I couldn't stop crying, knowing Josh was no longer with me. I'd only met him that day, but deep down it felt like I had known him for a long time. Even though he was a stranger, I felt safe with him and trusted him with my life. I had to find him after the storm passed. I had to escape and go in search of him.
A strange smile appeared on my sad face while I sank my hand in the soft bed, grabbing on to the white sheet and thought about him. If I found him, he would take care of me and teach me what I needed to know about the world. First, I had to find out where he was.
I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up on my bed.
"Are you finished crying now, Reds?" Cindy asked, while she sat on her bed with a book in her hand.
"Reds?" I repeated.
Suddenly, I looked up at my hair, realizing the reason why she called me so.
I nervously turned my head aside, and stared at the room. It consisted of two pieces of furniture—the two beds.
Wait a minute. A son? I kept on hearing those words ringing in my ears. She had a son? All those years I had lived with her, I had never heard her say anything about having a son. She was always talking about her dead, beautiful daughter—my mom. I didn't know why it upset me so badly to hear that she had a son. She didn’t love me or ever held a decent conversation with me. She was always hitting me or telling me bad things about myself. I started to wonder if her son knew about me, whether he knew she had me locked away in a cell and was treating me badly. What if he didn't and could have given me the life I had wanted? I looked at my grandma with disgust as she wiped away the tears from her eyes. "A group of people is heading to Spicy Groove after breakfast. You can go with them," the tall man told her. I felt Cindy hold my hand. She smiled at me when I looked up at her. "Let's see what they have prepared for breakfast," she s
Locked away in a cell by my grandmother for eighteen years, I wanted to be free from her and go outside where people were different. Every move I made kept me trapped. The people I met were just like her, evil and cold. Tears ran from my eyes when I remembered Josh’s words. He didn't know me, he'd said. Was he ashamed of me and how I looked? I knew I should never have believed him. I knew I was not beautiful. Everything about me was ugly, including the ugly bright red hair on my head. I hated that it reminded Phyllis of my rapist father. "We're here now," the two men said as they placed me down in front of a large white house. The house was the largest house I'd ever seen. The men held my arms, preventing me from trying to escape. The door opened and I saw an old gray-haired lady. "Why are you holding her like that?" she snapped at the men. "She tried to run away," one of the men answered while they led me inside. The old lady closed t
I took small steps behind her, not wanting to walk into her as I followed her. "It's a very large house, but right now I first want to show you your room before I'm asked to run off to do something," she said. Her footsteps echoed on the floor of the house. While she continued to talk, tears filled my eyes when I remembered the way the Alpha had talked to me, as if I was nothing. "Here's your room," Francine said, stopping at a door on the left side of the hall. I quickly wiped away my tears and followed her into the room. The room was very neat. It only had a small bed, covered in a light pink sheet. "The door next to the bed is your bathroom," she said, pointing to it. "Well, that's it," she said, and turned to face me. "Since we will be working together, what is your name?" I was beginning to get annoyed by everyone wanting to know my name. I was tired of trying to hide the reason why I didn't have a name, so I gave her the
"Yes, he will be able to save you from Alpha Pharaoh," Francine assured me. "He helped me by bringing me into this world by raping my mother," I told her while I sobbed, "so how would he want to help me again?" Francine stared at me while her bottom lip jumped as if she wanted to tell me something, something that she shouldn’t. "If I do decide to go to him, how will I find him?" I asked her. "You don't know him?" Francine asked, surprised. "No," I said, shaking my head. Francine held her cheek, the same spot where Alpha Pharaoh had hit her. She lowered her head sadly and stared at the floor then back at me. "I want to help you, but I am scared," she told me. I stared at her until the tears in my eyes prevented me from seeing her. I understood that she too feared the Alpha. I also didn't want to get her into any trouble anymore for I seemed to have that effect—destroying people's life as I had done to my mom's. T
I continued to stare at the ceiling as I headed toward the kitchen, almost missing a step and falling on to my face. I caught myself in time. Francine turned around as I entered the kitchen, before going back to finish preparing dinner. "Is everything alright?" she asked me, while she stirred the pot. "Yes," I said, lying to her. Telling her what Apollo had called me to do would be a total waste of time, for she could not save me. All she could do was to show her sympathy. I removed my eyes from Francine and started to worry about doing it again. Would he call me to give him a bath every day? Looking back to see if Francine had finished dinner, I was startled to see her watching me. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked me again. I nodded, lying to her again. "Okay," she said, and returned to her duty. "Please pass me the plates for dinner," she said. I went for five plates and passed them to her, knowing the A
He sighed heavily, sat up in bed, and stared at the white walls of his room that were covered with scratch marks that he’d made. His room or a cell, as he sometimes called it, was without windows, preventing him from escaping. His father had made it that way, so he wouldn't hurt anyone. His wolf was far greater than his human form and could not be controlled. Staying in his room was the only way he could protect his loved ones and others. He hated that he had to be locked away in his room, but he had no choice. He didn't want to hurt anyone. But he was lonely. How could he free himself from that cell when he couldn't control his wolf? It was too aggressive and only wanted to kill or create chaos. He lowered his head and stared at the tiles, all smashed up by the beast inside him. He wondered if he would ever find love or would be able to love without hurting his mate. He got up from his bed and sadly walked over to the walls that were marred by the claws of his
I stood silently in the kitchen. My mind wandered. Why had Apollo’s behavior changed toward me? I shook my head, not wanting to think about him being a good person. I thought Josh was good, but in the end he'd hurt me badly. "What happened in the dining room?" Francine’s loud voice interrupted by thoughts. Her voice was insistent, wanting me to answer her. I shivered. I was so lost in thought, trying to figure out Apollo's strange behavior that I'd totally forgotten about her. "Nothing happened," I again lied to her. I really do hate that I kept on lying to her, but I did not wish for her to find out what had happened between me and Josh. I wanted to forget it and pretend that it never happened and move on. "Okay," she said, staring at me with great curiosity, before walking to the sink. I turned to look at her as she placed all of the dirty dishes and pots on the left side of the kitchen counter. "Please wash all the dishes, then you
"No, Josh," I said, moving my head aside, not wanting him to kiss me anymore. "What is wrong?" he asked me. "Aren't you enjoying this as well?" I moved away from him, hiding my body with my sheet and sat at the side of the bed, while he rested on his knees in the middle of the bed, anxious to touch me again. I heard his heavy breathing while he stared at me. "Don't you forgive me, Rose?" I suddenly felt a strange feeling within me, hatred of the name he had given me. "My name is not Rose," I snapped. I felt the bed move as he rolled over to sit next to me. He ran the back of his hand against mine. I quickly got up and walked toward the closed door, standing in front of it, facing Josh. He lowered his head in disappointment and stared at the floor. Then he lifted his head and stared back at me. "What can I do to make you trust me again?" he asked me, seeming to be sad. I then remembered his mate, my cousin Emma.