My Mate From Hell

Chapter 14

My body ached and burned. Sleep was my savior.

I felt no pain during sleep. Only pure bliss.

I could tell I was close to breaking down.

I opened up my most vulnerable parts of me.

I told him my story, I showed him my scars.

AND he used them against me.

I SHOULD I have known better.

I started pacing around the room trying to get my anger out.

I hate him I hate him I hate him.

I checked the door it was locked.

I laid back down which cause a stingy sensation to form through my body.

He didn't press down hard enough to give me scars but he should never have done that to me.

Mates are equals, or so I thought.

I shut my eyes and I hear footsteps.

I kept my eyes shut hoping I wouldn't have to talk to him.

The door opened slowly and I felt like I was being examples.

"Come here to try a new way of getting me to submit to you? Guess what asshole it's not going to work."

There was nothing.

I turned around hiding how badly I wanted to wince.

Colt had risen in Ethan and he looked like he didn't know what to say.

I closed my eyes and faced upwards.

Sighing shakily, I couldn't hide that doing so hurt.

"Scar"

"Don't call me that." I growled.

I guess I was taking my anger out on Colt but he could have done something.

I knew Ethan was watching from inside Colt's mind so I kept that mask I have learned to paint on to my personality so well.

"If you don't mind I'm kinda busy basking in the glory of the wonderful sun in here." I said sarcastically (the room was dim)

"I'm sorry for what he did to you Scarlett I really am but no matter how hard I tried to couldn't arise."

"Don't trip"

Colt examined me trying to see what I was feeling.

He stared in my eyes searching for one hint of pain or hurt.

"Why are you acting like he just ruined your favorite shirt."

I laughed at his reference.

"I never expected anything more from him. How long will you be staying?"

"Not long I don't think. Scarlett just tell him what he wants to hear so he won't do this to you anymore."

I smiled.

"I'm not that type of person Colt. He'll have to do a lot worse if he wants me to become his servant."

I asked Colt for some water and I went upstairs and grabbed my recently packed bag.

I placed it by the door and crept into the kitchen.