Begin Again in a New Pack

Chapter 7: alterative version

                          Gabrielle's POV

While we were running back to the house I felt someone grab my arm then throw me over their shoulders.

"JACOB! HELP ME!"

He spun around and started running. I started punching the man's back. Jacob got closer. We touched fingers. The man sped up. I think J's legs gave out because I saw him fall.

"GABRIELLE! I'LL FIND YOU I PROMISE!!"

He tried to get back up but he fell back down. I watched as he got further and further away. I was thrown into a van. The same man brought me into a house then put me in a cell then chained me up. The next person who walked in was a familiar face.

"Marcus?! What are you doing here?"

"Don't act so surprised."

"Why are you acting so cold? This would break my dad's heart."

"Well you can't break what's already dead."

Why did he say that to me?

"Your shoulder looks gross with that."

I touched the shoulder my mark is on.

"Mine would look better."

He grabbed my arm then stood me up. I backed up until I felt a wall touch my back. He moved my hair off of my shoulder he bit the inside of his cheek. I saw blood going down his enlarged canines. He sunk them into my neck. I screamed. I screamed until the scream wouldn't come out anymore. I fell to the ground. I brought my knees to my chest and rocked myself back and forth. I tired Mindlinking Jacob but it wouldn't work.

"Our bond with him isn't strong enough yet."

"Is that why I can't talk to him?"

"Yes."

All I could do was cry. Each day the abuse got worse and worse. He tried to mark me every chance he got. He tried every way. By that I mean every way. Oh god Jacob's gonna kill me. The only thing in this room is a mirror. Each day I see my mark fade even more. A different mark appears as well. I want my baby. I want him. I'm turning into skin and bones. After a while I became too weak so I can't even talk to Diana. It was just me alone with my thoughts. Every time I dreamed if was all about me and Jacob.

How long have I been here?

Will today be the day someone finds me?

Is today the day I die?

Am I even missed?

Did Jacob move on?

The pain in my shoulder gets worse everyday. Each day I grow more and more lonely. Each time they would hurt me they'd record me. I heard a noise that told me they sent the videos.

Oh god. Jacob's gonna see me like this.

Jacob's POV
Every day I get videos and pictures of them hurting her. Each time I look at a new one my heart breaks.

"What are doing? Why haven't we found her yet?!"

"Jacob relax."

"Don't tell me to relax. I know something bad happened."

"How?"

I pulled the collar of my shirt down.

"Oh shit. Your mark is gone."