What's Happening?

“Pup, we need to talk!” My father startled me as I walked through the front door. I grabbed my chest and fell back into the door. “Sit, I’ll get you a drink,” I watched as he made his way to the fridge and liquor cabinet. He poured me coke and vodka as I sat on the tan lazy boy across from him. “Pup, this is a strange phenomenon that has occurred with you.” I nodded my head and took a sip. “Nothing like this has happened before, and people will be curious.” He sat back in his chair and laid one leg over the other. “So, I have taken an offer,” He watched me as I took another sip furling one eyebrow up at him. Suddenly, the back door flung open, and two very large bald men come bargaining in. I got up but felt dizzy so I slipped back down into my chair. I felt the same pang in my chest and I hoped that my mates would feel it too. Before I can protest I was taken away and managed to watch one of the men pay my father before I passed out. When I woke I realized I was in a strange white room with padded walls.

                  “Help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, my head was killing me, but I was determined to get out. Another pain hit my chest, enough to knock me down so I screamed louder. “Oliver, Oscar, Shane, Seth!” I pleaded. “Please!” I felt dizzy again and passed out against the cold mattress on the floor. 

                “Bonjour, Belle,” Came a voice I didn’t recognize. “How are you feeling?” He said with a deep thick cajun accent, it was an accent I hadn’t heard in a very long time since my grandfather died. “Sick? Headache?” He asked as I finally opened my eyes hoping it was just a dream, I sat up and looked at this older man with short salt and pepper hair, he was leaning over a tray and quickly placed it on the floor across the room. “My name is Claude Theriot, and if you need something, ring that bell there, cher.” He turned to leave but I quickly grabbed his hand, it was old and leathery like he worked with his hands his entire life.

                 “Where am I, Claude?” I asked giving him the best puppy dog eyes I could muster under the circumstances.

                  “La Chambre Blanche,” He responded simply as he released my hand and closed the door behind him. The white room, the white room?! I thought to myself, of course, I’m in the white room. I couldn’t imagine what was happening or how my mates were, we shared a wonderful kiss, and now I didn’t know what was going to happen to me. And my father, oh my goddess how could he do this to me? So many thoughts raced through my head as I screamed at the top of my lungs before feeling another sharp pain in my chest and falling backward.