Runaway

twenty two

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twenty two

Ever since Xavier saw my scars things have been different. He looks at me like a china doll, easily shattered and even after being repaired, laiden with cracks, with scars. I can't stand it. I've spent most of my life being treated like an invisible punching bag and pity is the last thing I want.

I guess it's expected. The media like to portray abuse as this glamorised back story that makes people stronger. While there are a handful of people who have the fight in them to rebel and end up making an incredible life for themselves, what the media fails to talk about is the number of abuse victims that fail to maintain a "mundane existence," after being rescued from their abusers. Not because they don't have the strength, or even because they suffered more badly, simply because some things you can't move on from. Because the moment someone finds out about your past they give you this look, this look of absolute pity; that's how Xavier looks at me. He treats me like at any given moment I could shatter, his eyes reflect a sadness for a past that I would more than love to forgive.

I can't stay here anymore. I'm not being abused and yet somehow I'm haunted by a sadness that would suggest I am. But I can't leave either. I've spent all these years in the complete dark about the supernatural parts of our world, I barely know about werewolves and packs let alone the rest of the world. Now I have two mates, how is that even possible? I have so many unanswered questions and this might be my only chance to find out the answers. After all, Xavier is the Alpha of Alpha's if he doesn't know then no one does.

Xavier had already asked me just about everything there is to know. He asked about my old pack and the way they treated me, then he asked why I had run away and how I managed to escape. He asked about my werewolf well, lack of, he asked so many questions my head had started spinning. Yet I did my best to answer every single one; now it's his turn.

I move from my bedroom, gliding through the halls of the house that entrap me. Turning my head to look through each open door in the hopes of finding Xavier. Without any warning sparks shoot through my body as I feel myself engulfed by a familiar scent.

"What are you looking for?" Xavier murmurs into my hair. I shiver from his husky voice, a month ago I would've pulled away shaking and yet here I stand enjoying his touch. The delicate way Xavier handles me, never anything more than gentle touches but enough to have my whole body buzzing.

"You actually," I say matter-of-factly turning to face the boy who turns my stomach upside-down.

Xavier raises eyebrows curiosity painted on his face, "well then Belle, what can I do for you?" Another shiver, damn this boy, if I stay much longer it might be too hard to leave.

Dodging his eyes, an all-too-familiar feeling washes over me; fear. "I w-was won-d-d-ering i-." Before I have a chance to finish my sentence Xavier's fingers brush over my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. Just like that I can't look away, the dark green is so mesmerizing.

"You don't have to be afraid of me." Xavier whispers, hurt flashing through his eyes.

I gulp, it's now or never, I need answers before I can make my next move. "I've been here for a w-while now," I start, only one stutter so far. "A-and I've been very compliant considering I know nothing of what is going on." I blink losing our eye contact, "I was wondering if you would be okay answering some questions that I have?"

My heart stops, what if he gets angry? Decides to hit me, after all there's no one else here to stop him; or worse what if he r-. Xavier's words cut through my thoughts, "what kind of questions?"