Chapter 2: Adelaide.

"Get dressed."

My mother sneers at me and pushes me into a room before she locks the door behind her. My heart is in  my mouth due to the fear I'm feeling but I ignore that and focus on getting dressed.

I passed out again somewhere in the middle of the strange man's conversation with my parents, but one thing is  clear. 

He's here for me.

I gulp.

The thought of it fills me with excitement and dread at the same time, but the excitement overpowers the dread and I find myself smiling.

Fuck.

My head still aches from the way I had hit it on Gerald's earlier and I haven't recovered from the damage they did to me before. My whole body hurts.

Regret is something I said I would not feel no matter what happened with my escape plan, but right now I regret trying to run away like that. I should have found somewhere to hide first before running.

Wolves always give chase to the prey they can see. What they don't see, never hurts them.

My mind drifts back to the blue eyed man again and I feel a shudder pass through me. Just his build, those long legs and the way his black shirt strained against the muscles of his chest and upper body.

A small moan leaves my lips as I envision it.

I would do anything to have a man like that.

~Oh really~

I jump as his silky voice sounds in my head. I look around frantically, trying to catch a glimpse but there's no one here. I can't see anyone else in the room, but I know he's here.

I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head and I can feel his arms almost on me, cupping my breasts in one hand and rubbing them until the nipples become hard and pebbled.

"Fuck."

The word comes out low and throaty and as I touch myself, I imagine those hands all over me. I imagine those shoes off his feet, and his pants off those long legs. I imagine him standing behind me in nothing but his underwear, his hard erection poking into my ass and his chest pressing hard against the curve of my back.

An image appears in my head and I moan loud and long. I feel his hands spanking my ass, and his body all over me, and his eyes........... oh those blue eyes, i can almost see them staring a burning hole into the very essence of my soul.

I find my release with that and the high I am on crashes with it. My eyes are wide open, and my breath is coming out heavy. 

What the fuck was that?

Again I hear a chuckle at the back of my mind and when the voice comes again, it's with cold humor and disgust.

~A filthy thing like you deserves to be manhandled Adelaide. You can be sure you'll get lots of that from me~

I want to ask 'who are you?' But I feel the presence gone the next minute and my present situation hits me with the speed of a moving train.

I haven't worn the dress!

I pick it up and slip into it as fast as I can. My hands still hurt and my breath is coming out heavy for a whole new reason now.

A frown creases the side of my face.

Who is that man and what does he want with me?

"You still aren't done dressing, bitch?"

My head snaps to the direction of the speaker and a slap brings it back down. My cheek stings but I know who's speaking to me already.

Jane.

The name echoes with hate in my heart. She's my brother's girlfriend and she will do anything, literally anything to keep it that way.

"Do you know what really disgusts me about you Adelaide?"

I don't and I didn't ask.

"It's this foolish hair of yours."

What?

"I had to fuck your dad just so he could fulfill my request to pull it off, but for some reason that didn't happen. Can you imagine how I felt when I saw that hmm? Can you imagine the sort of anger that coursed through me when I saw this hair still on your head that day?"

She did what???

It's hard for me to breathe now and I don't know what to think about this new information. My heart bleeds at the fact that my brother's girlfriend would go to the extent of sleeping with her boyfriend's father just to hurt me, but what really stuns me is why?

Why go through all the trouble when you already make my life miserable enough already? 

"Answer me when I talk to you bitch!!"

Her next slap hits me at the ear and I stumble with the force of it. She grabs my hair and pulls and the scream that escapes my throat is nothing short of otherworldly. 

"Leave me alone Jane! Please!"

My tears are coming out of their own accord now and I try to struggle against her hold, but I can't. I'm weaker than she is, the filthy omega that can't do anything to protect herself.

 Jane yanks on my hair and my only option is to allow her to yank me with it.

 "You always have to grab everyone's attention!"

"Jane, please stop!."

"You always have to be the one who everyone wants to fuck bitch!"

"Jane please!"

"Shut up you filthy whore! Shut up so I can pull your hair off and ruin your good looks!"

She's babbling nonsense and I want to beg her to stop again, but a loud crack fills the room for a moment and the pulling stops. I can hear the way my tears drop on the floor and the way my heart pounds weakly in my chest.

For one moment I pray that all my experience in having my bones broken made me mistake that sound for something it isn’t, but the next, Jane drops on the floor like a sack of potatoes and her hold on my hair is released.

When I look at her, it's with shaking hands and a racing heart.

"Jane?" 

I lean down slowly to open one of her eyes. There is no movement and I cover my mouth, taking steps back instinctively.

I bump into a hard chest, and I lurch back in fear.

One minute he's giving me a jab to the side of the neck, and the next, he's gone and my body is hitting the floor.

Darkness creeps in again but only one thing rings in my head again and again.

I know that face, and I know those eyes.

If I could break out sobbing now I would, but nobody cries while they're passing out.