The Abandoned (currently on hold)

Chapter Nineteen

Hello, my lovely people…here is the next chapter. Sorry for the delay.

            I opened my eyes and screamed! The sight that stood in front of me scared the crap out of me. Mindy was right in my face laughing evilly. It was almost as if she knew about my dream-nightmare. Maybe she did. Maybe she was behind it! “Oh honey, of course I was behind it. So how was it?” she asked.

            “Ho-ow was what?” I managed to choke out.

            “Oh, you know, Losing Jake.” At those words, my heart began to pound. I felt like I was going to die. I know that it was just a dream but it seemed so real! And Mindy was very powerful! She would probably be able to make it happen. The thought made me want to pee my pants. I can be such a coward sometimes, especially when it comes to clowns and spiders.

            “I will never let you get your nasty hands on him!” I finally spoke. I needed to show her that I wasn’t afraid, even though I was.

            “You want to bet?”

            “Over my dead body!” I yelled out. I wouldn’t let her touch my Jake. He’s my mate, my love, my everything! I suddenly felt a strong arm pull me. It was Mindy. She was dragging me somewhere. Wow, I space out very easily. Where was she taking me? She began to lead me down a stairway. We were going under the cabin. It was very dark, and I could barely see. When my eyes finally adjusted the darkness, I realized that this was a kind of prison-thingy. There was a cell. The palms of my hands began to sweat. Was she going to throw me in there? As if on cue with my thoughts, she pushed opened the door and pushed me in. I fell hard on my butt.

            “Stay there, I have to take care of your little mate.” She said. As if I could really get out. She locked the freaking cell, but not before tying my hands together behind my back and putting duct tape over my mouth. That evil son of a----. My anger began to rise. How could she do this to me? She is my grandmother, no matter how much she may hate me. “Oh, please. Don’t complain, you don’t even know what I did to your mother when she wanted to be with your father.” With that said, she started her way out leaving me with questions.  What did she do to my mother? Why hadn’t my mother told me? Well, I haven’t been with her much, but she could’ve told me last night. Maybe it was something terrible. My curiosity grew more by the minute.

            Ahhhh….I yelled internally. What am I suppose to do in this stupid cell? I got up and began to wander around the cell. It was pretty big. Grrrrrr…my stomach growled. I was clearly hungry. I hadn’t eaten anything. I searched for food until I bumped into something. I looked down and squealed, but my squeal was obviously muffled because of the duct tape. Lying before me was a dead body. The body belonged to a little boy that seemed to be about 8 years old. It broke my heart to see him lying there lifeless, even if I didn’t know him.

            Tears began to form in my eyes, and before I knew it, I was sobbing. I hated seeing dead people. Especially because for 15 years, I had thought my father was dead. I sat down not wanting to fall from my lack of balance, considering I had started to sob harder. I felt a hand on my shoulder and I almost squealed again before I looked up and saw a girl telling me to shush. How did she get in here? She quickly began to untie me and took the duct tape off of my mouth.

            “My name is Melanie.” She said shyly.

            “I’m Lisa.” I said, not knowing what else to say. I could barely speak because I was still crying because of the poor boy that lied dead before me. “Do you know who he is?” I finally asked. She got a sad look on her face before finally opening her mouth to answer.

            “He was my brother.” She said, and then broke down crying just like I had a few minutes ago. I stretched my arms out for her and she allowed me to hold her. Melanie was probably about 5 years old. We both sat there for about half an hour sobbing into each other’s shoulder. I felt sorry for this poor little girl that I didn’t know. I can’t imagine how it must feel to lose you brother. Mainly because I don’t have a brother.

            “So…how did you get in here?” I finally asked the question that had been lingering in my head. I could tell that she was still hurting and that she didn’t want to talk about it. She seemed afraid by the memory.

            “The evil witch took us. At first she acted all nice, and then… and then…” her voice broke off as she began to sob again. I felt so bad for her. I wanted to hold her in my arms and protect her from any harm that may come her way. “…Then she threw us in here and left us unfed. My brother was very sick and she knew it. She left us here to starve until one day she came in and brought us food. My brother refused to touch his and said that he wanted me to eat it. He wanted me to have his food. I didn’t want to take it, but he wouldn’t even touch it. A couple hours later we fell asleep and when I woke up, I walked over to him and thought he was asleep. I tried waking him up until I realized he was dead.” I was speechless. This 5 year-old girl just told me one of the saddest things I’ve ever heard. She’s been through all of this and she’s so young. I wanted to tell her that everything was going to be ok. But how could I? We were stuck in a cell!

            I needed to find a way out. For me, for Jake, and for this cute little girl. Melanie was crying so loud that I had failed to hear the door of the cell open. Mindy was walking closer to us. She picked Mindy up and was about to smack her straight in the face when I yelled at her, “What do you think you are doing?”

            “Well, her crying is really bothering me. She needs to learn to shut up.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Mindy was cruel. How could she hit Melanie? I quickly stood up and took Melanie from her. “How dare you defy me?” Mindy said in an angry voice.

            “I will not allow you to do this to her.”

            “And why not? She is nothing to you. Why do you care? Oh, I forgot, you are little Miss caring.”

            At that I snapped and was about to land my hand straight on her cheek when she wrapped her hand on my wrist, stopping me. She looked at me with so much fury in her eyes. If looks could kill, I thought to myself. She let go of my wrist and immediately started slapping my face. She was beating me non-stop. I could feel bruises starting to form. She was much stronger than me. This is it, I thought in my head. I’m going to die.

            Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better (sarcasm), the door flew open. The person that stood before me made my jaw drop. It was Jake. He was here. But how? He can’t be! He has to leave. Mindy will destroy him. I will not allow him. My thoughts came to a halt when I suddenly felt Mindy’s body being ripped off of me. Jake had ripped her away and was now turning into a wolf. Oh gosh. One thing I knew for sure, one of them wasn’t going to live. I was scared to death. All I had left to do was pray that Jake was the one to come out alive.

 Thank you all for reading. I felt like I had to leave it there. Sorry. And to answer some of you all's questions, I will do their maiting scene. I'm just not quite there yet. I want to thank you all for the support. Also, please don't forget to vote for the cover of the story. Oh, and please VOTE, COMMENT, and FOLLOW. Thank you all, huqs and kisses,

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