His Enchanted Soulmate

#3 My Reality.

 I jump in surprise. My body is sweating, and I can feel that my clothes are completely wet. I have been dreaming the same nightmare all these years, running with my mother into the woods during the night. It has been almost 10 years since the last time I saw her, but I am not able to forget about that.

 I take a deep breath to calm my nerves because each time I dream about that night it feels so real that makes me recall all the fear I felt.

 After calm myself, I get up from the bed, and I look through the little window of this f*****g room that is just the big enough to let the light in. I sigh. I am so tired of this. Always the same routine, always the same place. I hate it. Just remember what it means to be in this little and darkroom it sicks me.

 I shake my head because I don’t want to remember that, no yet. On the outside is still a little grim. I think I just 5:00 am, but I can’t go back to bed. Even if I want to I’m not going to be able to sleep again. So, I decide to stretch my body a little, and after some stretching, I walk to the bathroom to take a short bath and change my clothes.

 Each time, I take a bath I try to see the positive side. The water is so cold that I feel how my body shiver when I pour it over me. But, I have heard that it helps to avoid wrinkles. I know is stupid for an 18 years-old girl, but I need to cheer up myself. Otherwise, I am going to die of depression, and I can’t do that. I have to escape from this place. I can’t allow my mom’s sacrifice to be in vain.

  I come out from the bathroom feeling a little fresh, and I notice that someone is already in my room.

“Hey! Morning, I have brought your food.”

 “Morning! Sara, thank you”

 She is Sara, and she is the only person in this place who I can consider as my friend. Sara is the little sister of Samantha. I know, who would have thought that she would be so friendly with me. Well, now that I think about it is understandable because we are the youngest one in this camp. And, since she stays alone in this home we connected really fast when I was brought here by her sister.

“Don’t thank me I can let you die of hunger. Now hurry up. You need to eat before Samantha comes back”

“What? She is coming back again, Why?”

 I ask this because Samantha only comes here three times per month and only for two reasons: To check on her sister or to vent her hanger on me. Each time, she discusses with her lover Brandon, she comes and uses me as her sandbag. She kicks me and slaps me. Even, she has used my body as a white sheet of paper to draw with her f*****g knife.

 All these years, she has been putting the blame on me because Brandon doesn’t see her as her former girlfriend, and because he still thinking in have his way with me. The worst is that my 19 birthday is getting closer, and I would have to face that pig. I have just seen him a few times since I am here because it seems they are really busy killing rogues, and I am so thankful for that.

“Well, I don’t know. She didn’t mention that when she called me, but maybe is because of…”

 She pauses, why is hesitating? I really it hate when she does this. I walk to her and seat by her side.

“Because of what? Come on talk. You know that I don’t like it when you act like this”

 “Well…you know your birthday is going to be in two weeks”

  “Stop!,” I say out loud, “I don’t want to talk about that so please just don’t continue”

  “ I’m sorry”

 She apologizes to me and lowers her head. I know that I sounded a little angry, but I am not upset with her why is she acting like this? I get closer to her, and I hug her. I really care about her, and I don’t want her to think that I am angry.

 “Sara, I’m sorry. I didn’t want to sound mean is just that…”

 “I know. Don’t worry everything is fine”

 After our apologies, we give each other a long hug, and I have to accept that it feels good when you make clear a misunderstanding with your friends.

 Then, Sara stands up from the bed and takes again the tray that brought with food.

 “I’m leaving now. I don’t want my sister to found me her, or she is going to get mad at me”

 I just nod at her and I see her, closing the door after coming out from my room. All this time, I have envied her but in a positive way. I would like to be like her because I could move around, and visit other places.

 She can walk outside, enjoying the sunny and rainy days. Also, she has the chance to go to school. During all this time, I have been studying by myself with the books she gets in the library that is the only thing I am proud of myself. And, I do it because I know someday I am going to leave this place, and I will need basic knowledge to face the world.

 The day was quite good, and to my surprise, Samantha didn’t show her face over here. According to Sara, she was sent with a hunter team to verify some attacks in Mystic Spring because all these years there have been several attacks in the area, but as far as I know, the hunters don’t interfere with the strongest packs, but they don’t miss a chance to kill any rogue.

Even though, Sara told me that it seems that the attacks have been plotted by vampires, who use rogues to make the dirty work, letting them in the darkness. I just wonder if the attack on my pack ten years ago is related to this, but unfairly I can’t answer those doubts.

 I’m starting to fall asleep when I notice that someone comes into the house. I rub my eyes, and I seat in the bed, waiting to listen to something. And, I do, heavy steps are heard from outside, and whoever is making those sounds is coming to my room like a mad person.

 The next moment, the room’s door is open, and the angry face of Samantha makes an act of presence. I just wonder what is going to do with me because even when Brandon forbids her to hit me, she just ignores it. But, I have to accept that she is not so stupid because she avoids letting visible marks on my body.

