❝ Sometimes, crying is the only way your eyes speak when when your mouth can't explain how broken your heart is❞
The sound of thunder echoes through my empty room. It is dark, and all I could see is flashes of lightening brightening my room up after every few minutes. The lights are all fused, and I could hear the wind force, making the trees sway and the owls, and dogs howl. I glance at the time. It was 9:00 PM, my heart starts to thud as I notice the time, it's only 5 minutes till my mate arrives. I grab the ice from the silver tray that is on my bed and rub my bruises so it can quickly heal for tonight. My eyes squint, as my heart clutches at the massive pain radiating by the ice touching my bruise. It stung as if someone is pinching me several times. My eyes flicker back and forth from the time to my arms. My eyes pinch watery, as the time finally struck 9:05. He is about to come, any second. I quickly finish icing my bruise and wore my cotton nightgown. It is the mid of August; fall was here, and it is raining like crazy.
“ROSELLA!” My Mate screams from downstairs.
I flinch at the sound of him, Getting up immediately, I hide the silver tray with ice, below my bed. My heart is pounding knowing that it is time, the time where he beats me. I keep blinking away my tears several times and quickly unlock my room door. I get out of my room and run down stairs, my body tremble as I do so, and my head throbs with dizziness. I am so afraid to think about how I may fall off these 1000 staircases. I run down, and head towards the main entrance. There stands my mate, Ryder. At the door soaking in drench of rain, and all drunk as usual.
I gulp the bile that formed in my throat and rushed towards him. “Oh Rosella, look at you. The same old pity, quiet girl” Ryder mutters with a smirk almost falling on me. I close the main entrance door, ignoring what he said. I grab him and drag him upstairs. It is so hard; his weight is half on me and my legs isn't fully healed. The pain rush over my body as I try to drag him upstairs. “You know what time it is sweetie” he sang, the toxic, disgusting smell swirls around my face making me almost faint, I just stare at the stairs.
“TELL ME!” He yells. Making me shake, I almost fall, which causes him to laugh.
“I – It’s your treat time,” I say hesitantly.
“Good darling” he chuckles. I finally manage to pull him upstairs and bring him to his room. He jumps on his bed, and I release out a massive breath that I didn’t realize I held in. My body shivers at the thought of what is to come next. I stare at him laying down on his bed, my feet tremble against the floor, and my fingers fiddle with each other. Maybe he is asleep? I can go… no more treat time right?
After 2 minutes of standing, with no occurrence, I decide to leave. I slowly yet quickly walk out – which probably isn’t the best idea after all. I hear a slash behind me, I quickly turn around while my heart thudding and I'm impacted by a large hand right on my face. I fall harshly on the floor hitting my head on the door, pain oozed down my body, and my cheeks burn because of the slap. “S – Sorry” I try to mutter, as tears begun to spring down my eyes. The pain was way too much to handle; I held my tears in, those tears that I could cry like a kid at this moment.
“There we go, no more sneaking out okay!” Ryder says calmly with the most spookiest tone. I nod my head painfully trying to pull myself up but suddenly get pulled up by him. “Look at you so sweet and all, happy I haven’t mated you yet,” he says, as he draws his fingers down my face. I shiver the whole time, worried, and scared, wanting someone to save me from this monster. My mouth flew open as he grabs me by my hair, I let out a small squeal trying to keep my mouth shut as the pain in my head severs even more. He throws me on his carpet, located right in the centre of his room.
I try to get up but – “SLASH” a hard whip hits on my lower back, I scream as loud as I could. More pain hits me on my rib re opening my cuts that were about to heal, I feel dizzy and light headed. “S – STOP, T – THAT HURTS” I cry, but he laugh and whips me hard on the neck. My eyes widen as I can feel hot liquid on my body, tears fall like a rush of a rainstorm. “Please” I whisper, “OW!” I scream as I feel a sharpest pain on my arm, more like a knife digging into my flesh. Is this it, am I finally dead now. My eyes slowly close… I feel like I’m about to doze off. Black dots cover my watery vision. That is it.
