Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 41: I will free you, my Hope..“How did you open the wounds in your mouth again, Thea?” The cook keeps his voice tender and low, not to put more pressure on the younger. He is afraid that if he pushes Althea, the smaller will break, the million shatters barely holding together falling to the ground and breaking into dust.“I had the spoon in my mouth. I wanted to keep eating for you so I kept it there while I thought of a way to carve it out without Diaz knowing.”“It’s fine, the bleeding stopped already. Does it hurt?”“I didn’t notice, Harley, I’m sorry. Please don’t tell Diaz. I didn’t notice! I was thinking and— and— I didn’t notice, Harley! I promise!”The sudden screams take Harley aback. Althea becomes hysteric, screaming about how sorry she is while pleading the cook not to tell Diaz. The smaller sits, still screaming apologies, forcing Harley to sit as well, frozen, scared. The blonde suddenly shifts to her knees, running a hand over Harley’s

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 43: Everything was destined..Two days after the first seizure, Althea learns that not being able to sleep even when exhausted is much better than having to run to the toilet every three minutes to vomit. She hasn’t eaten anything in days, as it only results in her puking it anyways. She is already used to not having any food but she isn’t sure she can be so happy about not being able to keep any liquids down either.Now, Althea lies on her back, crying and shivering as her head spins. She isn’t sure when was the last time she drank water but her mouth is impossibly dry, so much so, her tongue bleeds here and there because of the cracks in her skin. Desperate to feel something else, anything else, Althea grabs the dagger from the bedside table, and presses the blade against her skin. She makes one cut after the other, her hands so weak the blade shakes back and forth, digging deeper than intended. She focuses on the pain she can control, finally feelin

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 45: oh don’t cry Janine .Kitty runs straight into Althea’s arms. The blonde is quick to bring him close, enjoying the licks and purrs of the cat. The whole reunion makes for a beautiful scene, except, Jana can’t focus on anything other than the appearance of the blonde. Skinny. Tired. Sick. Lifeless.“Thanks, Jana,” says Althea with a small smile. “For taking care of him while I couldn’t.”The mere words make Jana want to cry because Althea shouldn’t feel thankful, she should feel disgusted of her. Her inability to help her is outstanding. First Harley and now, Althea.I can’t help anyone.“It was nothing, my little chick,” answers Janina, her voice shaking.Lately, with everything that she is going through, Althea can’t walk or stand for too long without feeling faint. It is, of course, no surprise to her since she barely eats anything. She is also sure that being injured more often than not, is not helping her body strength. Even just carrying the lig

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 47: what is happening? .Althea knows Jana hates being called feminine names and being treated like the mother of the gang. She despises the role some people try to make her play. And Lucius knows about it better than anyone.The raven stands from the table, anger already building inside his throat. He throws the fork away else he will stab someone with it.“Stay here, Thea. I can’t play babysitter today, so please, just be good and play with the cat or whatever baby birds do in their free time,” says Lucius. His mind is already full of Jana, enough to forget about the blonde’s very real eating disorder or her knack for self destruction.“Oh, Lucius?” Althea calls him with a low voice. The tone is solemn, sending a shiver through the raven’s spine. “You are right. Clyde forbade her from seeing you.”With that Lucius leaves. Althea forgets about the food, already nauseous. She goes to lie down on the bed but is forced to run to the toilet by a clump of oa

Sold to Diaz Cartel.Chapter 49: good girl.“Althea?” Lucius strolls through the empty kitchen, frustration and annoyance building inside him. He sees the drops of blood resting on the kitchen bench, along with the abandoned food. The stains act as an effervescent of his fast decaying mood. The lack of the baby chick sitting in the middle of the room where he left her makes everything worse. “Althea! I swear I will cut your—”“Lucius,” says Althea. The blonde’s face peeks out of the walk-in pantry. Her cheeks are flushed and she is covered in sweat. “I was….hungry.”Althea shows the raven the piece of plain bread in her hand. She makes sure to keep her voice stable and sweet, ignoring her racing heart. She hides one of her shaking hands in her pocket, praying for the raven not to notice the sweat beads covering her forehead. Althea knows she smells like fear, all the telltales of a child getting caught while being naughty displayed in her demeanour but there isn’t much she can do ab