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Ch. 28 What Does He See In You?

Sandra's P.O.V.

Eventually I passed out from the pain. Blood stained my clothing, he'd stabbed me, repeatedly. I don't even know how I was still alive. My head felt like it was full of cotton, and my tongue was rubber. My lip was busted open, I probably had multiple bruises. He'd even lightly slit my throat so it bled but didn't kill me. He really went to town.

Looking at myself, my hands had drying blood on them, my clothes were soaked. The carpet around me was stained, and the pocket knife that stabbed me was tossed onto the carpet in front of me. It looked like when I passed out he got bored and just tossed it onto the ground. My breathing was heavy, and I leaned my head back, my throat was so parched, but something helped me not break. Dean's anger. It helped me fuel myself to energy, and I looked up when the door opened. A girl, she had almost white, blue eyes, brown hair, porcelain skin. Not all werewolves are tan. She walked over, and gave me water, feeding me as well.

"Help." I barely managed, her eyes softened. "You're a human girl in a bad situation, you fell for the wrong guy. We have to kill him, it's tradition. Sorry, you were just caught in the crossfire." Before I could say anything else, she left. After what seemed like forever, Trent opened the door to the room. Except this time he was tired, or dementedly happy, he was sad. Is he bipolar or something? I thought, as he closed the door, and picked up the pocket knife. I just looked up at him, "Did I finally silence you?" He leaned in, inspecting me. Dean's rage intensified, and my upper lip curled up in anger as I spit out blood on his face. Trent pulled back, wiping it off.

"Someone obviously has to teach you manners." He commented dully, like he'd done this before. Who was the last girl? "Dean will kill you." I hissed, his face contorted in anger. "Don't tell me what Dean will do!" He shouted. I flinched in surprise, his grip tightened on the pocketknife, but instead of stabbing me, he started crying. "What the hell does he see in you?" He sounded distressed, so broken a small part of me actually felt guilty. "Trent?" I asked in concern, he just wiped away his tears, and shoved the knife against a major artery in my throat, "What the fuck does he see in you?" Trent asked, inspecting my face. He looked so broken, and that's when I was sure he was mentally unstable.

Something I could use to my advantage. "Trent, this isn't right. Please don't kill me. Dean would never love you if you did." I urged, he stiffened. "How did you know?" He asked slowly. "Know what?" I asked in surprise. "Dean, I love him." Trent murmured, pressing it harder against my throat. "How did you know!?" He shouted, I tried not to flinch in fear he might accidentally murder me. "Calm down, I can see it." I used a gentle voice you'd use when talking to a child. "He was always there when we were younger, strong, silent, I loved him so much. Then he left me, telling me I was too attached to him, that I was creepy. I tried to talk to him after that but he always avoided me." Trent spit out, "Then he fell for you. How? When I'm the only one who truly loves him." Trent dropped the dagger backing up against the wall, and curling his fingers through his hair, like he might rip it out.

"Maybe you should move on, find someone who'll treat you better." I said slowly. Trent's eyes snapped open, startling me. "Move on? Someone better?" He spit the words out like they were curses, and stormed up to me, and slashing a new wound on my arm. "There is no one better than him. He belongs to me." Trent growled, leaning in. "Sorry Trent, I had no idea." I apologized, he leaned in closer, his hands resting on my forearms as he leaned in more. "What does he see?" I tried to lean back as he leaned closer, but he held the chair firmly in place so there was no way for me to fall backwards to avoid this.

Suddenly he shoved his lips against my bloodied ones, hard, I didn't kiss him back, and he groped my chest before pulling back, and wiping his lips. "You definitely aren't sexually appealing." He said, I felt violated on so many levels. Every part of me tensed as he walked in circles around me, inspecting me like I was his cattle or something. You probably don't find me sexually appealing because you're gay. My thoughts screamed, but then Trent just left.

I prayed Dean would show up soon, because I didn't want to go through anything any more.

Little did I know what Trent had in store for me.