Killian's POV
Lunch ended and I was at my locker to grab a notebook I had forgotten. I had already made the arrangements with Kelsey for the apartment. I planned to tell Carson later when he met me at the truck. The bell rang over my head and I realized I was late for my class. I shut my locker after I had the notebook in hand and put it in my bag as I walked.
"Now!" a familiar voice called out and I was seized by both of my arms. The familiar sting in my neck told me they had injected me with something. Soon enough, my body was numb and immobile. They shoved into an empty classroom where others were waiting. There was both Stacy and Frank Fulkturt in all their disgusting glory. Lee and his friends were the ones who caught and drugged me. There was also one other person that I had never seen before. He was a tall male with white hair and red blood-red eyes. His skin was pale and ashy.
I was dropped to the floor in front of the albino male and he smiled at me with an aura so evil I could taste it. He bent down on one knee and grabbed a fist full of my hair. If I could have moved or spoken, I would have cringed away from the pain and gagged at the rank smell coming from his mouth.
"So, this is him?" the creep asked and I heard one of the others answer with a 'yes'. He nodded and set his red eyes back on me. I inwardly shied away from him as he bent down. His hand riffled through my hair as he looked at me.
"Well, you know what you need to do. Get to it," he ordered and the others jumped into action moving around me.
"We will take care of this, Shaw. You don't need to worry about a thing." Frank called out to the albino male as he walked out the door to the class.
"You'd best hope so. This is your last chance and if you don't come through it will be hell for you." Shaw responded in a deadly calm voice with a smile on his face. I internally rolled my eyes knowing that I could have taken him if they had not drugged me.
"Yes Sir…" Stacy answered with fear in her eyes. Shaw walked out of the room without looking back and the others worked me over. I was hit all over my body and there was no way to heal myself. I had no contact with my guides and was cut off from my magic. I didn't panic until they stripped me of all of my clothes. It didn't take long for me to realize what they were going to do to me, again.
I felt the tears build up in my eyes as they spread my legs. I felt them fall as someone shoved into me. I tasted the saltiness as they took turns with me. It felt like hours they had me spread out for their pleasure. I wanted to die but that was not in the plans as they pushed me onto my back.
"Are you fucking defective, or something? Why do you Never fucking cum?" Stacy yelled as she kicked me in the stomach. I groaned as I felt the pain spread through me. It shocked me that it was out loud. Everyone in the room froze with their eyes on me as I wiggled my fingers.
"Why is it wearing off so quickly? It never lasted less than a few hours before?" Frank asked and his wife answered, though, I have no idea what she said. I was too focused on my magic. I could feel it but was still unsure of how to use it.
I looked around the room and noticed that I was alone with Frank. He brandished another needle but this one did not have the familiar blue liquid. This one was yellow and looked like it was thicker. My internal panic must have been clear as day because he let out a laugh I could only classify as evil. He plunged the needle into my arm and instead of the numbness I normally felt, it was like there was ice being poured into my veins. I released a strangled scream before it was cut off by his hand over my mouth. He called the others back in and I was used over and over again with new waves of pain and tears.
It was dark outside by the time they finally left me to die. Once again, I wished that I would finally just leave this world behind. They had what little I had left and shoved it down my throat to metaphorically choke on. Tears once more made the trek down my cheeks as I wondered about having a mate. If I did have one, I pitied them for having such a disgusting and used pairing such as I. I prayed to the other Gods and Goddesses that they are given someone more worth their time.
As the numbing effect wore off from the drugs, everything hit me all at once. The pain from every blow, the blood and semen leaking out of my abused hole, and waves of dizziness and nausea. It all crashed into me as though it was waiting for this exact moment to hit me all at once. Laid bare on the floor of the empty classroom, I secretly hoped this was the end to my pathetic life. I felt weak, tired, and the pain was no longer bearable.
The longer I fought to keep my eyes open, the heavier they became. Even though I knew it was best for me to keep them open, I couldn't. I let them clothes as soft voices called out to me. I couldn't make out what they were saying as I dove head-first into the dark abyss. I allowed unconsciousness to drag me into its sweet and calm embrace.
