Mates with the Alpha

Chapter 9

POV: Rose

When I saw that Michael's car wasn't in the driveway I almost did backflips. For the first time in years my day was going pretty well.

I run inside and past the kitchen before I stopped dead in my tracks. He's not home, I remind myself. I can eat. Michael lets me eat on occasion, but only to keep my strength up for his daily beatings, but not enough food so I can get strong enough to fight back.

Sometimes if I get super lucky, he'll go out and get really drunk with his friends and pass out when he gets home so I can eat the most food my little stomach can handle.

I grab a green apple that was on the counter and took a bite. I love apples. Especially green ones. They are sweet and sour at the same time. And the times I get to taste them are few and far between so I savor every moment I can.
But the moment was short lived when I finished the heavenly fruit down to the core.

I munched on a few crackers before my stomach couldn't take anymore. I skipped around the living room but stopped once more when the black grand piano came into my view.

I've used to play everyday before.... I got an idea, an walked over. I examined it, despite us always moving, HE always brought the piano with us. The glossy coat had a thin layer of dust covering it. I sat down on the bench and opened the cover to reveal the perfectly white and black keys.

I think back to earlier today, I heard a girl sing a song. It went along the lines of safe and sound... How does it start?

After a few mistakes on my part, I start to sing the song while my fingers dance across the keys. I can't help but think about how much I sound like my mother's. She used to sing to me when I was scared. And after she was done with her sweet melody she'd tell me the same thing over and over again.

"Do you know why your strong?" She'd ask not waiting for an answer, my beautiful mother would say, "because I'm your mother. Because you are my daughter and no matter what anyone does or says, that'll never change. I'll always be here." She'd always point to the spot on my chest where my heart would be beating far below the surface of my skin.

Those few words used to mean so much to me. But now, now I no longer receive the comfort they used to grant me. Now they just make me feel sad. The space where the memories of my mother used to live now is contain with Michael's "lessons".

These sad thoughts made me push harder on delicate keys and made me push my strong voice to the limits. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to live a life that was safe and sound.

To not have worry when I wake up, if today will be the day when my body will just give up and accept the pain until the blackness will take me forever.

I try to give into the darkness but it must not like the way I taste because it seems to repeatedly spit me back out into the dim light of my life.

I look down at my fingers as I continued to pound my fingers hard on the piano, all my years of pain, depression, sorrow, isolation, and hurt, out through my voice.

By the time I heard the door slam it was too I stop right in the middle of my sentence and I could feel my heart beat up and my completion pale

"What do you think your doing?" He says calmly. That's worse, I'm used to him yelling and even screaming at me when he was angry, that itself terrified me. But his scary-calm voice could make birds flee, monsters hide back under the bed, and children run crying towards their parents...in other words, the voice alone petrified me.

When I get up of the bench I stand in front of him like I was taught to do. I bowed my head in shame and submission, as I wait for him to start my punishment.

Good thing the apple gave me extra energy. I thought weakly.

"Look at me" his voice leaving no room for argument, not that I would anyway. I obey and lift my eyes to meet his, but when I do they are filled with so many dark emotions that I want to find the nearest corner to cower into, or the nearest table to hide under. His eyes held hate, anger-the usual- but this time I saw the true heartbreak in his eyes.

"You sound just like her" he sneers, "but we can change that can't we?" He leans very close to me and cracks a sinister smile when he sees the confusion that is surely written all over my face.

He grabs my hair and pulls me towards the kitchen. He then pushes me down to the floor and I crawl to the corner.

"Oh no you don't. You know what you did and not even Jesus can help you now." I hear the drawer slide open and the metallic clink of the knives against each other.

At this I was shaking in fear, I feel my pupils dilate to the point where I can't see, my breath becoming short and labored as I try and prepare myself for what is to come.

I feel him pull me up once again, he pushes me against the counter of the kitchen so my back is bent and my knees are off the ground. "I told you what would happen if you disobeyed me. I told you what would happen if you touched that piano again, it is not yours. Nothing is. Everything under this roof is mine, which includes you. And you will listen to me." Once he presses the cold point of the knife against my throat I realize what he is about to do. I struggle against his hold but his grasp on me turns into a vise so tight that snakes would be jealous.

He starts to press harder and I gasp at the new pain, this is unlike anything I've ever felt before, and not in the good way. "You look so much like her, you know? Your voice sounds so much like her's that when I hear it, it makes my heart shatter again and again. All because of you. This is your fault for sounding like her, and you don't have to worry because it will never happen again" he says each word slowly as if he is trying to let this sink in. He reaches behind me to grab the back of my neck and pins me against the wall as he cuts a clean thin line. Causing red to flood the plains of my pale white neck, in my almost unconscious state I notice that he purposely misses the large veins that could end my life.

But I know he wouldn't do it. Hell I couldn't even do it. I've tried ending my life by taking the blade to my own skin, but I couldn't help but feel I was cheating in a way. Like ending my life was too easy. While everyone got to suffer I got the easy way out, it just didn't seem fair.

I'm my last string of consciousness for the first time I really pray to the Lord:

God, please if you are listening to me, or watching I need your help. I need an angel. I need someone to protect me. I need someone to love me. I need someone to save me. I need someone to reach into the dark depths of my life and pull me into the light.

I need someone to save me.

Someone. Please. Save. Me. I repeat for the last time before I welcome the darkness that soon crashes over my body taking my last prayers with it.

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Lemme start off with apologizing because you guys are probably mad at me. Well let's face it, you should be. And im sorry for posting so late...kinda got busy there for a second...I know I actually had something happen in my boring life😂😂😂

Update tomorrow an until then goodnight my beautiful readers.

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