...
My eyes dryly open as to hearing a knock on my door. My face feels soaked and all sticky. I get up painfully from my carpet. Yesterday at the end of his ‘treat’ essentially his beating he threw me in my room, and I cried my heart out on the floor, and I guess I just drifted off asleep. I don’t even know. My head spins, I rub my tired eyes, and I manage to get up with the help of my side table. I fumble a bit, slowly balance myself. I limp slowly to the door and open it, my head feels like its banging on the door multiple times, I could hear the beat. My heart rate seems like it had dropped, as I open the door I see Ryder wearing a suit and all ready. “Get Ready, Rosella. We have a coronation to attend” he says as he adjusts his suit, he just eyes blankly right past me and leaves. I nod my head and close the door.
I take a deep breath relaxing my body. It was the Royal Crimson Pack coronation, they are one of the biggest packs and are known as the king and queen of the werewolf. I walk towards my dresser and text Victoria to be here and help me get ready. I am in stains of blood, because of this it is too hard to handle getting ready. Plus Victoria is the expert in putting on foundation, and she needs to cover up my bruises.
I crouch beside my bed, Ow! Ow! Ow! My knees bruises stretch in pain, I squint my eyes and quickly grab my silver plate with ice from under the bed. I quickly rub the bruises on me, every touch causes a slight sting, but I am used to it. My ears pick up a fidget noise, my heart paces quick and put the ice and plate under my bed.
“Y – Yes?” I mumble under my sore throat. The door knob opens, and I see Victoria rush towards me. I smile at her appearance, I manage to get up, and we embrace each other. Tears shot down my eyes, even though I tried to stop it was useless. I squeal a bit at the tighter she squeezed me.
“Sorry,” she whispers as we broke out of our hug. “Abused again,” she says sadly, crossing her arms. I just nod my head in reply. I sit on the bed and Victoria grabs the ice from under the table. I always hide my ice tray under by bed I because Ryder checks in my room very often but never under my bed. He doesn’t want to see myself cured. My heart warms up at how sweet my best friend is, always here to help me. My nose feels heavy, and so does my forehead. With all the tears gathering up, I purse my lips, so I don’t burst our crying.
She starts to rub cool ice on my bruise; I sigh at how quickly my bruise is healing. “Thank you” I mumble. Victoria smiles in response, as she helps me heal my bruises my thoughts drift off to why Ryder is so cruel to me. I know he is soft-hearted somewhere, but why is he mean to me? What had I done? What caused him to be a big bad beast?!
“Roe, Roe!” Victoria shook me snatching me out of my thoughts. I took a deep breath and looked at my body I was all fine no more blood just purplish marks. “Quit daydreaming, the coronation is in 1hr, and we need to cover you up quick before your monster gets crazy” she giggles lightly. I laughed along and sighed, I wonder how it feels to be marked, to be mated. Victoria grabs my foundation and starts covering my bruises.
I tell you she is an extreme expert. You can hardly see anything. “Rosella Greene, we need to leave in 13 minutes! All Alpha’s and Beta’s must be their earlier!” Ryder yells. I sighed and got up once Victoria quickly finished.
“What do I wear” I whine. I had no clue what to wear, I didn’t even have the best dresses, I mean okay I did have them in my navy blue suitcase in the corner of the closet that my parents gave. Although, I never once touch them.
“How about what your mother gave you” Victoria mumbles behind me as I stood looking at my closet. I nod my head and for the first time, I reach for the blue suitcase and open it.
“Do you mind looking at it, it’s still painful to move, bend, stand, and sit…” I ask Victoria. She nods her head and scoops through the clothing.
“This one!” Victoria claims. I look at her; she is holding a long sleeveless dress that is till my toes and have slits on one side of it from foot till my knees. I won’t argue, even though I did not feel like wearing anything I just stuck to it. I go to the closet lock the door, quickly changing into the dress. I come out, and Victoria quickly fixes my hair in a bun.
“All covered up” I whisper to myself, I smile slightly seeing myself in the mirror.
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