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The next time I found consciousness, a warm light seemed to be focused on me. A chill surrounded me as I reached out for my blanket. Instead of the thin sheet that acted as my only coverage, I felt the cold linoleum beneath me at the same time my hand collided with a metal chair. Confused, I lifted my head, and pain shot through my body. Slowly, the memories of the night before made their way into my mind. Tears had built up in my eyes as I sat up careful of my new wounds. My dull, lifeless eyes searched the empty classroom and was shocked to find it no longer empty. Sitting at the desk in front of the classroom was a woman. Her brown hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail, her blue eyes were trained on my own and her plump pink lips were pulled into a frown.
"Glad to see that you're awake. I was getting worried," she commented as her slender body lifted from her seat and walked around the desk. I stared at her with red cheeks, my body reacting to the embarrassment I should have felt. I struggled onto my feet and climbed into the closest chair. She dug through the bag on her desk and retrieved a water bottle. My mouth watered at the sight of the cool liquid.
"I'm sorry for any trouble this has caused," I mumbled as she placed the water in front of me. She shook her head and smiled sadly. She took the seat on the other side of the table. I eyed her warily as she settled into the chair with unnatural grace.
"Don't you worry about that. I am more worried about why you are on the floor of my classroom covered in blood." She responded, making it obvious she wanted me to explain. I couldn't voice it. I was so disgusted, I didn't need the taste of those memories on my tongue as well. The memories resurfaced and I could feel the tears as they slid slowly down my dirtied and swollen cheeks.
"I got this, just relax, hafu ina," Selene said as she pushed forward and I allowed her to take control of our body. Both my heart and soul are too damaged to take any more. I drifted off into oblivion as she dealt with the teacher.
Selene's POV
I looked to one of my daughters, instantly recognizing her wolf. I waited until Killian was no longer conscious before I placed a hand on her fur-less cheek. It was still odd for me to communicate with my children in this form. I replayed Killian's memories of the night before. I could tell she had not been expecting magic when her eyes grew wide. At another time I would have laughed or even smiled at the reaction, but my Killian was in pain. When the images of the night formed into ones of when we woke, I pulled back. I stopped the spell and dropped my hand to the table. Many emotions passed over her face as she looked at me, and the ones most prominent were worry and pity.
"That should have never happened to you. I am so sorry for all that has happened to you. I can tell this is not the first time, is it? Do you want to report this? I can back up part of your story at least." She finally spoke in a shaken voice as she tried to shake off the emotions she felt about what I showed her.
"No, it was not the first time. However, I think it best if I go to a medical center. Although, I have no pants at the moment." I answered and she perked up as her slender frame stood from the chair across from me. She gracefully walked over to her desk and rummaged around in the drawers.
As she walked back, I noticed a plastic zip lock bag in her hands about the size of a pillow. I tilted my head in curiosity as she handed it to me. Inside was a men's tank top and some basketball shorts. I raised an eyebrow and wondered why she had such a thing.
"Perks of being the gym and sports resource manager. I can give these to you free of charge." She finally responded.
"Her name must be Mrs. Fitzgerald. I wonder if she is related to Kelsey?" Killias asked as he slowly woke from his internal rest.
"Thank you, Ma'am. This may be asking too much but would you mind taking me to the nearest medical center?" I asked and her eyes grew wide.
"Honestly, I thought that was the plan. However, I do need to contact the principal and explain that I will be absent. Why don't you dress while I shoot him an email?" she suggested and I nodded. Killian pushed for control as soon as she stepped away and I allowed him to retake control.
Killian's POV
I stood from the hard seat and pulled the shorts from the bag. I held back a pained groan as I lifted my leg and slipped it into the shorts. I repeated it as I slid the other leg in and pulled the shorts up. Next was the shirt, and luckily it was much easier. I slid my arms in and left it to fall over my body. When I was done, I took my first look at the floor and it was gruesome. It was covered in red and white smears and puddles. I nearly lost whatever was left in my stomach as I peered down at it. When I looked back to the table, I saw the water she had given me and helped myself as I tried to calm my inner turmoil.
