Elise
As I step off the transport vehicle and into the correctional facility, I can't help but feel a sense of dread wash over me. I know that the next four years are going to be difficult, and I'm not sure if I'm strong enough to survive.
I'm led to my assigned room, and I'm told that I'll be sharing it with three other inmates. I try not to let my nerves show as I enter the room, but I can't help but feel anxious as I take in my surroundings. The room is larger than I had expected, with four separate beds placed in all four corners of the room. There is an adjoined bathroom and toilet connected to the room, removing my fears about having to bathe in a public space.
Currently, there's no one else in the room, but the other luggages and other stuff arranged beside or on three beds, I'm likely the last person to join.
My bedspace has the number given to me etched into a small rectangular metal sign above the bed. 0145.
I'm just starting to unpack my things when I hear a commotion in the hallway. Curiosity pulls me out to see a group of inmates gathered around a figure on the ground, shouting and jeering. As I get closer, I realize with a start that it's one of my co-inmates, and she's being attacked by another inmate. The girl's face is already messed up, with an eye swollen shut and her nose bent in a way that is definitely not normal.
I'm not going to be the quiet, fearful girl I used to be back home. Even if this isn't a good place to be, I'm going to use it as a motivation to become even better.
Without thinking, I rush forward, trying to pull the assailant off of her. But I'm no match for her strength, and she easily throws me aside. Another inmate shifts, focusing on my form. She runs her tongue over her lips as she points a tiny knife in my direction.
Just as she takes a step towards me, I feel a hand on my shoulder, pulling me back. The lady looks above me and stops in her tracks, before pocketing her knife and walking back into the crowd of fight-watchers.
"Leave it," a deep voice says. "She can take care of herself."
I turn to see a tall, muscular guy standing next to me. His grey eyes are dark and intense, and I can feel the power emanating from him. His long, wavy hair frames his angular face in an almost feminine way, giving attention to his pouty, pink full lips.
It's him again. Why does he keep showing up every time I'm in trouble?
"You again?" I ask. My voice shakes, but not necessarily because of fear. There's a faint stirring in the pit of my belly that shocks me as I look at him.
"I'm Lazarus," he says, his voice calm and controlled. "And you should stay out of this. These fights happen all the time, and they never end well for fighters and those unlucky enough to be dragged into it." He rolls a shoulder, and my eyes don't miss the way his white shirt clings to every curve of his pectorals and abs.
I swallow, then nod, too terrified to argue. I can't believe what I've just witnessed, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for the brutality of life in the correctional facility.
"Thank you," I tell him, then leave his presence, eager to return to my room.
A little part of me hopes to see him again though. There's something about him that I can't place my finger on.
As I approach my room, I'm met with a disturbing sound coming from behind the door. There are moans and the sound of bodies moving against each other. My heart races as I try to process what I'm hearing, and I can feel a sense of panic rising in my chest.
I hesitate for a moment, not sure if I'm ready to face whatever is happening on the other side of the door. But curiosity gets the better of me, and I slowly push the door open. It's a deja-vu feeling washing over me.
To my surprise, I find two men and a woman tangled together on one of the beds, laughing and joking around in a manner that I don't think should be appropriate. They're in various states of undress, but thankfully, aren't naked. Still, it's way too much skin than I'm used to seeing.
Sure, werewolves are naturally unrestrained when it comes to some desires, but this is actually getting on my nerves.
Like a taunt, an image of Jared and my foster sister engaging in the same act floods my mind, further inflaming my emotions. I'm tired of people always doing whatever they want in such a way that I always end up on the wrong end.
I lean against the wall, trying to process what I've just seen. I can't believe that this is happening, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to deal with the reality of life in the correctional facility. But I know that I don't have a choice. I have to face whatever comes my way, no matter how difficult or gross it may be. I take a deep breath and steel myself for whatever the future may hold.
My life belongs to me now, and I'll do all that I can to take control of it. No more cowering and biting my tongue.
I push from the wall and grasp the doorknob again. I clear my throat as my fingers tighten around the knob. The moans on the other side of the door aren't as loud as they were before, so they're either finishing up or getting ready for another round.
Either way, I'll give them hot trouble. If I want to be respected, then I need to stand my ground.
I twist the knob and push the door open.
