Stupid! You stupid idiot, how could you be so foolish?!
I screamed out, vocalising the thoughts that ran through my head. Slamming my fist one last time to the door, I whirled away and grabbed the corner of the chest of drawers. It crashed to the ground, wood splintering as I grunted and kicked at it.
The curtains were next. Ripped from where they hung on the wall, they cascaded to the ground as I tore into them before smashing the window with my elbow. Glass bit into my top and sliced through, gnawing at my skin. Blood sprinkled to the ground as I cried out and I flayed about.
My foot connected with one of the bags tossed into the room before I was and It tumbled over. Toys fell out along with some framed photos and I crashed to my knees before them. I ripped apart the frame, tossing the wooden edges to the side. Reaching out, my fingers trailed along the images of my sons smiling up at me. Damon missing a tooth and Ryan with frosting on his nose.
I shivered, hairs rising as the cold slithered in from the broken window. I hiccupped, hands reaching from my lap to slap across my mouth. But the physical motion wouldn’t stop what had been building.
Tears splashed to the photo. They seeped into the picture and dimly I wondered if they would reach the boys. Cascading down my cheeks, they clung to my skin as sobs tore from my lips, blasting against my fingers before they slipped out and were stolen by the breeze.
My shoulders heaved, body curving inward towards the ground. My forehead kissed the photo, and my tears were pulled to the image. My face stung from my nails as I pressed them harder against my lips to silence the agony that was manifesting within myself.
I jerked upwards, stretching my back and arching my neck as my chest expanded. I needed to breathe before I was strangled by my own tears. The wind from the window bit into my cheeks, searing the half-crescent marks I’d left on my skin.
Sometime later I found myself lying in a heap on the floor. Half of the curtain thrown over my legs and my eyes stung. Sitting up, I groaned and rubbed my head before scowling at the room. Seriously, no one came to check on me with all that noise?
Grumbling to myself, I pulled the bags from the floor and gently laid them on the bed. The toys followed, safe from the mess before I picked up the photo stained with my tears. Gnawing on my lip I left it on the small bedside table and tried to straighten it out.
Flopping onto the bed, I inhaled deeply and fished out my phone. I paused, however, before powering it on and glowered from the broken window to the door. Jumping to my feet I darted to what I hoped was a bathroom and smiled when I proved correct.
Stepping in, I quickly went to the small shower space and turned on the water. Followed by switching on the sink. I’d seen enough kidnapping shows to know they may have bugged my room.
Switching on the phone, I quickly sat on the toilet and silenced it. It vibrated madly and I jumped in fright as miscall after miscall blared on the screen followed by messages, each one more frantic than the last.
Selecting the last call, I hit redial and pressed it to my ear as it buzzed twice before a voice screamed down the line.
“ALYSSA WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF GAME ARE YOU PLAYING?!”
Clari’s voice was hoarse as if she’d been shouting for a while or crying and I winced, pulling my feet onto the toilet as I hunched over. She rambled on for a bit and I sighed silently, slightly relieved to be hearing her voice.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered as she fell silent. The other end of the line was quiet as I sobbed once and swiped at my eyes. Why couldn’t I stop crying?!
“What’s happened?” She questioned. And it opened the floodgates on what had transpired the past day. Everything fell from my lips and I blabbered down the line, crying and sniffling snot the whole time.
Clari was silent as I spoke, she didn’t say a word nor did it seem like she took a breath. And as soon as I ended my speech in mumbles, the distinct noise of her nails hitting a keyboard started up.
“You’re at the location I sent you? I have your GPS location on my screen. I’m sending the police,” she stated down the line. “We’ll get you out. Get these mobsters locked up and find the boys. I promise you.”
“Clari,” I gasped. “Please be careful. If they tra-.”
“What’s the worse they can do to me?! They have you! And what’s to say that he is not responsible for taking your sons?! This is all fucked up and I’m not letting you stay there a prisoner while the boys are out there! Fuck them!”
“One second,” She hushed me and her voice drifted away but I could hear her speaking in the background to someone else.
I stood and stepped closer to the sink. Slipping my hand beneath the water I splashed some onto my face. The cold seeped into my skin and irritated the half crescent marks on my skin but soothing them slightly. Raising my head, I frowned at my reflection.
Black marks lined beneath my eyes and my hair was knotted so much that I dreaded trying to brush it out. Red marks linked around my mouth and I grimaced touching them as my lips parted.
“Are you there, Lys?”
“I called the cops closest to your location. They’re on their way and they’re looking into any information about Dr. Jarros at that hospital. It’ll be ok, I promise. I’ll get you out of there and we’ll find the boys.”
Stepping from the bathroom, I left the water running and made my way to the window. Against my ear, Clari continued to reassure me that she would fix it all and I rubbed my eyes. Pressing my hands to a non-broken part of the window and gazed out.
