Carrier (TPA2)

4:

Eleven months:

     They got me back to health. I hear footsteps coming towards my room from far away. I know who it is.

I let out a shaky breath. Alex had left me alone for a few months, but I know it won't last forever. I look at the food in front of me. I reach for it slowly, carefully. I don't want to eat, but I don't want to be force fed either.

It's just a slice of pizza. Plain cheese, no vegetables, no meats, just cheese. I bite into it, feel sick to my stomach but force it down anyways.

I only manage to eat a third of the pizza. After that, I push the plate away from me and curl into a ball on my bed. I stare at the television switched off, it's black screen showed me in a reflection of the room.

There's a knock on the door, it slowly opens and Jewel is standing there. I glare at her. If I wasn't as nice as I was I'd probably kill her. I don't like her. Or anyone here.

"Alex is wanting you." Jewels words make the thickness in the air even thicker. I roll over and don't even look at her.

"Taylor." She snaps. I let out a breath and grumble. I don't move instead I just reply with a soft, "I'll be in there in a minute."

"Okay, just don't keep him waiting." Jewel snaps, she slams the door shut. I roll my eyes and hug a pillow close to my chest.

I apologize to my wolf, beg her to come back to me. I don't even feel her presence. I roll out of bed and land on my feet with a thud sound.

I slip out of my bedroom, start down the hallway. Alex's room isn't that far away from mine. I don't know if he did it on purpose or not. I still feel a little ashamed to walk from his room to mine every time he wants me.

I step into his room, and shut the door behind me. He's sitting on the edge of his bed with his phone in his hand.

I step in between his legs and press my lips against his. His fingers dig into my hips rough enough for me to try and push them away. He dips his head down, kisses the base of my throat and trails his lips down to my chest.

His large hands start to push under my shirt but I stop him from doing anything. "Wait." I say. His hands stop on my ribs, he pulls his face away from my chest and looks up into my eyes.

His hair is messy, and his lips are fuller than they were earlier. "Will you promise me something?" I ask.

Alex furrows his eyebrows at my words. We have hardly ever spoken to each other, usually we never even spoke at a time like this. "And what is that, my dear?" He asks. His voice is thick with a British accent.

"I need you to promise me that if, if I have your baby, that you'll let me go home." I ask, I push my hand on his cheek and try to keep from crying.

He gives me a soft smile, pushes a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "I promise that you're going to go home." He says softly. I feel him wipe a tear from my cheek.

I nod my head, wipe my eyes and press my lips to his. I hope that he's being honest. That he will let me go home.

His giant hands grab at the hem of my shirt and tug it over my head. They grab at my butt, flip us over so that he's on top.

   He kisses my chest. His breath is warm against me, and he doesn't give me any kind of warning when he pushes himself inside of me. My back arched and he pulls me closer.

"Sorry," he mumbles, burying his head into my neck. I shake my head, wrap my legs around him to give me some kind of relief. My nails dig into his back as he continues to take me.

I pant into his ear. I know it gives him some kind of satisfaction when I bite down on his shoulder to keep myself from screaming. He's not being easy with me, and I'm not ready.

He chuckles, holds a hand against the bed for support and doesn't stop until he releases into me.

I whimper, I can hardly breath. Alex surprises me and kisses me off guard. He flops down on the bed and lays on his side to look at me. Not my body, but just my face.

"Stay in here with me," he offers. I furrow my eyebrows. I sit up, shake my head and tug my shirt back over my body.

I will not.

"No." I mutter, I pull my pants back on and leave him where he's laying. I will not give him the satisfaction.

I shut the door behind me. I feel like I'm going to get sick. I hate myself. I crawl into bed and cry myself asleep.