LazarusI can't seem to get that girl out of my head. She's always there, lurking in the back of my mind, and no matter how hard I try, I can't shake her. It's not normal, and I know that I shouldn't be thinking about her like this. But I can't help it.Her quiet beauty stunned me at first, but her voice did far more damage. It's like warm honey: sweet, and pleasant to the ears. It did have a tinge of fear within it though, but it was a gift regardless. Her straight brown hair was slicked back into a low ponytail, and if not for self-control, coupled with the knowledge that touching people without their consent is wrong, nothing would've stopped me from running my fingers through it.She barely came up to my chest, but I think those eyes of hers can bring any guy down to his knees. She's not the conventional type of beauty, but rather the kind that makes itself obvious the more you focus on it.When she'd walked away from me, it took everything in me to not have focused on her curvace
EliseI can't shake this feeling of Deja-vu as I stand outside my bedroom. It's like I've been here before, or like I already know what I'm going to find when I walk through that door. I try to look past the feeling, but I just can't.This whole situation hits too close to home.I can still hear sounds coming from inside, and I'm not sure if I'm ready to face whatever is waiting for me on the other side. But I'm overcome with a sense of anger, and I can't resist the urge to burst into the room and confront whatever is happening.I throw the door open, shouting at the top of my lungs as I stroll into the room. "What the hell is going on here?" Heat rises up my neck as I talk, and my agitation increases with each breath.The laughing stops, filling the whole room with a thick, pregnant silence.I'm met with the same sight of two men in various states of undress, laughing and joking as they play around with a woman who's lying on one of the beds. My cheeks flush with embarrassment as I r
Elise"Hey, wait up. What's the big deal? We're not going to hurt you." The redhead says, crossing the distance between us too fast for me to comprehend."Get away from me!" I lash out, throwing an arm out wildly.He hisses when my palm connects with his shoulder. A pang of guilt rises in me at his pained expression.My mouth parts involuntarily to apologize, but the words never make it past my throat."Damn girl. You've got some fire."I step back, not liking the intense look in his eyes. "Are you going to hurt me?"He pauses for a moment, expression shocked. Then, he bursts into laughter that lasts for a full minute. He's wiping off tears from the corner of his eyes when he speaks, "Hurt you? Now that is the most absurd thing I've ever heard."He sighs, relaxing. "Look, I'm Rory, and that guy over there," he points to the dark haired guy, "is Thomas. We're both roommates, and from what I've seen so far, you're our final roommate."At the sound of 'roommate', panic rises within me ag
LazarusAs I stand in front of Elise, I can feel my desire for her building once again. I know I should resist it, but it's hard to ignore the way my body reacts to her presence. She looks up at me, her eyes wide and filled with fear, and I can tell that something is wrong.I breathe in deeply through my nose to stop my wolf from it's restless stirring. There's something about this girl that has been making me restless on the inside. Her smell, her eyes, her figure.I've never felt like this before.I shake off the haze, brought back to reality by her distressed look."Calm down," I tell her, trying to soothe her. "It's going to be okay."She shakes her head, her voice laced with desperation. "I can't stay here," she says, her voice shaking. "I have to leave, now."I can see the fear in her eyes, and I know that I can't let her leave. I'll do whatever it takes to keep her safe, even if it means putting myself in danger."What's going on?" I ask, trying to keep my voice calm. "What hap
ELISEThe day was getting older as I looked through the shattered windows. Its frames couldn't grip the glasses themselves and this made me feel a little bit of nausea about my feelings for Jared. My feelings all crashed when I noticed he wasn't even ready for me.My step sister would never have even thought about even bringing such detriment to me right now as I sit behind shattered windows with the same despair as the inanimate object.I could not look any further at the windows. The memories and words it spoke to me brought so much guilt to me and made me feel so abstract.I was left in the room alone and I did not enjoy the company of the boys. It was pretty hard to revulse them directly but they made a little bit of a nice story whenever I think about their life stories. It did hurt me a lot but not to the same extent as they felt. I decided to take my mind off thinking about their story.I heard shoe shuffles and heels knock on the ground sparingly. Was it some kind of ghost?I
LAZARUSThe dinner was not done already but I could not stand losing Elise sitting all alone amidst some wild set of people. The waves around the place seemed to run extra fast as I could not make any rigid movements, so I enjoyed the early evening by yawning."You want to have some rest?", She had asked.All over me, I didn't want to show any form of tiredness. As well I had expected that she would be asking me something else as soon as I had slept."You want to eat?", She had asked again.I absolutely knew I was tired of the meal. She looked really tired and forgot about our early intentions regarding what we had to talk about. She scanned the dining hall with her eyes to be sure that no one else was there before she turned the plates face down and slid them onto the table so fast.It passed my eye so fast that I couldn't even imagine what she did."Are you aware it's going to be damn hard for us to see this food for the rest of the night?", I asked. There was a rise in my tone but
LAZARUS Lazarus wasn't as friendly due to the action he took. This I suppose. I was wondering why he would have taken his steps behind to let me face my detriment alone. The momentum which I had used initially in opening the door had reduced as I was ready to hear the next word squeal. The hinges of the door screeched and finally opened. Thomas' face was a bit weary and deeply focused on the book which he placed right in front of him as he had crossed his legs comfortably in his reading position. I was deeply joyous to find that his stash of magazines was kept toward the other part of the door and just mere books had crashed to the ground.I looked back at Lazarus to be sure of where he stood. I could only find his shadow. It tilted against the reflection of the light until he was out of my sight. Is this a good plan and point to say and deeply convince me that I do not have to compulsorily stay with the boys? I asked myself. It seemed my thoughts had their own mouth. My though
EliseRory blinked at my actions, and I could tell he was trying to suppress a chuckle. I adjusted my position at the table, and let out another sigh.My mind traveled down the memory lane, and memories which I wasn't ready to relieve at that moment, came crashing in."You don't have to speak, if you don't want to, you know?" He whispered in that sinfully alluring voice of his. I shook my head.'It was better to let it out.' "I was in love," I began, my voice cracking a little. My hands tightened on my dress, and turning my head to the side, I continued. "So in love, with a guy at our pack. I thought we were destined to be together. I was happy, you know how it is right?" I looked up at Rory who hadn't interrupted.He nodded calmly. "One night..." I paused and looked at him again. His beautiful face, made me gulp. I could never get used to these guys at all. Never.Back at my pack, I had thought Jared was the most good looking young man there ever was. But lo