I Won't Give In (Completed)

Chapter 9 - Ain't Gonna Be Me

Broken. 

That is the one word that should describe what I am. 

I mean, why wouldn't it? How couldn't it? 

I am sitting with my knees to my chest against a cold, concrete wall in the corner of my cell that my mate threw me in. A cell that witnessed something that no female should ever experience. An experience that was so brutal and so damaging. There is nothing that I could be nothing but broken. 

Yet, here I sit with an entirely different emotion coursing through my veins. An emotion that radiated off of my body and hit anyone who came near me in waves. An emotion that sent fear into the she-wolf that brought me food and water today with a single look. An emotion that I have never experienced before in my life. 

That emotion was an inconsolable rage. 

All that hurt and sadness I felt was gone. It was replaced with an anger that burned so strongly that my insides ached, waiting for its release. This anger was so powerful, that even my wolf whimpered in my head at my thoughts. I kept replaying the memories of what has happened since he found me. Every time those images replayed, I just got madder and madder. 

The mark, the abuse, the forced mating, the mental attacks, the event and those men...

Oh my Goddess, those men. 

What they did to me shouldn't be put into words - I won't put them into words. My body and the marks upon it are enough to tell the story of what happened to me last night. My blood and tear stains are enough of a reminder to all who come here of what they did to me. My eyes are enough to show all those who look into them what I felt last night. 

I am pissed. 

Who does this? Let's forget the fact that he is my mate entirely because clearly, that means absolutely nothing to him. Who does this to another being? We don't treat pets this way, so why would we treat other people this way? I don't get it. I don't think I ever will. 

I hate him. I fucken hate him. But the thing I hate most is how my body reacts to him, despite everything my brain tells it. I despise those fucken sparks. I detest the way my heart skips a beat whenever he looks at me. I hate it all and I just want it to end!

That's the thing though. It won't ever end. The only way this could all end is if one of us dies. 

And that sure as hell ain't gonna be me. 

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Author's Note:

Short chapter, but a very important one. I just wanted to give you a short and clear idea of what is going through Skylar's head. I really hope you are enjoying the chapter so far. 

Please comment and let me know what you think so far. :)