CHAPTER TWO

AMY'S POV 

I ran as my feet would carry me, which, embarrassingly enough, was a short distance before one of them caught me.

He gave me a slap that made stars appear before blowing his bad breath directly in my face. "Now you're going to regret doing that, b*tch."

"Please, I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go." I whimpered, knowing there was nothing else that would save me at this moment. If anyone passed at this time, they were most likely to run the other way than get involved. I know I would run.

"Why did you run if you have done nothing wrong?" I wanted to argue that I hadn't done anything except exist. Technically, it was my mother they had a problem with, but I was sure they were not going to listen to technicalities in the moment.

"Please, let me go. I think..."

"Well, you won't need to think anymore, doll. We're going to do them all for you."

He hit me again, and he used his strength to keep me up while he delivered blows to my face. I cried and pleaded, but I might as well be dead.

"You need to be obedient and be honest." He snarled before his hand froze in the air.

"Please." I begged again. The other one came to my side and yanked me to his side, grabbing my bum in his large palms. In that moment, two things happened.

I took note of his canine, and I knew I was doomed. My mother had sold me to a werewolf, and two, I was going blind from a sudden bright light.

Was I dying? I wondered, and I sighed in relief. Maybe it was better this way. If I died, this would be all over. I didn't struggle, letting myself fall, or maybe the man let me go.

When my bum hit the ground, I wondered if the afterlife was supposed to hurt this much. Or maybe I was supposed to be in pain forever.

The next thing I heard was the painful groan from the two men. There was a third figure. I blinked my swollen eye to get a clearer view of what was happening around me. The sudden bright light was from a car, and a tall man in suit was beating the goons up. He didn't stay long enough for me to see his face. 

My savior. It was too good to be true, but I was in no position to question anything right now.

I wondered if I had fallen into a universe where I had a savior. My swollen eye throbbed in pain, and I shut it, letting myself go.

The next time I woke up was to another bright light, but this one immediately made me shut my eyes. It was so bright that it hurt. I whimpered, and that was enough to bring someone running to my side.

"You're awake." She said softly, and I opened my eyes again, blinking to adjust to the harsh lighting.

"Yes, I am. Where am I?"

"You're at Glass Hospital." I panicked internally. Glass Hospital was the best and the most expensive hospital in the city, and I could not help but wonder how I ended up here and, most importantly, how I was going to pay the f*e I was sure I had racked up.

I didn't have to wonder for long before the nurse filled in the blanks for me. Apparently, I was brought in by a man, plus he had even paid for my treatment. I wondered if I would be paying for this some other way.

"Nurse, when do you think I can go home?"

"As soon as you fill out your discharge papers."

"How can I get in contact with the man that brought me here?"

"He didn't say anything about that."

"I'm well enough to go, right?"

"Yes, you've been cleared by the doctor." She said slowly, as if she couldn't understand why I was in such a hurry when she told me that the man paid for me to stay for as long as it took for me to be okay. 

"I would like to fill them out now." I would like to stay too, but I had to get back to the house as soon as possible. Twenty minutes later, I was collecting my purse from reception and flagging down a taxi to take me to my house.

I ran straight to my room and checked the hole I dug under my tiny dresser. I sighed in relief when I found out that the wads of cash I left there were sitting pretty undisturbed.

When my mother saw me in the kitchen later that day, she raised a single brow, and that was all the reaction she had at her daughter not spending the night at home.

For the rest of that week, we both avoided each other like the plague. I went to my work and visited my admissions portal a lot while my mother bought her drinks by herself from the money I suspected she got from selling me off.

Exactly a week after my mother tried to sell me off, my admission letter arrived through the mail. I ran home and hoped my mother hadn't seen it yet. 

It seemed like my luck had run out again. My mother was sitting in the middle of her bedroom with my burnt admission letter.

"Ma!" I howled. "What did you do?"

"There's no escaping from me, child. You must think you're so clever, huh? A st*pid omega like yourself getting into medical school. You're never going to become a doctor." She sneered, and for the second time in a month, my world fell apart.

I turned to leave when she delivered another blow. "You might want to check your dresser. You can't hide my money from me, you st*pid f**l."

I was too stunned to even give a reaction, so I stood and cried. Eventually, I knew I might kill her if we both stayed here, I left for my boyfriend's house. 

Neil would know what to do.