Claim me.

Rescue me ~ Kerrie Roberts PART 22 CUPIDINABOX

Hey! It's Cupidinabox. And no, I didn't fall off a cliff and die. I'm sorry I haven't uploaded in forever. I'm sorry I haven't been able to answer your comments. For those who were reading my story WTDC, I put a notice in the title saying it was on hold. It was your choice to read it, so please don't make me feel bad by saying i didn't continue the story!

Whatever. Anyways, I wrote this little cliche short story, and i'm hoping it's good after a billion days of editing :) I haven't written in forever, so please let me know what u think!

And finally...

*** Rescue Me By Kerrie Roberts***

---This waking nightmare lingers~When will the mirror stop tellin' lies?~I don't know where ~I've been or where I'm goin'~But I can't do it alone~I'm reaching out..~Rescue me~Show me who I am ~'Cause I can't believe this is how the story ends~Fight for me~If it's not too late~Help me breathe again~No, this can't be how the story ends..---

Not one tear. 

       Not one tear escaped from my closed eyes. The funeral procession was taking place,                      but not many had come besides the pack. Being the cruel, hard man he is, my father didn't    have many friends. At least, none that cared enough to see him dead. In his world, no, in our world, death was a common thing.

My father had had it all, a loyal pack, a loving mate, a fearless son and a submissive daughter. He left it all when my mother passed away, over a year ago. It was like what the elders had told me, like the books that  said that one who loses his mate will not be able to live long himself. But our pack didn't believe in the books, and we were forbidden from reading them.

The box was lowered into the ground, and I left before they covered him with earth.

***

"What is it?" I asked tentatively, opening the door to the Alpha's office. The room was bare, as all pictures of my mother had been stripped from the walls when she passed. And every single picture used to be of my mother. There was a dusty bookshelf that was just there for decoration,a single desk in the center of the room, and to the left of it was a small window. And my brother, Cal, was sitting on that desk, staring at a bloody knife.

"Explain this, Cameron." He growled at me. His tone was angry, as he had a close relationship with my father, and was convinced that he was murdered. And he was hell bent on finding the killer.

 'Alpha's aren't weak, they don't give up when life gets too hard. If they did, being an alpha would be a joke.' He lectured me about how great an alpha was every day, always telling me that useless mates were just... well, useless. He didn't believe that women had power, they were just burdens to be carried around. And things that could be used against you in battle.

He was just like my father. And the men of the pack were going to love and agree with his views. Many of the men had already found their mates, but they had been forced to send them away or even kill them with their own hands. And they had no problem doing it, because disobeying pack law meant being forced to leave the pack and go rogue, as no other packs would accept men from this pack because of their backstabbing and cruel attitudes. Going rogue meant anyone could kill you without having to face consequences, and in this ruthless world, there was no mercy.

For the 17 years of my life, I had never left pack borders. Being alpha's daughter, I was always being watched, just in case someone decided to use me to try and take down the pack. Not that my father cared, but my mother felt that I needed the protection. So while other girls were sneaking out to meet their mates from other packs or go for a run past the border, I was stuck in my room, staring at the blank walls and reading books I had read a million times already. I had no computer or any other kind of electronic device besides a cellphone with no contacts besides my bodyguards and my family, so during most of the time I was awake, I was bored or studying from the books my mother had gifted me for my birthday.