Unrepairable

Part Nine

I pushed the door open to my new room and my mouth nearly dropped open in shock. Stepping inside I closed the door behind me having a proper look around my enormous room. Three of the walls were white where the forth one was black. There was a black couch sitting by the bay window, a massive king size bed with black covers on them, two black bedside tables and a black cupboard/draws. There were also two doors to the right of the room, walking over to them I opened the first door looking inside.  It was the bathroom the walls and tiling was all black but there was a white bath/shower, white sink and white draws. I opened the other door seeing basically the same disign, it was a walk in wardrobe in all black except the hanging rails and draws. I was thankful that there was no bright colours in the room, it felt like me.

Once I was finished looking around the room I decided to start training. I didn't know what was going to happen once my week of freedom was over but I was going to be prepared for it. As I didn't have any training equipment and I refused to train in front of the pack I knew I could only do the basics. Push ups, sit ups and squats. As I was about to get down on the ground there was a knock at the door, making me forget about my training for the second.

Hesitantly I open the door to be practically barged out the way by an excited female. I close the door backing into my room that the girl rudely entered. Looking her up and down I nearly cringed at her outfit, her top was nearly showering her boobs and her shorts were giving her a major wedgie but she didn't seam effected in the slightest.

"So alpha told me to come get you measured and order you some clothes," she practically squeeled. I wanted to kill Damon! Letting a girl who dresses so porn star to buy ME clothes.

She didn't wait for me to say anything, simply started attacking me with a measure. She measured my hips, belly, legs, shoulders, feet and even my boobs. Once she was done she run out the room without a word making me sigh in relief, last thing I wanted was for her to stick around.

Instead I worked on training. I started with push ups, telling myself to get to 100 but as I was doing them my thoughts kept straying. I thought about all the bad things that the bastard and his side man had done to me, making me push harder. Every time I lost count I started over finally finishing my 100 about me fifth time restarting. Once that was finished my arms practically felt like jelly, I decided it was time to give my legs a go. Sitting with my feet tucked under the bed I started my sit ups doing the same thing again, doing it on my forth restart.

My day was spent any form of exercise I could inside my room. Day turned to night pretty quick and before I knew it there was a knock on my door. Hesitantly I opened it again half expecting to be knocked out of the way but when I looked up I saw a different woman carrying a tray of food.

Stepping out the way I let her inside my room, she didn't say anything just hastily walked up to the bedside table putting the tray down before exiting the room.

Looking at the tray of food I felt my mouth water. On it sat a steaming steak and chips, the first hot food I'd had in years. I eagerly ate it up trying not to think about the emotional stuff. Steak was literally my favourite thing, me and my parents used to go out for it all the time. After I'd eaten, I done another hour of exercise before jumping in the bed to sleep. I desperately needed a shower but I had no clean clothes and there was no way I was putting these back on after cleaning myself. I hoped that omega would bring some decent clothes and soon, before I end up walking around in a bin bag.

I tried to fall asleep but every time I tried to get comfy it was like the mattress was eating me up, being used to living on the floor for God knows how long the bed is just too uncomfortable now. Giving up, I got myself out of bed throwing a pillow and the cover on the floor and sleeping there instead. It took a while but finally I fell asleep.

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The whole week I spent training. I'd wake up from nightmares early, spending a quick couple of hours in the training room before everyone was up and spending the rest of he day training in my room. The only person I really saw was the cook who brought me my meals three times a day.

The chirpy omega came back the day after I got given my room with three massive suitcases. One containing clothes, one with make up and one with shoes. To tell you lightly most of them were horrible. The clothes were all too tight, too small or too colourful. Out of about 400 articles of clothing I only liked 5 pieces. 2 pairs of black skinny jeans, two long sleeved grey shirts and a pair of black leggings. The underwear she bought was mainly slutty and lacy but I didn't mind as much, no one was going to see them so it's not like it mattered. Shoe wise, there was one pair that I liked, they were a pair of grey and black airmax 95s, the rest of the shoes she bought were heels. As for the make-up and the rest of the clothes I didn't like they were thrown in the corner of my room in a mess. I wasn't going to sort them out it wasn't my fault Damon decided to get someone with the cringest  fashion sense to get my clothes.

I started to fill out again too. I wouldn't say I had big muscles yet but I didn't look anorexic anymore. My stomach was flat but you could see the lines of a six pack under all the scars, my arms weren't stick skinny and my legs were starting to build muscle back. I was starting to feel strong in my body again but it wasn't enough. I was going to train non stop until I got my brother back.