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It was half an hour later that we pulled up to an unfamiliar white building. It resembled a mansion, complete with the white marble fountain out front. On each side of the fountain was a staircase that led to the white-painted deck. By the time I looked over to her in confusion, she was out of the car. She made her way to my side of the car and helped me out of it. Leaving the rest of our things in the car, She turned to make her way to the building.
"Wait. Where is this?" I asked and she turned back to me with a curious expression. Her head tilted, eyes wide, and jaw slightly slack.
" After you 'showed' me what happened to you, I knew you were not human. If I took you to a human hospital, they would figure that out as well. I am the luna of the pack that stays in this home. I brought you here because I thought it might be safer and more comfortable for you. If you prefer a human hospital, I can still take you." Mrs. Fitzgerald said and I nodded in understanding. She was looking out for me as an individual and brought me to her home.
"No, that's alright. I had just never been here before. Thank you for your hospitality." I responded and she kept me steady as she led me toward the building.
Yet, even knowing her for this long, I had not expected to be tackled by a short head of brown and blond hair. I grunted in pain as I landed on the ground and it spread through all my other injuries. I looked to the sky as my body tried to adjust to the sudden wave of pain.
"There you are, Kay! What happened to you yesterday?" Kelsey asked and I could only groan in response. It was then that she took a good look at my face and the parts of my body not covered by the gym clothes.
"MOM? What happened to him? Oh my snuggle puff!" Kelsey nearly shouted as she scooped me up into her arms. It would have been comical if I hadn't been in so much pain. When I looked over to Mrs. Fitzgerald, it all clicked. Her last name, her looks, and even the way they made one comfortable. She had wide eyes as she looked back at me then a small smile grew on her lips.
"Now Kelsey, give him to me. I need to get the poor boy to the clinic. He has had a ruff twenty-four hours already." Mrs. Fitzgerald scolded her daughter as she pulled me up into her arms. She held onto me as she walked into the house and through the various hallways. Other wolves turned to look as soon as my scent hit them but none made a move to help. It shocked me that none of them offered to take me from her but shook it off as Kelsey started to pester her mother with questions.
"Was it that asshole, Lee?" Kelsey asked and both Amelia and I huffed at once. It was a lot more than him. It was so much worse and so much I just want to never speak of again.
"Kelsey, I know this is rude and I love you, but please, shut up," I mumbled but I knew she heard me when she let out a snort. I was just glad that she listened and stopped her insistent questioning.
"Who is this?" a male voice called out and I looked to find a man with black hair with blue streaks in front of us. His green eyes hidden by black-rimmed glasses. His masculine features only deterred by freckles and high cheekbones. He was handsome, okay he was hot but far too old for a highschooler.
"A new patient for you, Doc. His name is Killian and I believe that he will be a handful." Mrs. Fitzgerald answered and I could only groan. The others laughed and I rested my head on the Luna's shoulder.
"Let's get him to an open room then, Luna." the doctor responded and we followed into a small white painted room. Nothing but a hospital bed, a side table, a dresser, and a t.v. was inside. It was bear but somehow it suited how I felt, numb.
"Go ahead and place him on the bed. Kelsey, why don't you wait out there." the doctor suggested and I was grateful. I didn't want her to hear this and sent him a thankful smile as soon as I was laid on the bed. Though it was uncomfortable, it was better than the hard floors that I was used to. Mrs. Fitzgerald and the doctor stood in the corner of the room. I knew she was most likely filling him in on what I showed her. My eyelids felt heavy and slowly closed as I focused on breathing properly.
Before I realized it, I had fallen asleep.
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It was dark, but why was it so dark? I thought I was in the bright white clinic room. I tried to move but my body wouldn't listen. Oh no, did they come back? Did they find me and drug me, again? Shit… Story of my life.
"Killian?" an unfamiliar female voice called out. It was then I noticed my eyes were closed. I tried to pry them open but they felt stuck. I attempted to reach out to my soul and my guides but it felt like there was nothing there. I heard the same voice call my name again but I was panicked, unable to listen to her.
