That's Not My Mate

Chapter Thirty Two

In the end, I shouldn't have told Zayla my plan. I don't know why I did. Maybe I just wanted to help someone but I guess that isn't gonna happen.

I was sleeping when Bosko marched into the room and dragged me out of my bed onto the floor. I ended up smacking my head on the concrete.

At first I didn't know what was going on but when I saw Zayla at the door way almost smiling I knew what she did.

I sat up and I rubbed my head where it made contact with the ground.

"I took you in son and I kept the Fitago's from finding you but this is how you repay me! Trying to leave me!" He says hitting me a bit, "YOU WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"

I smile, "I am. I've even killed a guy, you wanna know why? Because he took the only thing in this world that I cared about. Kill me, I don't care anymore. The only thing I feel anymore is despair. KILL ME DO IT!"

He shakes his head and he grabs my arm roughly, "Don't worry boy I'm gonna do worse then killing you. 

I try fighting back but I haven't eaten in so long that I feel week. What ever is in the anklet isn't helping.

I kick him in the balls hard but he doesn't even seem fazed. He goes to grab my arm again but I bite it to the point that he begins bleeding.

Zayla stands back, obviously terrified. She should be but I'm already thinking of ways that I could hurt her.

Finally Bosko secures his grip on me but pulling my arm behind me back and twisting it. I hurts even more because of my rib. I slam my head back and it slams into his nose and chin.

He fights back this time by slamming his knee into my lower area. I try dropping to the ground but he still has his meaty fingers wrapped around my arms.

I pass out from pain to only be awaken by more pain. When I open my eyes I'm on a bed and Bosko is towering over me. As pass out once more when I see his undoing his pants.