 So, the perfect place for her hits and cuts is my middle bod. Thanks to her, I really dislike my own stomach that is covered with white and red scars a reminder of all the years of her punishments.

 I move out of the bed, trying to about her punches, but she is too fast that she could grab my hair and pull it with all her strength, making me fall to the floor. I try to use my hands to protect myself, but it’s useless because she is kicking me mercilessly. Now, I even taste blood in my mouth. She is really angry today. I have never seen her like this before.

“I hate you. I really hate you. Why doesn’t he love me? Why? Why is so obsessed with you? He even wants me to abort his child because he says that doesn’t want it. But, guess what? I heard him say he would like to make you pregnant.  s**t like you”

 I’m listening to her words while she still venting her anger and those words are the answer to why she is acting like this. I think this time she is going to kill me. I’m still trying to escape from her, but she is a good fighter, and my weak-thin body doesn’t compare to hers at all.

 I’m sobbing in pain. I have even splatted a big amount of blood on the ground due to her kicks on my stomach. I think my body is not going to resist this, but when I am going to pass out, I hear a voice. 

 “Stop it…Stop it. You are going to kill her. Samantha, please don’t do this.

 Sara just comes into my room and is trying to stop her sister. I am surprised, but at the same time worried for her because this is the first time, she dares to interfere when her sister is mistreating me.

“Get out of here, Sara. This doesn’t have to do with you. So, if  you don’t want me to kick your ass, you better go back to your room”

 Samantha warns her and pushes her to the door direction, but Sara falls on her knees, pleading her sister.

 “Samantha, this is too much. If you continue, you are going to kill her and Brandon would get mad at you”

 “I don’t care” Samantha screams out loud.

 “But I do. What am I going to do if he kills you? You are the only person I have since our brother died three years ago”

 Listening to Sara’s words, my heart shattered. I can hear the fear in her words. And, I understand her. If something happens to me, her sister is going to be severely punished or worst…killed.

 I’m still lying on the cold floor when I notice the gaze of Samantha on me. She is thinking, analyzing, and deciding her next decision.

 After some time, she gives me a grim expression and turns in her heels, leaving the room without utter a single word.

 My body relaxes in relief when I see her walking out of the room. I wince and I see Sara running towards me with a worried expression. She takes my head, placing it on her lap, and I look at her with a slight smile on my face, but even to curl my lips hurt like hell.

“Are you alright? Don’t worry I will help you to take care of your injures,” she mutters between sobbing.

“Thank you,” I say in a low and trembling voice, “I really thought she was going to kill me this time”

 “I know. But, this time Brandon went too far and was insensitive with her. How could he ask her to make an abortion? She is my sister and I love her,  but she is so blind”

 She sigh. I can see she is crying non-stop, but what she says is true. Her sister is so in love with someone who doesn’t love to deserve it but she is so dumb to see it. And, I am the one, who ended paying for that.

 “Sara, don’t worry. I’m sure your sister is going to solve this by herself,” I say, trying to calm her down.

 “I hope so,” she replies, removing the tears on her face, “Now, I will help you to get up. You can’t stay on the floor”

 The next moment, she gets up from the floor and places an arm behind my back to help me to stand in my feet. I frown because my whole body feels like if an avalanche has passed over me, and each step towards the bed is like torture.

 When I reach the bed, I lye down slowly on it to avoid feeling too much pain, but is useless because I end crying of soreness. Seeing this, Sara hurriedly leaves my room to look for something to treat my injures, and in a blink, she is back with bandages and painkillers.

 This time my face is so sore. One of my eyes is really swollen, my lower lip has a long cut, and my whole body has bruises. Looking at my state, I know I must look like a monster.

 After almost half of an hour, Sara finishes cleaning my injures and helps me to change my clothes that are covered in my blood. After that, she picks up everything and leaves me alone to rest.

 I’m tired but at the same time afraid of close my eyes and being attacked again. I move my gaze towards the small window of this room, and I see how the moonlight is entering and illuminating this dark place. I sigh and I start to cry. My chest feels so tight that makes me feel suffocated all of sudden.

 In times like this, I would like to listen to my wolf,  but I can’t. I don’t know why, but when I turned eighteen I couldn’t feel her, and almost one year has passed and nothing has changed. I would like to talk to her. I would like to shapeshift and run out of here.

 Moreover, the thought of my mate is floating in my mind. I wonder if I would be able to find him. What if I meet him someday and he isn’t able to recognize me?

 Just think about that makes me feel devastated. And, it makes me recall my mom’s words. Now, I understand why she apologized to me that night. She knew this was going to happen, she knew it, and I know she caused this. But why? That is the same question I have been doing to myself all this time.

 Why?