Scarlet's Mate

Part Twenty Seven

I don't move.  I can't.  She was all I had left.  I fell to my knees.  The grief of losing my parents, losing Elliot, and now losing my grandma was too much for me.  Nothing will ever be the same, nothing will ever feel right again.  I am completely alone.  I am alone.

Dream

"Scarlet?  Are you paying attention?"  Mr.Adams voice pulled my attention back to him.

"Sorry," I laugh anxiously, "what?"

"Do you know the answer?"  He waved impatiently to the problem written on the board.

"Sorry, I don't, um, I am not sure," I stumble out.

Everyone starts laughing like I just said the funniest thing they've ever heard.  Even Mr.Adams started laughing.  I look next to me and see Derek, though he's not laughing.  He drops his eyes to the desk then back up at me.  I glance down and see a note written on a piece of paper that seemed to have just materialized out of thin air.

There were only three words on it, three words I swear I remember hearing before.  Three words that I know are important but I can't seem to understand why.

'Don't trust him.'

My head's pounding as I try to open my eyes.  My body is sore and I realize I'm just on a small blanket laid out on the floor.  Then the memories hit.  It feels like a shot to the gut.  My grandmas pleading dead eyes staring back at me from the floor.  The way her hand was cradled against her chest where blood had been pouring out previously.

I try to stretch my arm from the potion it's in, but it won't budge.  Cautiously I glance up and realize I have been tied to a pole in the corner of the room.  My chest tightens as I realize I have no way to defend myself.  Maybe it's a good thing. 

My parents died trying to find a way to break whatever 'curse' I seem to have that stops me from phasing into a giant dog.  Elliot was hurt by me when this creep decided I shouldn't be mated.  Rayne was hurt when Derek rejected her because of me.  Derek has been hurt by me more ways than one, most recently me running out to my own doom.  And now my grandma, my sweet and caring grandma, is dead because of me.

Whatever is going to happen to me here, I deserve it.  I just pray that whenever they are done using me, they pity me enough to kill me and end it.

I sat motionless for what felt like hours.  My arms were sore and stiff and my ass hurt from the constant pressure.  My head was starting to weigh a ton as my neck tried its best to keep it upright.  I was about to reposition myself when I heard something unlock.  My eyes snapped to what looked like it could be a door and watched as it slid open.

"Scarlet, baby, sorry about before.  No hard feelings right?  She'd seen too much," he kept the door open as he stalked his way towards me, "I realized I've never actually introduced myself to you.  You see that was for a reason, couldn't have you out and about knowing my name.  But now you're here, and I plan on keeping you here."

He kneels down in front of me, I try to remain still as he reaches out and brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"My name is Jack," he leaned in and brushed his lips on my neck.  I can't help but recoil at the touch, causing him to grab my face and force it back into place.  The grip makes me wince and I see his lips twitch into a sick grin.

"Well, this is going to be fun," he abruptly lets go and stands up, "see, my boss wanted me to keep my distance.  He wasn't happy with me when he learned about the fun we had together.  I guess I'm lucky that my coworkers also wanted to see what the fuss was all about.  You really don't know how special you are, everyone wants a taste."