"I had enough pain, there isn't more that I can take. So please just let me go. "
{Aislinn Wild's Point of View}
I laid on a bed with a painful sensation at the top of my head. What happened? Where am I at? I fluttered my eyes opened and looked around an unfamiliar room. It was more lively and naturist. I looked around before my eyes landed on him. Everything rushing back to me. He had hurt me, he pushed me and I smacked my head. My voice broke as I looked at him with fear and hurt. I just wanted to go home and be with my loved ones. I looked at him and said "p-please just let me go"
All I got in return was silence. His eyes filled with more sadness as he looks down at the wooden floor. An awkward silence fell over the room and I looked down at my wrists. Black and purple bruises covered them. If the fact that he pushed me and I hit my head wasn't bad enough but now I have bruises from that monster. My opinion on werewolves was right. They are nothing but cold and heartless monsters who only care about bringing pain and devastation wherever they go. He didn't give a shit about anyone else but himself. He only wanted me to give him children and sex whenever he wanted it.
A single tear slipped down my cheek as I finally realized that my life would be in a constant state of pain and suffering. I wasn't ever going to feel love or protected. I'm destined to be the mate of this monster forever. I will never see my Muintir ever again. I pulled my knees into my chest as more tears fell. I wished this was all just one big nightmare and I would wake up. Why did I have to be chosen? I am nothing special.
I didn't notice that Cain had sat down beside me. I shoved him away and yelled "don't you dare fucking touch me! You are a cold heartless bastard whose only pleasure out of life is hurting girls and tearing families apart. I wish I was never picked to be your stupid mate. I hate you!" I got up and took off running. This was my only chance to escape this hell that I'm living in. What the hell was I thinking? I'm trying to run from a fucking werewolf. I slowed to a stop and looked behind me. He wasn't following me? Was he going to let me go? Or was this a sick game to him? Whatever it was I wasn't sticking around long enough to find out.
I took off running again disappearing into the nearby woods. I kept running checking behind myself every once in a while to make sure he wasn't behind me. As I looked behind me my foot slipped out from under me sending me tumbling down a steep hill. I twisted and turned and rolled down the hill. I yelled out in pain as I felt a sharp rock slice my right side open. I landed on my back at the bottom of the hill. I was covered in leaves, sticks, and dirt as I laid on the forest floor. I was in a daze from the fall but knew I had to get up and keep going. I pushed myself up to a sitting position before slowly standing up. I stumbled through the woods holding my side and limping. I didn't know where I was or what time it was but I had to keep moving or else. I had broken his stupid rules and I didn't want to know what the punishments were.
I came to a small stream and put my hands in. I scooped up a little bit of water and drank it. Even tho it was freezing cold I got another handful of water and cleaned the wound on my side. I winched as the cold was touched the opened skin. Exhaustion soon washed over me and I sat below an oak leaning my back against it. I got some dry twigs and leaves together before finding a stick and a rock rubbing them together to create an ember. Thanks to my deartháir I knew how to make basic items when out in the wilderness. I smiled sadly to myself as a small fire starts to burn to bring me some warmth. My hand ran through my matted hair as I pulled my knees up to my chest trying to warm myself up more.
The sun had started to already set and I haven't eaten anything all day. It would become too dangerous to search for food now so I guess I will get up early and search for food. I looked into the fire watching the flames. In a twisted sort of way, the fire has always been beautiful. If it's contained it's safe in a sense but the minute you turn your back it can become dangerous. The smell of firewood crackling brought me back to when I was a little girl and I and my deartháir would sneak out and light a fire in our cúlchlós. He would tell me stories of how the fire was scared and by lighting a fire your seeking warmth and protection from the spirits who protect the element.
A small tear slipped down my cheek as I smiled at the memory. As I sat being lost in my memories I didn't realize that I had begun to fall asleep until a cold shiver ran up my spine. Awe damn I forgot to add more wood to the fire. I quickly opened my eyes and grabbed more dry twigs and added them to the fire. I say back and relaxed more as the warmth covered my body like a blanket. My eyes started to feel heavy and I began to slip into the land of sleep.
With warmth covering me and knowing that I'm away from him. I can finally rest easy...
What wishful thinking