Can I Really Be Your Mate?

Chapter 25

Darkness was everywhere when I came to my sense. I woke up on a soft mattress rather than a cold hard floor. Rather than a dungeon, I was in a spacious room. It was so dark, I couldn't recognise any exit way. I vaguely saw the furniture. As I look around, there was no one beside me in the room. I looked for a light switch, there was a lamp on the nightstand. I pulled the cover over and sat on the bedside. As I swag my legs off the bed, chain noise came along.

What the Hell!

I quickly switched the lamp on and looked at my leg. I was chained. They chained me, those bastards. I looked around, there was two doors and one large window. I walked to the nearest door, I was able to reach it. Behind the door was a bathroom, I was able to move around inside the bathroom. I moved out and looked at the second door. That will be obviously the exit door. I briskly walked to it, reaching my hand towards the doorknob. Only 5 steps away from the door, I fell face straight on the floor.

This chain prevents from approaching the door. I lunged myself again toward the door. But in vain. I stood up and went towards the window, still the same I can't reach it.

Hours went by, I tried to find something to use to break this chain. I searched all drawers, the bathroom, and every possible corner but couldn't find anything. The night came and disappeared. It has been a day since I was brought here. I haven't closed my eyes the whole night. I watched as the sun rose, hoping that Ben will come soon.

Just then, I heard keys shuffling in the doorknob. I stood on my defense, ready to fight. Being the pathetic loser I am with no training and fighting strategy, I grabbed the nearest object to me which was the bedside lamp, and waited for the person. The door opened slowly with a creek, I tighten my grip. Instead of a built and vigorous man, a small head peeks from behind the half-opened door. I could see nervousness and fear in their eyes.

I gradually lowered the lamp as the petite body rushed in and tried to close the door quietly as possible as he looked whether somebody followed or saw him. As the door closed behind him, he leaned against the door eyes shut panting. He calmly stabilized his breathing before opening his eyes stared at me. After a few seconds, he took a step forward towards me. As I growled at him, he flinched and stopped instantly. He gripped the bag he brought with him up till his chin and looked at me, as if waiting for my permission to step forward.

I placed the lamp back on the nightstand and sat on the bed. He is too inoffensive to even try to do something.

"Come," I called him

My calm gestures made him advance cautiously. He must be around eight to ten years old. Though he looked too thin and malnourished. Black and purple bruises could be seen on his forehead and arms. Seeing his state, he might be all black and blue even below his clothes. How can they torture such a small kid? Well, who we are joking with. William is a monster.

He stopped two steps away from me and gazed at my face before slightly smiling. I could not resist not smile back.

"Hello, what's your name?" I asked with a small smile.

"Alex."

"Well, Hi Alex, I'm Sarah." I said gently, "What are you doing here?"

He abruptly shoved the bag he was holding right in front of my face, I instantly crawled back on the bed.

"What the Hell?" I firstly demanded, "Do you want to kill me with a BAG?" I asked amused

Shocked, he shook his head. "Then?" I smirked. He opened his mouth to say something but close it. He made several attempts to say something however he was panicking and making all weird gestures, trying to communicate. I giggled, move closer, and grabbed him by his shoulders mildly. He is so cute. "Calm down buddy." I said smiling, "Breathe in. Breathe out." I instruct him.

He relaxed and I made him sit next to me, "So, what's in the bag?"

"Food," he said with low pitched.

"Food!" I said excitedly. Well, I have spent a day starving. My tummy's rumbling.

He nodded and placed the bag on the bed then opened it. There was a bottle of juice and two ham sandwiches enveloped in the foiled paper. It looked and smelled so good. I grabbed onto it and practically shove it in my mouth. I glanced at Alex over my sandwich. He was beaming at me. I slightly pushed the second sandwich on the foil towards him and then took the bottle to open it. He looked at the food then at me, then at the food, and again before shaking his head refusing. Alex is extremely slim for his age.

"I insist, you eat this. Otherwise!" I said before growling

He instantly lifted it and rapidly ate in a small bite. "Okay, I was joking you don't have to eat so quickly. You are going to choke on yourself." Just I said that he started choking. I moved to rub his back and gave him the opened bottle of juice. He gulped half of the bottle in one breath.

"Even if it is just one sandwich, you ate that as if you didn't eat in a week rather than scared from my threat." I joked, he blushed before looking down in shame. I was shocked, they starve him. How savage can they be? However the important thing right now is, how and why is he here in William's house.

"Alex..." I started, grabbing his attention, as he looked at me, I continued, "How come you are in this place. It's no place for a child. Did William kidnaped you too?"

He kept silence

"Alex...?"

"I... I live here with them, sin-since many years." He stuttered

"And where is your mother? Did they keep you captive?" I questioned him again.

"Mama died three years ago," he said sadly tears swelling in his eyes, "since I have been very young, Daddy took us with him every time he moved." He said looking at his hands on his lap.

"Sorry about your mom, I did not mean to awake sorrowful memories," I said moving closer to him and pulling him onto my lap. He is so light that picking him up was like nothing. "William hits you, have tried to escape with your father."

"Daddy will not let me fl-fled." He said clenching his pants in his fist.

"Why?"

He looked at me with such agony, as if he was disgusted with himself, "Because my da-daddy is William." He declared

I stared blankly at him, have I heard right?

"William is your FATHER." He nodded silently. I am so shocked that I don't know what to say next