The last thing I expected was for my mother to charge at me with her arms outstretched. Her face was red, and the war cry that ripped from her throat made my hands fly up in front of my face to protect myself. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Elena jump up from where she was sitting on the bed, stunned by what she was witnessing.
"What have you done?!" She screamed at me again as she gripped my shoulders in both hands and began to violently shake me back and forth. "You corrupted her!"
My head bobbled around from the jerking motion, but my arms stayed up in front of my face. I tried to open my mouth to defend myself... to explain, but all that came out was a weak whimper for her to stop. I tried to pull free, using my forearms to fight against her hold on me, but it was no use.
Then she broke loose. I opened my eyes and lowered my hands as Elena stood behind my mother, both arms wrapped tightly around her waist to restrain her. "Mom! Stop it!" She scr
It was dark when I was finally able to open my eyes. My chest hurt with each inhale, sending shocks through my body as I did so. It took me several minutes to realize that I had been put in my bed, presumably by my father. I blinked several times. My mind was fuzzy, and my tongue dry. A quick glance around the room confirmed that Gabriel was nowhere to be found, and that was unusual. Ever since we had gotten past our fight, he always slept next to me. I figured he was just kept late again today. That would be nothing new. My neck and jaw protested when I turned my head to get a peek at my alarm clock. The green numbers flashed that it was 4:35am. I couldn't think straight as my mind was fuzzy, but I knew he should have been here by now. As I painfully pulled myself to an upright position, a wave of dizziness and nausea washed over me. It was stronger than normal, more intense. Everything about it felt wrong. She had given me too much. I needed
The sound of my bedroom door slamming against the wall woke me. My eyes cracked open, but my body refused to move. The rancid smell coming from the porcelain bowl below me had my mouth watering with the need to repeat the actions of the night before and empty my stomach again. Dry drool or vomit was stuck to my cheek, causing me to grimace when I felt it.Several voices filled my room, some calm and confident, and others were frantic and angry. I turned my head before dropping it back on my arm where I was still able to see the visitors in the doorway. The room was no longer spinning, only I was. It felt as though my brain had a blanket wrapped around it, keeping the heat trapped in to cook my body from the inside out, while blocking me from being able to comprehend what was happening."You can't do this!" My sister's familiar voice echoed through the small room, and I groaned from the way my head pounded from the volume.A flash of blonde hair pushed through th
The process of getting fingerprinted, having my belongings logged into their system, and being assigned my room took longer than necessary. It was as if they enjoyed that I had to stand there with vomit in my hair and dried to my face. I was given a loose-fitting outfit, similar to what the workers were wearing, only while their scrubs were a dark blue, the patients were white. Several hours and angry comments from me later, I was brought to my room. One would think they would hurry up when they were getting verbally assaulted by a pissed-off, allegedly mentally unstable patient. Instead, it seemed to slow them down, and the angrier I got, the more amused they were. The room had two beds, one was empty with nothing more than a thin blanket and a flat pillow, and the other had the sleeping body of my new roommate. "This is Waterman. Best not to wake her, or she might try to stab you." The man said with a laugh as he kicked the metal frame of her bed. I
"Tell me about how you are settling in." The woman asked. Her long brown hair hung down her side in a braid. The fluorescent lighting of the room caught the ring on her left hand. I stared at the way the gold band shined.Vampires don't get married, do they?If werewolves mated, surely vampires could get married. Or, maybe they brought in a human to mix it up. To confuse the patients so they wouldn't know who was supernatural and who wasn't.I narrowed my eyes at her. Her dark skin was flawless and was complemented by the light pink blouse and black dress pants she wore. She didn't look dead. Then again, I didn't know what vampires looked like. Were vampires even considered dead? She could be one, but how do I find out?"How does it feel to be staying here instead of with your family?" She tried again after realizing I wasn't going to answer her first question. My head cocked to the side, my long blonde hair hanging free as my ponytail had snapped earlier
The dimly lit corridor gave me an eerie feeling, and I knew Kaylee (or Waterman as the staff liked to call her) felt the same. Periodically, we would glance behind us on the short walk back from the showers to make sure that the only people in the hallway were the other occupants in our block. I eyed the orderly suspiciously from where he watched over us from the end of the hall. He didn't need to be there. That's why they had cameras in the corner of every room. The way the sickly-looking man examined each person made me feel the same way I did when he showed up at my house to take me away. It was disturbing and violating as if he had x-ray vision. Unfortunately for him, it also made me want to smash his face. The bug-eyed man definitely looked like he could be undead or at least some nasty blood-sucking leech. When his eyes met mine, my lip curled in disgust and his into a smile. I could practically hear him from the way his eyes bore into me. He was saying, You will do. Your turn
Gabriel's P.O.V"I don't care!" I slammed my fist down on my desk as I screamed into the phone. It was too much. Having her gone and so far away from me, was making me and my wolf crazy. Without her, without knowing if she was okay, I felt like I couldn't breathe. "I am demanding her release!"My eyes had been permanently glowing red for the past three days, ever since I watched her get taken away. I had failed her. If it were anyone else transporting her, I would have wiped their existence from the face of the Earth. But it wasn't just anyone, it was their clan leader's son. The scrawny little fuck had no idea what was coming to him. Even if he kept his hands to himself, I still planned to rip him to shreds for having the balls to take her away, to begin with.I knew they smelled me on her when they showed up at her house. They could have turned around and walked away, but they didn't. Instead, they seemed to get joy from making a public
A shiver of disgust ran up my spine as I caught the eyes of one of the orderlies. She seemed to have a problem with the way that I carried myself because she pushed off of the wall, marching straight toward me will fury in her eyes. "Thomas!" She shouted as she approached, causing me to halt my movement toward the activity center. I cocked one eyebrow at her in a silent question of what the fuck do you want, but she ignored it and latched onto my bicep. Her fingers dug into the flesh, and I internally groaned at the thought of more bruises. It had been a couple days, but the marks I had before from mommy dearest had yet to fade. If anything, they looked worse. The black and blue decorations on my skin were now outlined by an ugly yellow. As if they had been highlighted like the sick joke it was. My own mother had caused it while trying to shove pills down my throat that would help me. Fat chance. I was the only one in my family who had known the truth. Elena does now too, but I can'
They didn't bother trying to hide what they did to me. If anything, the two goons carried me by my arms through the facility with pride, as if announcing, 'Look! We broke her!' My toes dragged behind me on the hard flooring, and my head was too heavy to lift. All of my motor skills seemed to have vanished, and I had no control. There wasn't an ounce of my body that didn't ache or scream at me as I was dropped to the ground. A gasp could be heard from in front of me but was quickly overshadowed by the dark chuckling of the two males behind me as they walked away. The impact on the cold floor sent a wave of nausea through me from the immense pain radiating through my body. I didn't try to move. There was no point. They would just beat me down again. That was their goal. They knew who I was. They knew what my connection to the pack was. Their goal was to destroy me slowly, in turn destroying my people, destroying Gabriel. The feeling of a shaky hand on my back had me opening my mouth