression, "33'rd Street. By the Herald square." She raced off to look for it.

In about 10 minutes time she stumbled upon the street and immediately found the skateboard lying in the dirt at a corner. She picked it up without wasting time and skated on it, repeating the same pattern of motion she carried out the first time.

A bright white light shun over her eyes and boom! She found herself at the corner of the street above the sewage pipes where she found the skateboard.

At first she was suspenseful, then she looked around and could clearly recognize everything. "I'm home," she smiled with a single tear dripping down her cheek. A tear of joy.

"Neo," her head rang and she raced off.

In a minute she arrived at his house, where she was recently kidnapped, and rushed in in hopes of finding the CCTV footage of Hendrix raping and then kidnapping her. Maybe she could turn the pack against him, she thought.

But as she entered the sitting room in the house, something bizarre greeted her eyes. Pictures of Neo and another woman, holding a baby.

"What're you doing in my house," Neo sighted her from the dinning table and stood up.

"Neo," Ava walked towards him with overwhelming happiness but then her gaze expanded to see the woman in the picture eating on the dinning alongside the 2 years old boy.

"Who's she?" Ava asked with wide open eyes.

In response the girl on the table raised her fingers with a large smile, showing her the ring on em, "I said yes."

"Me and Christy are getting married this weekend, Ava," Neo announced. "He still haven't put a ring on it has he? He's still cheating on you with multiple hoes."

"Who're you talking about?" She cried out in frustration.

"Are you drunk? I'm talking about your boyfriend, Hendrix. That night when you broke up with me, I was hopeless and frustrated until I found Christy."

Christy walked to his side and wrapped his arm around herself with a joyful smile, one capable of stirring envy.

Ava walked around the same spot rubbing her head with both hands, "No no no no no, this is not real. This is not real." Her head starts vibrating like it's about to explode, with electric sparks beaming her whole body up.

"This is not real!" She screamed the last one out and bursted into a race, running into Christy and crushing her on one edge of the dinning table which dug into her spine. She then raced into a wall and fainted.

"Christy!" Neo yelled and ran towards her while the table fell forward on the boy, with a butter knife dropping down on his throat.

Neo froze halfway and gasped for breath with tears dripping down his eyes. He turned around to Ava who laid motionless on the ground and climbed on her.

"You cold-hearted b***h," he choked her with all his strength.