The Light Queen

A story

~Alex's POV~

The door shut behind us as I sniffled and shivered, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"They're werewolves. They are real live werewolves. Oh my God. I don't know what to do. Holy cow! What the hell is happening!? We were kidnapped! By werewolves! What the hell is going on?!" I screamed.

Riley looked calmly at me, and stroked my hair. "Think about it like this, we have always liked werewolves, now they have come to life!" She said excited.

"They're not supposed to be real though!" I yelled. "They were stories that we read in books and on websites, not real life..... Things! How are we going to escape now?" I turned to Riley to see her thinking.

"You know how in those stories the people are always happy? Why don't we give them a chance? I mean, they already prove that they were werewolves, why not get to know them?" She asked me.

"You remember how some cof them were also rejected?" I asked sarcastically.

She sighed as I continued, "What if they reject us? What if he rejects us.. me.. Because of what happened? I don't think I could live with my self if he knew," I said, wiping my eyes and turning, bumping into a hard chest.

"What am I not supposed to know?" He asked, his voice dangerously low as I back up slowly.

"Nothing," I say, my voice shaking slightly as I back up in the opposite direction. Riley holds my shoulder sand rubs my back as I tremble lightly, before straightening. Wiping away any trace of tears, I turn and walk towards the direction of my room.

With my head held high, I look behind me seeing Damon look at me with something in his eyes that I can't quite understand. I see pride and sympathy, courage and strength and that thing. I don't know what to call it... Happiness?

Anyway, Riley and I get to the room and sit on my bed before she turns and grabs my hands. "You need to tell me exactly what happened." She said, a fierceness in her voice I don't hear often.

I take a shaky breath, my shoulders crumbling and my head bowing in shame. "During the after party to prom, Derek got me a drink, I was already drunk when he got it for me. I took the drink and chuffed like my life depended on it.

"About a half hour later I started to feel dizzy, like way past tipsy, dizzy. So he took my arm and lead me to a room that didn't have anybody in it. Laying me on the bed slowly, he kissed me. By then I couldn't feel anything and my vision was blurry. He started to run his hands up my body, from my calf to my thigh to my hip to the side of my breast to stop on the side of my face.

"I felt my mouth move, heard words come out of someone's mouth, not sure if it was mine but hearing the word 'no' and 'don't' Somewhere. After that it only comes in bits and pieces. His hand on my zipper. My skirt riding up. My breasts bare and cold. Hearing him yell his relief in my ear. A zipper and a door closing. I didn't know how long it was until someone found me. By then I could feel my toes and see almost clearly. It was one of his friends. One of the ones that was actually nice.

"He picked me up and brought me home. Haven't seen or heard from him since. Never had the chance to thank him. Anyways, Derek didn't stop after that. The first time he didn't use a drug and I said no he slapped me. That was the first time and it only got worse from there.

"He had a side hoe, because what he was taking from me wasn't enough. I was pregnant with his kid after a few months. I was going to keep the baby but had a miscarriage hence why I was sick. He never knew. The baby died because he beat me so bad one day. After that, I knew it was time to leave. I packed up everything and you know the rest." I told her, tears in my eyes as I relived my past.

"I had thought he loved me. But now I know he just couldn't get sex unless bought or forced." I told her. She grabbed me and hugged me hard.

"Don't EVER hide something like that from me again!" she cried.

"I won't, sis. I won't."
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So that was a ruff one to write. I cried a lot. But if this hits close to home for anyone, I'm here to listen and help. They do have a hotline for dating abuse.. I don't have in here it should be in the next chapter.

I apologize if it did hit the needle on the nose. That was never my intentions.

But just know that I love my readers. Please leave me comments and tell me what you like and what needs work.

Loves,
Kenzi