Chapter 15
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Escape to freedom.
VIVIENNE'S POV.
Who the f**k was I forced to live with? My eyes tore open with the injustices I would have to face.
The rough treatment, the degrading words. Gosh! I couldn't believe I felt drawn to him for a second.
“Let's get you cleaned up,” Donna helped me up, leading me to my bed.
She quickly drew a bowl of water and handed the wet handkerchief to me. “Here, wipe your tears.” She said, “Your make-up is a bit smudged.”
“I'm smudged,” I sniffled.
“You're not, you're just…” she paused and looked at the mark on my shoulder. “You are just in a different position from the life you once knew.”
“Easy for you to say,” I hissed. “You're not the one he's sleeping with. He almost yanked my arms out.”
Donna smiled and shook her head. “You really don't know much. I pity you, your life must have been so perfect before they reeled you into this mess,”
“You get it,” I replied almost immediately. “I was giving no warning. And besides, what there to know, I am not safe here,”
“None of us are,” Donna replied. “He may be your husband but I feel like you know this already, we are all scared of him. The elders are, the maids are and even the guards.”
“If only you knew what he did to me when I started working here years ago.”
I sniffled and glanced at her in curiosity..”what did he do to you?”
She pulled up her sleeve down to her shoulder, revealing a long scar, trailing down to her breast. I gasped in horrid shock as she covered herself, shooting a coy smile.
“Oh my goodness,” I exclaimed. “What happened? What did you do?”
“I did nothing. Just my job, but I ended up being a victim of his anger.” She replied and dabbed a piece of cloth on my shoulder. “At the time,he was so obsessed with enemies. He thought they had infiltrated his palace, so he wanted to fish them out.”
“And I happened to be one of the people he suspected to be working for the enemies.” She continued, walking towards my closet to bring a nightgown for me
“So they imprisoned me and tortured me until I was forced to bleed before they knew I was innocent.”
“Who are the enemies?” I asked as she placed the night gown before me.
“I wish I knew, Luna but till today, I still don't know who the enemies are. I still don't know the people he tortures on a regular basis. It's starting to seem like a hobby and one day, the pack's gonna fall for his rule of tyranny,”
She was only telling her story but she instilled fear in me. There was no way I would listen to her story and choose to stay.
Alpha Micheal had already told me I had one strike left. I wasn't staying to exhaust my strike.
“I thought wrong of you,” I whispered. “I didn't know he… you went through…”
“Nah, it's okay,” she cut in, drawing closer with an intense look. “It's my fault for choosing to stay here. If I were you, I would…” she paused and reduced her voice to a low tune. “I would make a run for it.”
She walked out of my room as soon as she said that. My door clasped shut but her voice lingered like an undying echo.
If I didn't know better, I'd say she wanted me to run away. She knew it would be better for me. She wasn't supposed to suggest anything like that but she did anyway.
I felt like listening to her but I knew it was a bad idea.
The guards weren't going to let me through in the first place and where was I going to run to anyway. I stretched on my bed, cautious of my sore thighs.
But then, a note fell on the floor.
“How did this get here?” I mumbled. I looked around but there was nobody around.
“Donna,” Lysander said to me. “She must have dropped this for you.”
I bent down to pick it up, unfolding it almost immediately.
“My goodness,” I gasped. It looked like an escape route out of this huge prison.
“You're not gonna try and escape, are you?” Lysander said to me.
“It's now or never,” I replied. “We can't stay here. Look what he did to me. He's cruel and heartless. We have to leave,”
“Think about this, Vivienne,” Lysander replied. “Okay, let's say we escape, where are we going to go? Who would take us in? And think about your father. Don't you think the Alpha would take his anger out on him,”
“He should for all I care. That's what he gets for forcing me into this.”
“What about Jason?”
“We can't stay here.” I persisted, gazing at the paper Donna slipped into my room. “We have our chance now and we can't blow it.”
“As much as I'd like to leave, I still don't trust that b***h. There's something weird about her… and that scar,”
“Lysander, we might have been wrong about her. She wants us to live a better life,” I argued.
“Or maybe she wants to get rid of us,”
It was hard to tell, but I knew one thing for certain. We were getting the hell out of here. I sprung up to my feet, packing a few things into a small bag.
I could get a job once we are far away from this pack. I just needed safety. After I was done packing. I opened my window to jump out. I tied a bunch of clothes together, making sure they were firm enough to hold my own weight.
Then I climbed down. Though, it felt weird that there weren't any guards in the route Donna had marked out for me.
I kept walking until I could finally see the gates. I could smell my freedom around the corner. I was almost free from the shackles of my subjection. Free from his hold, from my responsibilities.
I began running to the gates with a wife's smile. Unfortunately for me, I heard a twig snap behind the hedges in the tree lawn.
A few breaths away from the gate, an arm popped out of nowhere and I crashed into it, spinning in the air and falling face flat.
The impact was too hard on me. My eyes spun and my head rang with a sharp pain.
I struggled to get up on my feet, but my arms shook weakly and I gave into the pain, blacking out seconds later as a shadow kneeled before me with a whisper.
“Going somewhere? Alpha's not gonna like this, Luna”
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