2: The End

Then it was so fast. Everything happened so fast. He took his gun out, and fired at the wolf who was about to pounce on him but was too late.

BANGGG!!!! The gunshot rang out.

I had been through a lot but that had been one of the worst days of my life. I’d caused an innocent person to die. The poor kid who had been homeless and spent his days starving. I later found out Jamie was a stray wolf from a pack. 

He was an omega, who had been through a lot.

I wished nothing more Issac going behind bars for life but he wasn’t arrested because Jamie had broken in our house. He knew he had come into the house to steal food after looking at all the mess on the table.

While the law did nothing about it, his former alpha who had kicked him out of the pack for thefts came knocking on our door. As much as the alpha couldn’t care less about the kid, he must have animosity against ‘humans’ who murdered his former pack member.

He was a scary man, on a different level than Issac. 

I thought he was going to kill both of us, and I cried pleading to him. I knelt before him and told him how pathetic both of us were. Maybe because of my tears, though I doubted it, he let me go, and unfortunately Issac as well. He told me I was unsuitable to be with Issac but there was nobody else for me at this point of life. I sometimes fantasized a better life, a much better life away from Issac and with someone else, someone decent, but I was trapped.

My husband would kill me before he would divorce me. If that was the case, so be it.

I should’ve died right there, killed by that alpha, that would’ve been better because I had been partly responsible for Jamie’s death. Since I hadn’t died that day, something much worse was waiting for me. My death, something so horrible that went beyond a physical death. Because my heart was crushed just as my soul.

A few months later from the alpha’s visit, I found Issac with a woman in bed when I was back from the grocery store. I was so furious I went out of character and started breaking things. I hurled the content out of cardboard boxes. I threw the vase at them, old books, and broken clocks. None of them had hit them properly because they dodged, except for a clock that hit the cheating bitch on the head. 

It didn’t kill her. Only gave her a shallow wound. But her blood was much more precious than mine because Issac decided to revenge on me the cruelest way. 

“You will regret it.” He roared. “Don’t worry, Ariana. I’ll make sure she’s hurt. Really hurt before her last breath.”

He had once told me with that same mouth that I was the most beautiful girl in the world and that he loved me. My heart felt like it was bursting out of my chest, because I still had an attachment and remnant of love towards him despite all the delusions. I had believed I wanted him to die but he was alive because I had been lying to myself.

I hang my hands limply, dropping an old CD I was about to throw at them, and stared at him, so hurt by his words. I’ve got to admit, if that was him and me alone, and him threatening me, I would say I was used to it as hurtful as it might be. 

Since he had slept with this woman, a beautiful woman with unmarred skin and no stress wrinkles under the eyes, on our bed and he was threating me to kill me for hurting her, right in front of her, I lost all the few fragments of self-worth I had believed to still possess. 

In an instant, he overpowered me because I hadn’t put much of a fight. I was fully convinced that I was worthless. I couldn’t describe the loathing in those hazel eyes enough.  He bound my hands and feet with duct tapes with the help of his mistress.

“No. Please no, Issac! Please don’t kill me!”

“You disgust me! Shut your trap!”

I thought he was going to kill me right away but I had underestimated him.

“What’re you doing? Sto—” 

He covered my mouth with a duct tape. He tossed me onto the bed. He had pulled my hands, which had been bound together, up to the headboard.

“Isn’t this a little too far, baby?” cooed Ariana, placing her arms around his naked body. “We should just kill her. Give her a quick death.”

He paused from holding down my legs. He kissed her on the mouth. “No. She doesn’t deserve a quick death. You almost died. I can’t lose you.”

“Thank you for loving me so much.” 

He spread my legs before tying them to the bedposts. By then, I had guessed what he was about to do, but I was telling me that it couldn’t be. It just couldn’t be. After all the years we had been together, he couldn’t possibly be this cruel to me, right? Even strangers would be kinder. 

But he did exactly what I had feared. He called his friends to our apartment after he telling Ariana to go shopping. Maybe because he didn’t want her to see what was going to unfold and got frightened. 

When his friends, seven of them, varied in ages and sizes arrived at our place, I was bound on the bed and stripped naked. He told them that they could do whatever they wanted with me as long as I was hurt and miserable. 

“But, make sure she doesn’t enjoy.”

He planned to kill me afterward and he told me so. Then of course, he would get his happily ever after with his woman after I died such a horrific death.

I couldn’t stop shaking because I was so unbelievably scared and was in shock of my luck in life, unbelievably terrible luck. Sometimes, I set my head on my pillow after an exhausting night, I dreamed about a better future, a better luck. Those times were rare but I had dreamed. But now this was the end waiting for me.

They leered at me, and remarked about my body. I was so scared. I prayed to all the gods in existence I had heard of. No! No! Please no! I wouldn’t have survived this! Even if I had miraculously, Issac would kill me!

They took off their clothes, revealing their fat bellies and disgusting bodies. 

Then it happened.

My heart.

I had a cardiac arrest.

That was the slimmest silver lining, a tiny-teeny luck. Even though it wasn’t enough to save my life, it gave a mercy of dying sooner as the men gripped my thighs to hold me down even though it was unnecessary with the ropes.

 My heart had grown weaker over the last ten years and it stopped beating a few years back. I had been lucky at the time because it was on the street and found helpful people.

One of the men sat down between my thighs, stroking himself after reaching an agreement with the rest.

At that moment, the burning sensation in my chest shot through.

Before the heart stopped beating.

My world turned dark. No more Issac. No more his rapist friends.

The darkness was great. Peaceful. I didn’t hate it.

‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’ A good quote. But I literally had never had a chance to even survive.

In this calming darkness, I muttered, “Goodbye, Issac…you won.”

I lost…even though there had never been a competition. 

I had lost because I had loved him and chosen to be with him. You could learn and grow from many things in life, but me, where was the room to learn and grow? Couldn’t call cops. Couldn’t run. Couldn’t find a safe place later.

What I had was to sleep in this darkness or moved on to heaven or hell, I did wish I wouldn’t be in hell though. Or I could go to next life. Whatever was waiting for me, it wouldn’t matter. If possible, I would prefer a dark room where I could rest from all the troubles from life that was gone. 

“Oh, Issac. Issac,” I muttered floating in the darkness. No screaming. No sobbing. I was just muttering his name was all, a real specimen. There had indeed been red flags I had ignored. Now what was the point?

I roamed here and there. Endlessly. Hey, nobody was there.

Then I heard it.

“Tyler! Tyler!” a voice called my name in darkness. Followed by the noises of impact. 

Someone banging on ‘a door’?