Her Revenge (Book 2 in Revenge series)

Chapter 24

Hunter Point of view

I sighed in frustration, slamming my fist on the desk again, hearing it crack beneath my fist again.

She was gone.

My Charlotte was gone.

It's been nearly month. A month since she disappeared.

I blamed her father for this. If he would've just let me and her be together, I would've been there that night to protect her, to keep this from happening.

I could feel the pain reverberating through my body every time someone hurt her, I felt the rejection every time a man touched her inappropriately. I could practically hear her screams in my head.

But I couldn't feel her.

She was slipping away from me, our bond breaking, but still strong.

I sighed, running my fingers through my hair stressfully.

I felt like breaking something, bursting into tears, and laughing at the same time. Breaking something because I let her get away from me, let her father control me. Bursting into tears because I just wanted to have her in my arms again. And laughing because of the insanity of this whole situation.

So I went with my best option.

I cried out in frustration, taking the first thing I saw and throwing it across the room, which happened to be my lamp.

And that's how it went for the next few hours, me breaking things and breaking the things I broke. That is, until mom came in the room.

"Stop!" She demanded, looking flustered and scared, but pissed as hell.

I stopped, breathing heavily in the middle if my room, which could be described as a junk yard by now.

I stared at my mother, shocked she had just yelled at me.

She was always so quiet, so loving and fun to be around.

"What are you doing?" She asked quietly, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes at me.

"I can't stand it. She's gone," I whispered the last part in a pained voice.

Her face softened and she came towards me, pulling me into her arms.

I let her hold me, I needed my mom for once. I didn't want to push her away, I didn't want to blame her for dad's leaving.

I just wanted my mom.

"She'll be okay. They'll find her, I promise." She said softly.

I wrapped my arms around her, feeling myself calm down and break down in my mom's arms.

The tears streamed down my face and I wiped them away furiously, I hated showing weakness.

But I had no choice without her, without my mate.

I needed her to stay strong.

I was dying without her.

***ATTENTION- Some sexual content here. Please do not read if you are uncomfortable***

Charlotte Point of view

I inhaled sharply, cowering in my corner still, hearing the heavy footsteps above.

I was in the basement of his house, a pack house. No one knew I was here, I doubt the pack that lives here even knew they had a basement. No ones been down here in the past month.

My skin burned, the cool air making me shiver.

My cuts healed up slowly, but at human pace. My wolf was no longer supporting me, She hasn't been with me since John had started drugging me.

But I still had my witch.

And if I learned anything in the past month, it was that my witch always and definitely had a plan.

John stood in front of me, and I stared up at him, eyes narrowed.

I was sitting in front of him, on my knees. He stared down at me in distaste.

And no matter how much anger, how much disgust showed in his eyes, I could see the underlying lust when he stared at me, which meant one thing

He wanted more.

And I wasn't sure I could survive another time. If my pup would make it through this again.

He backhanded me and I gasped as my head swung to the side, and a knot formed in the pit of my stomach.

"They found you. And I plan to make sure your dead before they get here." He said as he punched me in the face.

Every hit, every kick, every time he used my body for his own sexual pleasure, the feeling in the bottom of my stomach only grew.

Until it was too much, that is.

I whimpered once again as my body climaxed against my will, for a fourth time.

He gasped, slamming himself into me once more and emptying his fluids into me.

I gasped as my body trembled beneath him, pleasure coursing through me, unwillingly.

He got off of me, leaving me sore in the middle of the floor as he stared down at me in distaste.

And then he was beating me, again.

But I felt it. I felt it worse this time. Every kick, every punch, it felt like I would drop dead any second. It was all magnified. The pain was intense.

I saw him pull his foot back and I closed my eyes as tightly as I could, hoping the pain would go away after this.

Just as I felt the tip of his boot connect with my chin, everything froze.

I looked up, feeling a strange sensation emanating from my hands, and let me tell ya, what I saw scared the shit outta me.

I had gripped his ankle, and blue shocks were flying from my fingertips into his body.

His body shook, as if he were being electrocuted, and I quickly let go of him, only to watch him fall to the ground, breathing heavily.

I lifted my hand, but as I lifted it, his body slid across the floor swiftly.

My eyes widened.

...What the hell?...

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A/N: I've been watching Heroes on Netflix lately, so..... I might add some stuff from heroes on here... Like the electric shocks and the um... Telekinesis? Idk what it is...