I was running again!. I just knew I had to keep going, I must not get caught; I guess the moon decided to play hide and seek with me tonight, because the night was so black even the stars were nowhere to be found.
what was I running from?, it was a man or a wolf I think. I don't even know what to make of it.
It always starts in a parking lot of the grocery store just near the pack borders. After getting what i was there for, I head to the truck, as I try to open it up with the bag of things in my hand, I drop the keys and as I reach down to pick it up I see a reflection of dark startling grey eyes staring at me on the window as I turn back in shock nothing was there. "did I imagine that?"..
I turn back to open the truck only to hear a low but very deep growl and a voice shouting "Mine!!". I dump everything thing in my hand into the truck and try to take off, but luck was always not on my side. Strong muscular arms pulled me off the front seat before I could close the door I struggled and bit into his arm he released me in shock and I used that little bit of space to escape I take off into the woods trying to run back to the center of the pack.
"How did he get in? he doesn't smell like us..no..no I have to get out of here" I think as I kept running and I hear large heavy footstep behind me. He shifted! and that adds more fear in me than ever. I just kept running till I didn't hear the footsteps anymore and I stopped to catch my breath "did he leave? " I think to myself.
Until a massive load of fur and muscle hit me to the ground the wolf had grey eyes too only deeper than that guy's. He pauses and watches me to see if I would take off again, and that I did but I didn't get too far this time as the wolf goes for my neck and then I scream...
scream? wait it's happening again "not again" I say as I jump off my bed, throw on a sweat shirt and run down the stairs. I hear glass breaking, plates shattering and a loud cry of pain and I got there just in time to see him raising his hand against her, I want to help, it's just that she told me not to interfere.
My mom thinks she's protecting me that way but no not today. I rush over in time just to grab his hand and stop him from hitting her. He glanced at me and I scream "why!?, why are you always doing this?, it's not our fault"
He just looks at me and says "who do you think you are to question me?, you worthless piece of trash".
He pushed me to the ground and reached for his belt to whip me with it, my mum couldn't stand it and she put herself between us and she took the brunt of the belt. She screamed as it hit her skin and he didn't stop he kept hitting her and said "know. your. place. you. bitch."
I run to the kitchen table to grab a knife and tried using it to threaten him.
"let her go!, I said let her go". I screamed at him.
With a very fast speed he knocked the knife out of my hand and smirked " you thought that could hurt me?. I'm an alpha you dimwit!" and then he raised his hand to hit me again. I closed my eyes expecting the sharp sting of the belt and when it didn't come I opened my eyes to see him lying in a pool of his own blood and a silver knife in his chest and I froze.
My mom ran up the stairs and came back with a big bag in few minutes she grab some wads of cash from the kitchen table, took the car keys and dragged me up saying" we have to run, we have to get out of here Phoebe. They mustn't catch us here. They must have felt the bond breaking and will be here in few minutes".
With that I woke up from my daze and ran towards the garage with her. We got into the car and drove off.
I was still surprised that she was not breaking down like she should. She just killed her mate! and she was not crying or shivering but as I look at her fingers trembling on the car steering, I knew I was wrong. maybe, just maybe she was trying to be strong for me, she knew she couldn't afford to breakdown now or that would be the end of both of us.
We kept driving till we were almost out off gas and had to stop to refill and I got out of the car to ease myself. As I washed my hands I couldn't help but remember the scene of my dad in his own blood even when he was always hitting me and being ruthless to my mom, I never imagined that she would be the one to end his life. He was her mate! and I can't even imagine the mountain of pain and helplessness she would be going through right now.
I just had to let her know that I would always be there for her know matter what happens.I walked back out of the rest room and got into the car, and then our journey continued.
We had to stop for food at some point and at the same time we lodged in a motel to at least get some sleep.
We took turns with the shower and at some point when my mom was in shower I could hear her sobbing and it was all my fault. If only I had stayed back like always, if I had not interfered like she had told me, maybe just maybe it would not have gotten to that stage where she had to stab her own mate just to protect me. And at that point I could not help but sob quietly with her.