“They should be there soon ok?”
“Clari, I need you to find out anything about the D Michaels email that used to send money. I’m sorry I should have told you sooner and had it checked out before, but I’m going to forward the emails to you now.” I murmured, narrowing my eyes on the forest and the large space of grass that separated it from the building. It felt like there was something lurking just on the edge, a darker shadow that stalked back and forth.
“D Michaels? Isn’t he the guy there?”
“No, he’s not.” Pulling the phone from my ear, I quickly forwarded all emails from that address to hers.
“And you think it’s this stranger?”
The more my gaze focused outside the less I could hear of Clari. A commotion began somewhere I couldn’t see and I leant in, hoping to catch sight of what was happening when something large and furred darted too close to the edge of the forest.
“The fuck?!” My voice was a stunned whispered as I edged away from the window. What the hell was that? I shook my head as outside the room, footsteps pounded. Perhaps a guard dog?! But why the hell would they need dogs here?
“Alyssa, what’s wrong?”
Clari’s voice was shrill as my door was unlocked and smashed into the wall. I spun around and gawked at Dean as he marched in and tried to snatch the phone from me. With a scream, I jerked backwards and crashed to the floor.
“Who the hell are you talking to?!”
“Get the hell away from me you asshole!”
“Someone get that phone!”
“Dean calm down! Our people have already handled the police, they think the information is false!”
“I don’t give a fuck!”
He loomed over me and caught my foot as it lashed out with the hopes of breaking something and jerked my body closer to his. Reaching down, he aimed for the phone that I held above my head. On the line Clari was screaming out intelligible words and I screamed into his face before jerking my head to the side and sinking my teeth into his arm.
Dean cursed, throwing my leg to the floor as his hand fisted in my hair and he pulled. I clawed at him with my free hand, my mouth biting down hard while my legs kicked out hitting random parts of his body.
The roar tore through the room and I stilled. Above me Dean froze also, his body tensing as he angled his head to see the new comer who marched into the room. It was the dark skinned, obsidian eyed man from the meeting and I tensed as he walked around us and quickly snatched the phone from me. He switched it off before levelling those eyes at the pair of us.
“I told you, your treatment of her would lead to this,” he huffed folding his arms as he kicked Dean in the side. “You cannot lock her away and expect her to sit quietly while her sons are missing. Release her.”
Dean growled. Honestly growled and my eyes bugged out as I stared at his curled up lips. His eyes flashed, something gold speckling between the blue before he glowered down at me. His fingers loosened in my hair. The release of the pain only heightened me to the sudden fact that Dean was resting heavily on my bent knees, our chests brushing with each pant of breath we needed.
“Now, young lady, please remove your mouth from him,” the stranger continued as his foot now nudged my shoulder.
My jaws parted from his arm with a gross ‘popping’ noise and I glanced down to see the angry teeth marks denting his skin and even drawing blood in parts. Dean hissed, surging to his feet as he shook out his arm and I scooted further away, slowly rising also.
“Who the hell do you think you are?!” I spat, glowering from him to the others. “You can’t keep me here! What the fuck is wrong with you?! I need the police! My sons need me!”
“They don’t need you!” He snarled back, throwing his arm out so all left the room save for Obsidian eyes. “They need me!”
“They have never needed you! They never will!”
“Dean, calm,” The stranger urged stepping forth between us as Dean shuddered and looked away from me. “Alyssa there is a lot that you don’t understand.”
“Understand?! My sons are sick! My parents don’t remember seeing them! And they’re now missing! What is not to understand! Someone took my sons and they vanished when I was lead here to find you!” My finger would have jabbed Dean in the chest had it not been for the man catching it and holding onto my hand.
“Please, let me explain it all,” he said slowly and Dean jerked back glowering at him.
“Lyon no! I forbid it!”
“You are not my Alpha, Dean you cannot forbid me. And if we have any chance of succeeding she needs to know. Or will you merely take her sons from her when we get them?”
“You try to touch my sons and I will rip your balls off!” I snarled, jumping from the stranger towards Dean. He stepped back, eyes widening briefly before I was caught in Lyon's grasp.
Laughter came from there doorway and I glanced over to see Jared slouching there his eyes taking us all in, “She sounds so much like a mother wolf it’s uncanny.” His eyes gleamed as he grinned at me, “I bet you’d use your teeth to take off his balls, right?”
“Watch your mouth or I’ll show you exactly what I’d do,” I hissed back, stumbling away from Lyon. I marched passed Dean whose eyes drifted over me before he frowned and caught my arm. Before I could yell at him, he twisted my arm and I grimaced as he took in the cuts that lined around my elbow.
“You need to get these clean,” He said gruffly, releasing my arm.
“And you need to tell me what the fuck is going on!”