I felt my soul leaving my body. Right before the device hit the ground, my foot pushed in the direction. A gasp left me as pain shot throughout the bones in my leg. Bending down, I held the throbbing spot. "My phone!" Maria yelled, coming and picking it up. She rubbed it clean like it was her baby. Thank the Lord, it didn't break though it most definitely broke a few metatarsals in my foot. "The fuck were you doing, slave?" I had to crane my neck to look up at Tera. She looked furious as always. "You're fucking stealing now?" I shook my head. "N-No. I-I..." My heart pounded in my chest. I couldn't be caught. Not when I was so close to my salvation. "It was at the edge. I hit it accidentally." "You think I will believe you?" She spat. Then a smirk took over her face. "Wait till the Alpha hears about this." I felt the colors draining from my face. "N-No, no-""Tera," Nola spoke finally, "no need to stretch it. We have been here the whole time. She wouldn't dare do anything." T
It was time. I pulled myself to a sitting position. It was still dark outside, but it wouldn't be for long. I glanced to my side at the emptiness of the bed. Nola was gone. Getting up, I fished out a few pillows I found in her closet and lined them up, covering all the way to the head pillow. Satisfied by my representative for the next few hours until someone figured out, I took a black scarf from her drawer and headed out. Luckily no one was at the hallway- My breath got caught in my throat when a woman appeared at the other end. She had her hands on her eyes rubbing vigorously, then she stilled. I was too far in to go back unnoticed. So I did what my panicked brain suggested me to do. I twisted the knob of the nearest door and slid in. Her footsteps approached, then paused and continued back down the hallway. I could just imagine her looking around baffled and blaming it as hallucination on lack of sleep. I let out a breath of relief which got abruptly cut in the middle. I
If I had felt fear before, it wasn't anything compared to this moment. It felt like when a man was being chased by a Great White, or when a claustrophobic got stuck into an elevator, even when one thought about a zombie apocalypse coming true. It made your soul want to isolate your body. It made one wish to the earth and wish hard to crack open and swallow them whole. It made them scream at the top of their lungs. I did. I screamed at the top of my lungs. The sound abruptly got cut off when the hugeness of his rough hand wrapped around my windpipe constricting it. I could feel my esophagus closing. No air reached my lungs. I clawed at his hand, but he didn't budge. He looked like he had made his decision, and it was my slaughter. "Sh-She 'ed 'elp." I gasped using the last air in my lungs. "L-'et go. P'ease..." He didn't listen nor said another word. He didn't have to. The red, hot anger radiating from him was speaking loud on his behalf, and it was so thick I felt the flaming a
Clomp! Clomp! The sound of heavy footsteps came like the low beating of a drum before a sanguinary war ensued. It energized the battler and terrified the enemy. My hold tightened around the knife as I straightened up pointing it at the door. Clomp! Clomp! With every step nearing, my heartbeat quickened so much I felt like it was going to jump out of my mouth and ditch me. Even my hands gotten so slippery, I was struggling to hold onto the knife without cutting myself. The doorknob twisted slightly. Once. Twice. It didn't budge. I prayed and prayed hard so he would leave finding the door locked. He didn't. He stayed there.I could just imagine the reddish stuff in his anger calibrating scale going up. Then the jiggle of a key inserting into the lock sent a tremor down my back. I had been such a fool. Of course, he had the key. Hurrying to the door, I leaned on my back against the wall beside. Considering his inhumane strength, I would only have one chance. One chance to ram t
I stared at the broken pieces of the knife beside me on the bed. It was useless against that man. But it could of been useful to me. My hand stretched, curling around the spine and brought it closer. I glanced at my wrist, then the knife and back at my wrist, a voice in the back of my head repeating the same words like a mantra. Do it. Kill. End this misery.Kill. Kill. "No!" I screamed, straightening to a sitting position and hurling it at the door. The tip of the knife dug into the wood before falling to the floor with a clink, leaving its mark. Just like he did on me. I had gone to the washroom in the morning, took off my underwear and looked myself in the mirror. The gasp that left me was followed by a waterfall of new tears and sobs of pure humiliation. My butt was all red with horizontal stripes from one side to the other. The flesh was so sore I could barely touch it let alone sit on it. The day went by. I stayed in my bed. Hungry and thirsty. Nola never came. Even i
My fingers curled around the paper, crumbling it from sight. All my fears came to a halt when those ruthless silvers met my blue ones, and pure anger and worry morphed the emotions into a swirl in the back of my mind. He stepped in, closed the door and strolled past me in such arrogance like he wasn't even the list bit concerned about the seething girl before him. How could he? It was the same vulnerable girl he tortured, pushed around as he wished, pulled the strings as he deemed essential. But this girl wouldn't back down when it came to the people she cared about. She could growl and fight back. I turned around and found him sitting on the sofa with his arms splayed over the sofatops, and one knee over the other. His eyes watched me bored like rudely encouraging me to spill the beans already. "What did you do to Nola?" I asked. He stared at me for a few seconds, then his eyes dragged lower to my thighs and back, and he tilted his head as if to ask 'Did you forget your last pun
I gulped. Took one step back. He took one closer. One more, then another. My back hit the desk behind, and I felt the colors draining from my face. I was in no state to take another punishment, not in a million times wished it upon me. "The fuck were you doing here?" he spat, his eyebrows drawn together in a threatening way. "I... I-I..." I looked around for a clue on what to use as my excuse for my own breathing was too loud for my thoughts to process properly. My hands were shaking worse now. The weight of the book inside my shirt slowly slipping added to the feeling of pure, raw terror. The consequence of breaking his rules were never as soft as the spanking I got from my papa when younger. No. They came down upon me like a thunder, leaving marks for future lessons. And right now, the way his silver eyes were darkening, and jaw clenching, it was all the warning I needed to try harder for myself. From the corner of my eyes, I spotted the duster brush on the floor by the door
Before I could stop her, Tera snatched the paper from my hand. "No-no. Wait!" I tried to reach for it, but I was no match to her height, and the glare she was directing my way froze me in my ground. My heart didn't beat inside me, it pounded like a madman getting all his anger out on a door. The word caught echoed in my head. I was dead. So dead. She'd tell him; he'd know. He'd know about my papa. He would go after him and...Uncrumpling the paper, she stared at it, her brows furrowing angrily. I gulped. I had the urge to hit her in the head, finish her, stop her from going to Hades. I urged violence to save my loved one. I might have even acted on it had she not turned the paper over, her eyes blinking in confusion. She turned it back, then raised it before my eyes. "What is it? What were you trying to do?" I stared at the blank paper, not being able to fathom a thing. There was no single word message on it anymore. It looked like not even a scratch from a pen graced it ever.