Not a dream

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Christian pov

  I woke up with a jolt ,the ground felt cold but i was sweating,it was a dream i thought, i tried sitting up but the pain in my ribs wont let me .it wasn't a dream i thought he was going to kill me i wished he did.

      The sun was setting i must have slept for long my throat felt dry and sore,the house is quiet they must have gone out as usually i tried getting up with the little strength i had my ribs still hurt as hell i tried getting up as my tummy grumbled,i remembered i didn't eat breakfast.

   I went straight to the kitchen to get a glass of water to soothe the ache in my throat after gulping down the water i decided to make a quick dinner.

      After i was done with dinner i went upstairs to my room , stepping into my bathroom i decided to take a cold shower, after i was done with my shower i tied a towel around my waist as i stood in front of the mirror looking at my reflection dark purple blotches decorated my torso ,both old and new scars littered my body , my cheeks was bruised i felt disgusted with my reflection i felt ugly ,dark bags under my eyes.

    I felt drained stepping out of the bathroom i decided to wear an oversized shirt and a navy blue  shorts slipping under my covers of my bed the tears i was trying to hold back slowly fell down my face everything hurts. i cried myself to sleep with one last thought in my head as i drifted off ....  

               I WISHED HE KILLED ME

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