Suddenly, I was surrounded by all the people that made up my nightmares in real life. My heart dropped as I noticed I was tied down to a metal table and they each held a syringe. My fear and panic rose exponentially. It wasn't until I felt a hand on my shoulder that I bolted upright in the nearly empty room. I could tell from both the beeping and the pounding in my veins that my heart was going haywire. The adrenaline still pumped through my veins as I realized there really was a hand on my shoulder. My head snapped over to see who was touching me. I released a very un-many screech and backed away from the unknown person.
"Killian, sweetie, it is alright." the same female voice from my dream cooed as the stranger sat on the edge of my bed. It was then I took the time to really look her over. She was beautiful with chocolate skin, bright golden eyes, and smiling plump lips. She was about five-foot, four-inches with her black heels on. She wore a simple dress with a white doctor's coat over it.
"Hi…" I croaked hesitantly and she smiled at me warmly. I relaxed a bit but didn't move any closer to her.
"Hiya sweetie, my name is Silla. I normally do not wake my patients but you seemed to be having quite the nightmare. How are you holding up?" she asked and I made the so-so motion with my hand. She nodded in what I assume was understanding but asked nothing more about the dream.
"Luna said that you had a rough night and I was assigned to you. Would you mind sharing what happened so that I can treat you properly?" she asked and I held out her hand.
Silla's POV
He held out his hand and I placed mine in it. I had assumed that he needed some sort of comfort but I was very wrong. As soon as my hand was settled in his, my mind was assaulted with all of his memories from the day before. My stomach turned more with every second that passed. What this boy had been put through just last night was gut-wrenching. Somehow though, I feel like it was just the tip of the iceberg of his traumas.
"Honey, I know that was more than enough to have happened but, is there anything else that I should know?" I asked as I tried to hold back my tears. I hoped that the boy would shake his head or say now but again I was so very wrong. My mind was filled with beatings, rapes, and abuse. From what I could tell, it started when he was fairly young.
"How long has this been happening?" I asked, unsure if I wanted the answer. He didn't answer verbally but held up all ten of his fingers.
"Years?" I asked hoping that I was wrong. Yet, tears threatened to fall as he nodded his head.
"Can you tell me who those people are? Besides Lee, that is." I asked and again it wasn't verbal. He showed me images of each person with his voice in my mind telling me their name.
It was when the tears fell from his blank and empty eyes that I finally lost my cool. I mind linked a nurse to stay with him and set up an I.V.; Then I walked as fast as I could to my Alpha's office. I didn't even bother to ask to come in or knock as I entered the room, nearly breaking the door from its hinges. He was about to scold me, I could see it on his face until he saw the look on mine.
"I apologize but we need to talk. NOW." I said and the alpha motioned for me to sit. The luna walked in a few moments later and sat next to her mate. She was followed by her daughter, the next Alpha. I frowned as they both entered with serious and worried expressions. I assumed the current Alpha called them as Kelsey stood by her father's seat.
"What's going on, dad? Silla?" the alpha to be, Kelsey asked worriedly as she looked between me and her father. Everyone was on edge as they waited for me to speak.
"How could this have happened? He is no older than eighteen and has been through so much! For ten years, he has been beaten, raped, and abused by his adoptive parents. He was only eight years old when it all started! Something needs to be done about those sick sons of bitches!" I explained, my voice thick with emotions I couldn't even name plus the ones I could.
"Don't worry Silla, he won't be going back there. He had come to me and the others about moving out of their house. We were going to move them into the apartments but now I think they should stay here. However, dealing with them will be tricky because we were informed by Carson that they are Lovac." Kelsey responded and my jaw dropped.
"I thought his reaction was too calm for what he had just been put through. From the few words we had spoken to each other, he seemed like a sweet kid. The poor child did not deserve this to happen." Luna added and I nodded in agreement.
It was about ten minutes later that I excused myself from their conversations so that I could finish the poor boy's treatment. I walked down the halls and a more relaxed pace than earlier until the smell of blood hit my nose. I expected many things as I entered his room but as I entered his room, it was so much worse. He laid not breathing on the bed with a puddle of blood between his legs and dripping to the floor. I rushed over to him and started CPR as I mind linked the other medical wolves.