Freda’s POVThe first thing my eyes met was darkness, immense darkness. It wasn't just my vision but the whole of my body was feeling more than void, it was like I was swirling in a deep dark hole with nothing to hold in my grasp. Feet below, the darker I go. Am I dead? That was the first question that popped up in my head. There was always an unexplainable darkness that comes with death, that was the vibe I was getting. My body couldn't move as much as I tried to lift a mussel but things got too difficult afterwards. The darkness grew, hitting from the side of my eyes before the light finally came. I was staring up at the ceiling where the bright light was blinding. I adjusted my sight to the light. I could see everything. Everything was clearer than I originally used to see. Something has changed deep inside me but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. My memory kept rushing in, ever since I have been with Alfred, the only thing I have ever known was darkness and strife. My mind
Freda’s POVAlfred has been awfully quiet since I requested more details. I watched every one of his movements closely, wondering what was in his mind. What he was going to do next. I have never seen him so distraught before and so out of pace. He was typing, ignoring me. The doctors came and checked my vitals, while Alfred kept on with what he was doing pretending that he was not there. "I can see that your knee is still taking time to heal. As I suggested before, you might need another physical therapy to nurse yourself back to perfect health.""But I feel fine. Although my throat is like a scratch on wood though, I'm still trying…to get the words out while feeling a whole lot of pain..apart from that, I'm surprisingly strong and my vision got better." The doctor stared at Alfred for a while, Alfred glared at him and I was still trying to understand what was going on between these two. "What is it?" If there was anything I hated, it was being kept in the dark. Something that I sh
Freda’s POVThe only time I have heard the word, Alpha was in books. To see someone answer that name means something. For Alfred, I have seen it as a sign of respect that everyone showered on him. I did not understand what it meant and I had been meaning to ask for a while but it was only going to take some time because he was always filled with rage. After the way he spoke to me just now, I could only say that he has had a change of heart in his attitude towards me."Don't worry about it, hun," Lilian said. "It's just a nickname that he had since he was a child." Alfred was tapping his feet consistently, trying to distract himself. That action could only be caused by nervousness, which brought me to the question. What was he nervous about? "How come Sophia can call you a nickname when she works under you?" I narrowed at him."Uh…I…allow it." He was tense, I found it strange because he was never tense with words. If there was anything, Alfred loved to be understood. So he would try
Freda’s POVIt was taking forever to walk but I was already getting a hang of it, my physical therapist, Jane was helping me out nicely. Sometimes, talking to her about my inner struggles was just uplifting at a point. I have been quiet when he was still hovering around me "You do not have to stay beside me, I am fine. There is high security to come to my rescue." I told him but he was still hovering, having a peek through the curtain of my soul. If care was taken he would have tried to glue me to himself so I would be under his watch. "Anything can happen. You have a tendency to always draw trouble close to you. No matter how hard I try to make you stay away from matters that don't concern you, you just get thrown into them and that is not good." He finally says dien staring in between the blanks. I was wondering what was usually his routine. He had no work in place for him to do. "So it was my fault that somehow your fiance looked for ways to end my life no matter how hard I tr
Freda’s POVThe words I heard from those minutes before I was unconscious haunted me for the rest of the day. Not just the day but for the rest of the week, I requested that I be treated from home and there were little exercises that I was able to do at home. I was able to do some physical therapy from the house but I couldn't do it when my mind wandered far from the reality I have ever known. It's been three days and I haven't left my room. I have been here trying to think through what I have heard and what I know. The little evidence that has done nothing but stare at my face right this instant. There was peace knowing that I wasn't just in my head,I was not making things up or trying to get her attention, it was real. The fictional world was indeed very real and even if there was nothing you could prove but their words were enough evidence for me. I did not speak to anyone until Alfred came back and if nobody wanted to tell me the truth, it was best they stayed away from me. Kal
Freda’s POVI couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me. He blatantly confirmed that what I have been thinking the whole time was true. I sat down ready well, knowing what to do."How is this even possible? " I whispered to myself as I stared into blank space. It felt like I have been living a lie here, trying to convince myself that they were just weird people. The multiple nightmares I have had were the truth dancing before my eyes. There was pain knowing that everything isn't going as soothing as I planned it in my head. Lies, everyone was filled with lies. Alfred was giving me clues to the truth but what I wanted to know was why he did what he did. Why didn't he just tell me from the beginning so I would know what the hell I was getting into? I let tapping my legs aside and tried to make sense of the affirmed truth. "You have to say something, Freda. Your silence isn't going to make everything seem okay." "There is nothing to say.""I know you have questions, I suggest
Freda’s POVI refused to believe it. "So you're telling me that I am now one of you.""Well, not technically but yeah. You are one of us." I felt the loss of air in between my lungs. I held my chest, as I continued heaving. Nothing was going to help me out here, not that I chose this kind of life, I was forced into this life and now there was nothing I could do to ensure I get out. "What do you mean by not technically?" I forced my words. "You went into V-Fib. Your heartbeat was not strong to ensure that you were warm. The doctors tried everything, while still in that state. There was nothing that we could do, it was two things, it was either they called your time of death or try to get you warm enough to put you in a coma. I had no option than to bite you and when I did that…" he paused, rubbing his face with his arms. If it was like this for me, I do not know what it would be like for him to see me in that state. "When I did that, when I bit you, you died. You were completely f
Alfred’s POV"Maybe she needs some time…" Kale whispered as I emptied the last glass of scotch. I stared at the bottle of scotch, still having a long way to go. I couldn't remember the last time I drank this hard, the time I held the bottle of scotch or vodka and was not willing to let go. It's been two days and Freda still has refused to see anyone, aside from Lilain. We made sure her needs were met but she needed nothing much other than the painful solitude she had subjected herself to. I caused her misery and gave it to her like it was a trophy. Doesn't make me a good person, because I still haven't found a good reason why I did that to her. "I have given time. Freda coming here was a mistake. A huge one. I should have let go of the hate at first before doing anything drastic. I should have tried to treat her with some ounce of respect. Maybe I shouldn't have bit her, done that to her, or I shouldn't have let myself subject her to such a life. It was probably the life she never w