Song of the Chapter: Broken - Lifehouse
A/N
There is a shocking surprise for you.
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Trapped in a world of drugs and insipid fog, Simonhauls me of my bed and hurtles me towards Clive. I groan out as I collide withstone hard chest. I cringe as he smirked, holding me tight against him. "Hello again, Omega. Time for some fun." He spins me around, trapping my wrists.
His meaty fingers wrapped around my skin, hoisting my arm back till my shoulder bellowed. Even the foggy stupor can't save me from the pain of a dislocated limb.
"Ahhhh" I moan
"Let him go, Clive. I need him to be able to use his arms." Simon shouts and his voice is strong enough to drown my cry as Clive drops my arm, throbbing in the shoulder joint. It's not broken I can feel it...and that's maybe a relief?
"Fucker tried to kill me twice." Clive breaths and grab hold my throbbing shoulder squeeze it. My face contours into pained grimace. He chuckles and shakes me, breathing hard against my ear. "You idiot bitch. You think it's easy to run when there are ten wolves on the guards."
"Clive!" Max warns quietly from behind me. "Enough hurting my mate."
For a second cutting out of the haze, I think Max has lost his mind too.
Well aren't you all shocked how did Max materialized in this scene.
Let me rewind—
Two days ago
When the sunrises the next morning, I'm so tired I feel like I've been drugged or I'm still under the affect of it. But mainly it's the nightmares that plagued me at every turn.
Hunter's presents didn't give me the respite I needed.
I've never been the type of boy to fear the dark—when I was young, I loved for my father to tell me scary and thrilling stories. But now they are no longer stories, they are real, and every time I wake up from a nightmare, I'm faced with a reality that is no better.
In some strange way, being alone makes it worse. It's not that I want Cynthia's, or Simon's or Clive's company, but I have to admit that when they are in the room with me, even when they are inflicting pain, or humiliating me, it takes my thoughts away from their darkest places. They distract me.
I stupidly thought that having someone nightmare-inducing with me would make things worse, but it doesn't. Because my nightmares aren't about Cynthia.
They aren't about what she is going to do to me.
They aren't about the fact that I could die in a few days at her hands.
My nightmares are about Gabriel.
What will happen to me if at the end when I'm set free?
If Cynthia kills me—there won't be any question asked but if she doesn't then how I'm going to face Gabriel?
How will he react?
Will he believe me that I was not with Max. Is this Cynthia's plan to make me look that I chose Max over Gabriel?
And most importantly will Gabriel except me...take me back? His message aren't helping me to lift my hope.
Did he really believe that I've left him?
