Broken and saved

Daddy's home

Daddy's home:

Once again, I would like to dedicate this chapter to devsxoxo for continuing to support me with their comments, I am also thankful for all of you who have read my book.

I had woken up a few hours ago in a strange yet beautiful room. My hair, which was usually matted and stuck with dirt, now lay around my head in soft black waves. My porcelain skin was clear and free of bruises and scars for the first time since I was a baby. My nails had finally had the chance to grow, and by the look of it had been painted a bright red by someone.

My rib, which was previously broken, had been put back into its rightful place, and my wrist was wrapped in a bandage to support it. I had been dressed in an oversized T-Shirt that dwarfed my body, and went down to my knees.

I pulled myself up into a sitting position, surprised that my head didn't spin like it usually did. It was then that I noticed someone else was in the room, a girl. She was laying down on a sofa that was on the opposite wall.

In instinct I backed up into the corner, between the edge of the bed and a side table, making a glass vase on top rattle and fall to the floor and smash into millions of pieces. The girl woke with a start, turning her sharp glare towards me "bloody hell! You scared the pants off of me!" she shouts, placing a hand over her heart.

I curl my knees up into my chest, wrapping my arms around them and rocking back and forth. She stands up and begins to walk towards me. I knew that tone all too well, I meant I had done something wrong, and I was going to pay for it, but not with money, no, with something much worse than a few pounds. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no" I chant to myself quietly, my eyes turned to the floor.

Just then I heard a car pull up outside, and hundreds of footsteps charging all around the house, reminding me of my dad's footsteps when he got home from drinking with his friends, and the seconds before he found me were always the worst. I began to shake more and more as memory's flashed in front of me.

"Shit! He is going to kill me!" the girl shouted, hitting herself in the face with the heal of her hand "shit, shit, shit!" she chants, rushing around the room to clear up the mess of dirty clothes and old, dirty plates.

A whine escapes me as footsteps approach the door, echoing around the room. The girl froze in her movements, before throwing the rubbish bags in the wardrobe and throwing herself onto the sofa.

As the footsteps approach I begin to notice that it is not just one set of footsteps coming, but multiple pairs. A whimper leaves my lips as the door handle is turned. Suddenly there is three new people in the room, looming over me.

Tears begin to fall down my face as I am overwhelmed by these strangers, my sobs so loud they fill the room. The young man's face turns towards me, and his eyes fill with pain. "Oh, oh baby, what wrong" he asks in a soothing tone, calming my wolf as he moves towards me with small calculated steps "It's ok, no one is going to hurt you here, I promise" he tells me, slowly I turn me head up to face him.

He is the most hansom man I have ever seen, he stands well above my five foot three inches, blond hair hangs into his bright green eyes, that compliments his golden tan. Soon I find myself wrapped in his arms, but rather than being scared, I feel safe, comforted.

He begins to stroke my hair, holding me tight to his chest. His eyes, however, are on the girl who is sitting on the sofa. "July, are you going to tell me why I came home to find my mate frightened and in tears?" he questions, his voice which should bring out fear just makes me shiver in pleasure, causing him to purr in content.

"Hayden, babe, I am no baby sitter, anyway you know she's not your mate, I am, I am so much better for you that her, come on, she's not fit to be alpha female, and she broke that vase over there, that's why she was crying, I was simply telling her off for braking something, anyway when you take me as your mate and I move in here we can't have people braking things, can we, you know that, babe, why don't you just reject the runt and take me as your mate, we could have so much fun together" she purrs, in what is supposed to be a seductive manner, but just seemed desperate. All the while she was making her way towards the man, Hayden; I believe it was she said he was called.

The look she was giving me made me whimper, causing me to try and pull myself from Hayden's arms. That didn't work though; he just growled and wrapped me in his arms tighter. "How dare you!" he growled, making me moan into his chest "How DARE you insult my mate, or try and make me mate with a whore like you! You don't even deserve to look at her! You are the worthless one her, get out of my sight!" he shouts at her, causing her to give me a deadly glare before exiting the room.

"Oliver, do you think you can take her for a minute, I need to have a talk with Max" he asks the older man in the room, pulling me up into his arms like a baby, my head resting on his chest.

"Of course, son, here hand her to me, I'll take care of her, you go sort out your alpha duties" the man replies. Soon Hayden is trying to pry my hands from his shirt as more tears fall down my face.

"Please don't, please! I want to stay with you! Please, please!" I beg him, sobbing.

"Hey, it's ok, Oliver won't hurt you, I promise you that it will be ok" he tells me, his voice quiet and gentle.

"You promise?" I repeat, hope filling me.

"I promise" he tells me convincingly, kissing my forehead, and releasing my hold before leaving the room.

Oliver walks forward and places me at the foot of the bed gently. "Hey, it's ok, I won't hurt you, how about we play a game" he tells me, cheeriness in his voice "how about twenty questions" he continues.

"What's the game twenty questions?" I ask, my eyebrows pulling together.

"Well, it's a game where you ask questions and the other answers truly" he tells me, "here, I'll start, what is your favourite colour?" he asks me.

"Um, pale yellow!" I tell him, "What's yours?"

"Green, like the grass outside." He tells me "how old are you?"

"Seventeen, but I'll be eighteen soon" I reply, proud that I can remember, me and my dad never celebrated my birthday, "you?"

"I'm thirty, thirty eight to be exact," he tells me. "Ok, so what is your name?" he asks me, intrigue filling his eyes.

"That's an easy one, Alexis Serenity Day!" I tell him, I love my name, it's the only thing I have of my mum. "What's yours?"

"Oliver Samuel Day" he tells me "seems like we have the same last name!" he jokes, though his voice is raspy.

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We played for hours, first twenty questions then we played on the Wii, which took me ages to understand the ins and outs of playing the games.

After about five hours Hayden came back. And as soon as he entered the room he had pulled me into his chest and was apologising over and over again for leaving me, kissing the top of my head in between sorry's

"Oh, baby, I'm so sorry, I never should have left, I'm so sorry, I am so sorry, oh baby, please forgive me, sorry baby!" he apologies again and again, tears leaking from his beautiful eyes.

"It's ok, I forgive you, you had things to do, I have to understand, if I really am your mate then I will have to get used to you having more important thing to do than baby me, it's ok Oliver has been really good company" I tell him, smiling slightly.

"You are my mate, there is no if, and baby there is nothing more important to me than you, I promise I wouldn't have left if I didn't have to!" he exclaims, hugging me tighter.

"Um, Hayden, sorry to interrupt, but I really need to talk to you" Oliver says, braking us from our own little world.

"Of course, Oliver, stay here baby, I'll be back soon" Hayden tells me as they exit the room together.