No Escape

Stranger...

-Victoria-

I weakly stumble out of bed, barely able to stand. I trudge into the bathroom, closing the door tiredly. I catch a glimpse of myself, grimacing in disgust. My white hair's tangled, dark circles place themselves under my barely alive blue eyes. My skin is pale, an unhealthy glow upon it. I peel off of Titus's shirt. I've almost forgotten his scent, he never returned. My ribs are clearly visible, not once have I ate. The heat was unbearable, Titus was not there to ease the pain. Climbing into the shower, I collapse to the shower floor, letting the water scorch my skin. I slowly massage my scalp with shampoo. Tears prick my eyes. 'I miss you Titus.' My voice sounds so foreign to me, even in my mind.

I get out, slipping on another one of Titus's faintly scented shirts. I pull on black skinny jeans, before walking down the stairs. I walk towards his office, when his booming laughter catches my attention. I hesitantly pad towards the Living room. I look around the corner, my heart clenching at the scene. Titus is holding a petite red head in his lap, one arm securing her. I rip my eyes from the scene, slowly walking towards the front door. My breath is labored, my steps are draining in strength. My teeth chatter, my body is invaded by ice. I stick close to the wall, looking through spinning eyes. Pack people watch me closely, but one man walks forward. A hand presses against my forehead. "Damn." He begins to blur, my vision spinning. I feel myself falling, into arms. I'm floating, the arms support me, but they're not Titus's arms. I whimper weakly, hanging on with all my might. Something pricks me, causing a grimace to come from me. Soon I'm plunged into darkness, not even Titus feels safe anymore.

I awaken to the door closing at last. I blink, sitting up. Titus looks at me, before sliding into bed. I whimper, placing a hand on his shoulder, trying to catch his attention. "Titus?" I whisper.
"What?" He snaps and I flinch.
"Where have You been, whose the girl, why did you shut me out?" I ask, but get a loud growl. Suddenly, his hand almost crushes my arm when he grabs it, his hand meeting harshly against my stomach, sending me flying off the bed, into the edge of the dresser, and onto the hard floor. I yelp in pain, unprepared. The sound of cracking thunder sends me into panic mode. I begin whimper loudly. "Titus...Titus!" I try again, but when his furiously loud growl rings through the air, I silence myself. Tears swell up in my eyes, before leaking. I stand, before walking out of the door quietly. I can hear the downpour outside, but I have no friends, I don't know anyone in this pack. I walk outside, being drenched only seconds after. I shiver, quickly walking into the woods. I yelp when thunder cracks. I scurry through the forest, seeing lights in the distance. I run towards the door, knocking loudly. The door opens, showing a surprised Kyle. "What are-" I wrap my arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably. He pulls me inside, stroking my hair gently. "What happened?" He asks, grabbing a towel, and handing it to me. He slides my shirt off, not caring that I'm braless. He slides one of his shirts on me, doing the same to my jeans and underwear, changing them with his boxers and large sweatpants. He sighs, drying my hair off with the towel.
"H-he" Hiccup "He growled at me...so angrily...he-he" hiccup "he pushed me very hard off the bed. He hates me!" I sob, covering my face with my hands. "I wanna go home." I hiccup again and he nods. He undresses, shifting, looking at me. I undress and go to shift when he growls.he shifts back, grabbing my hand, leading me to the bathroom, where he looks t me in the light. I look in the mirror, tears swell in my eyes, as I see the only thing Titus gave me. A large bruise runs up the arm he grabbed, a bruise on my stomach where he shoved me, and a large bruise that covers most of my back where I had hit the dresser and floor. He growls, shifting back, letting me shift. He picks me up by the scruff of my neck. He runs to the treehouse, where he shifts, carrying me up the ladder. He shifts back, laying in the abundance of blankets. I whimper, crawling underneath his furry body. He growls slightly when I kick something important. I nuzzle him as an apology and sigh from the warmth. He curls his tail around me, resting his head on his paws. I rest my head on his stomach, listening to the rain. 'Kyle, am I pretty?" I ask.
"You are, for a woman." He replies.
"Do you like any guys in the pack?" I ask and he chuckles.
"Yes, Marcus. He's like me, we want to mate, but we need Titus's permission." I smile.
"I'm glad you've found someone. I want someone too..." I trail off sleepily.
"You have Titus." He says.
"I have his mark, but not him. I'm just a prize. I wish I had another mate, I wish I never met Titus." I whisper sadly, my eyes drooping. I let myself fall into a deep sleep.