Broken Dreams

Cry Foul

Limbo.

That's what it felt like where I was. I knew I wasn't dead but I wasn't too sure I was alive either.

A darkness shrouded me like a heavy mist. I couldn't see anything but at least I could hear. Kind of.

"Daddy said not to touch her Blake! Leave her alone." The voice of a woman called out.

"What Daddy don't know won't hurt him. Now go and stand watch." A pause in the voices echoed loudly. What was going on? "I'm gonna have me a little fun. I'm allowed that much."

A disgusted sigh and then silence as a door slammed shut. I could feel something looking at me. I could feel its hunger, it's desire and it repulsed me. If i was dead how was I feeling these things?

Involuntarily my eyes flicked open slightly. I was on the floor looking up at a patchy brown roof, a window to my left let in a shaft of light. The sun creeping higher in the corner with each passing second. It was still morning. The sun yet to reach its apex.

A dirty, grimy face appeared hovering over me. He was fumbling with the waist of his pants and licking his lips. A sick look of joy and wanting danced through his eyes as he lowered his pants and dropped to the ground.

I couldn't help but swallow hard. Why couldn't I just die?

"Hey purdy lady. I bet you ain't had none like me before," he pressed his nose against my cheek and took a deep breath in. He pulled back and I watched his eyes roll back in his head as if he were in some kind of exotic heaven. "You gonna cry for me baby?" He questioned as he ran his hand up my thigh making me shudder with complete disgust.

Closing my eyes I felt that my limbs were restrained making me an easy target for him. If my father or mother were here I knew they would have dealt with him harshly.

Preparing myself as best as I could for what I knew would no doubt be painful I closed my eyes tight and wished for it to be over. I was scared but it was nothing compared to what I had seen not even a day before.

Feeling his hand drag up and down my leg I heard a loud bang. "What the hell you think yer doing boy!" A loud voice boomed filling the silence of the room and distracting me from the situation at hand.

Finding some courage I opened my eyes again and looked up. The repulsive face of the man that had been over me was now standing against a wall with a shotgun pointed in his face.

"Come on daddy I was gonna go have me a little fun is all!" with his words the man he called Daddy pushed the gun to the middle of his sons head.

"What did I tell yer boy?!" He demanded again. "I dun told yer if any of you little pricks lay a single finger on her I'd break them!" He shouted again as he pulled the gun down before flicking it back up at the guys face.

I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or scream! I felt like Alice in Wonderland or Dorothy in Oz. I had woken up somewhere I was not familiar with and in a pack of things I had never thought conceivable.

Watching as blood gushed from the guys nose he looked at me as his father took him by the ear and dragged him out, his pants dragging around his ankles making him trip. "If I ever catch yer in here again I'll shoot yer damn face off!" The man kicked the air in what looked like an attempt to make what he said stick with his son.

Laying there staring up at the old man with broad shoulders and greying hair I was in awe and concluded that he was the man that had ripped the door off of my car.

He soon turned his attention to me and knelt in front of me, "I apologize to yer missy my boy he dun have his head on right. He didn't hurt yer now did he?"

I couldn't help but look at the man with suspicion. I heard the words he'd said when he found me. Was it him who shunted my car off of the road? "What are you?" Seemed to be the only thing I could say. I knew he wasn't human but I was having trouble coming to a conclusion of what he was.

At the question he stood and straightened himself out. He seemed offended or upset with what I'd asked him.

"Well now that's straight to the point init?" He answered my question with another as he stared down at me curiously.

"After the night I've had I'm not one for manners. Sorry." After what I'd seen I didn't think I could ever revert to the same old me again.

"Is that why yer running?" He asked with his strange accent obscuring his words.

"I was fleeing for my life," I couldn't help the bite in my words as I looked up at him from the floor. "Are these necessary?" Motioning towards the bindings on my arms I couldn't help but be annoyed.

"Yer secretive. How do I know yer not gonna kill us wolf kid?" In an instant I froze. Again. What was he to know what I was? "Oh yer I know what yer are." He continued with an all knowing look. "And if I'm being honest I don't like yer kind nosing around my territory."

Narrowing my eyes I couldn't help but use my wolf vision to take a closer look at what he was. His scent was earthy but had a mix of pine needles and fire mixed in with it. From where I lay he was broad of shoulder and very tall, the hair on his head was thick and looked wiry and rough. He had a heavy looking beard that covered the lower half of his face muffling his words a little.

I couldn't put my finger on what he was. Our eyes met suddenly and I couldn't help but widen mine. They were a golden amber color with flecks of black. I had heard about people possessing eyes like his but I was told they were more legend than reality.

"Your a werebear!" My breath caught in my throat as my eyes rolled back in my head. Again.