WANTED [REWRITING]

WANTED

WHEN I CAME TO, I found myself alone in a bedroom that had been re-purposed to be a recovery room. There was only one window and the curtains were drawn closed. The only light on was the one above me. I could hear the steady heartbeat on the monitor beside me, peeping every so often. I was alive.

I touched my face with my hands and realized I was hooked up to a breathing ventilator. I followed the tubes and found that it ran to my nose and down my neck. There were tubes going down my arms, I turned my head and saw that I had been connected to an IV drip bag.

I sat up and pulled the tube off my face and then took the needle of the IV drip out from underneath my skin.

"Fuck!" I cursed, seeing a few drops of blood coming down my arm. I used the blanket to wipe it and held it there to stop the bleeding.

That's when I noticed I was wearing a hospital gown. I wondered who had undressed me. The thought of it embarrassed me. I hoped it had been my dad, that way it wouldn't be as weird. The last thing I wanted is for Brian to have seen me half naked. I groaned and shook the thoughts away. I threw the sheets off and got up from the bed. Instantly I felt dizzy and braced myself with the railing on the side to keep myself up right. My balance needed some re-centering. Carefully, I headed towards the door.

I noticed the over in the corner, there was a couch that had been transformed into a makeshift bed. A blanket was sprawled over it, like someone had been slept there while they watched over me. I wondered if it had been my dad or Brian; they were the only two I could think of to be here. Well who ever it was had left.

Oh my gosh! Are they okay? Did they completely destroy each other? Or were they both seriously injured and somewhere in another room too. My mind was racing.

I pulled the door open and peeked out; no one was on the hallway. I sneaked out of the room and walked down the hallway. I hadn't been out for no more than two minutes, when i heard voices approaching. Luckily I was nearby a closet which I ducked into and waited, listening.

"I'm so glad he's gone today," A girl with a youthful voice said. "He's such a creep. He always watches us, like he doesn't trusts us. We're his mates, yet it feels like we're just here to quench his thirst for sex."

"Careful what you say," Another women said with a scratchy voice. "Someone might hear you and go tell him. "

"Like I care." The youthful one scoffed. "Let them go tell him. In fact, I'll dare them. Maybe he'll kill me and spare me of this life."

"Why are you so hell bent on making him angry, Lucia?" The scratchy voice women asked. "Do you really want to die and leave your son with him?"

They had stopped walking and were right outside the closet door. I held my breath.

"Because he took me from my home! Took me from my true mate! Or do you not remember him doing that to you also, Yesenia?" Lucia snapped. "A son I didn't want? It wouldn't be that hard at all."