Keeping (On Hold)

Chapter 2

“Tyler...” I whispered in disbelief.

“Shut up, Iris!” he shouted and I winced at his aggressiveness.

“W-Why?”

“Because I want you to! You are the enemy and I need to acknowledge that!”

“I'm a hostage!”

“Yes you are, now shut the hell up!”

“Tyler, let me go, please!” I begged and he shook his head no. I began to let the tears fall from my eyes. I saw Tyler scowl and storm out of the room, leaving me to drown in my own tear.

My mate? How could my mate do that! Oh wait, I rejected him. That doesn't mean he is my mate anymore...doesn't it? I groan as all these questions swarm through my head like bees in a beehive.

When I finally gain my marbles back, I realize what is actually going on. My pack. What about my pack! Did my pack win? Did they lose? Is everyone dead!? Panic erupts inside me but is quickly subsided by the clang of a plate being thrown across the ground. I look over to where the noise was coming from and my eyes land on a small metal dog bowl with food inside of it. I look up to see who threw it but the person is gone. Putting my attention back on whatever the food is I realize that I am completely hungry. I go for the bowl and look closely at the food. It is bread! I love bread! Excited, I take the bread from the bowl and eat it in a flash.

“Hello?” I shout. “I could use some water!” I say and the door is opened again and someone puts a pint of water on the ground.

“Oh goody!” I say as I grab the cup and drink it. I mentally slap myself. 'Stop it! You are acting like a child!' I tell myself and my face goes back to looking cold and harsh.

The rest of the day was boring. I did nothing but sit around and not even see a peak of sunlight. I felt isolated and trapped. I was considering that I was going to die, but talked myself out of it by telling myself that they would have raped me and then killed me by now if that was what they had planned to do. Taking in deep breaths I lay on my bed and fall into a dreamless sleep.

I wake up to the sound of Tyler's voice.

“Get up!” he tells me and I get up, no question. He scares me when he is like this.

“What, Tyler?” I ask and he glares at me deadly.

“I ask the questions!” he shouts again and I groan. Geez I just woke up, you would think even a murderer would take that into consideration.

“OK,” I say and he seems a little satisfied with that answer.

“Ahem!” Tyler cleared his throat and looked at me deadly. “My guards said that during the war they heard you were looking for me and Chloe, is that correct?” he asks as he paces in front of me.

“Yes.”

“And you had given my mate, Chloe a brutal death?”

“Yes.”

“And you were about to do the same to me?”

I gulped, “y-yes.”

“Why!” his face burning with anger.

“B-Because of revenge,” I blurt out. Next thing I knew a hand has made contact with my face and I have falling to the cold ground.

“What did this pack ever do to you!?”

“You bullied me. Non-stop pain was what I was feeling. The day I left, I had crouched down, pain erupting in my chest. You all laughed at me. Every single one of you. And when I got to my room, Chloe came and told Ethan to slap me and punch me. I had a black eye for what seemed like forever!” I cried. Tyler's face softened a little, but that emotion was quickly gone and I was kicked repetitively. I cried harder as his foot came into contact with my face and ribs. I know he broke my ribs, and my face was bloody and hot.

“S-stop!” I choked out, my breathing shortening. He scowled at me and stormed out of the room. I closed my eyes and went unconscious.

Tyler's POV

She killed my mate! Iris killed my beautiful mate, Chloe! Oh she was perfect! I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, yet I know I should love her.

I sigh and look over at Bryce.

“Why does your foot have blood on it...” Bryce said. I didn't want to answer because I knew he would run in there to see if that bitch was okay, or better yet alive. Bryce seemed to have caught on to what I did after about five minutes and his face hardened with hate.

“Why would you do that to her! She is your mate and our former pack member! Why!” Bryce shouts, drawing a crowd near.

“Keep your voice down, Bryce,” I said sternly, using my Alpha command voice. Bryce to my surprise didn't want to listen.

“Give me the key, Tyler!” he shouts and I hand him the key. He runs over to the room Iris is in and unlocks it, peering into the dark cell. He gasps and runs into the cell and cracks the door. I roll my eyes at the way he is acting toward Iris.

“Hes ridiculous!” I mutter angrily and make my way over to the door. I stop by the door when I hear voices.

Iris POV

I wake up someone shaking me gently. I look up to see Bryce and I scowl at him. What is he doing here? I hate him almost as much as I hate Tyler! I let out a low growl but it cracks.

“Are you OK?” Bryce asks.

“Does it look like I am OK? I have just been beaten by the person you call a friend!” I attempt to yell but the pain is to much.

“Look, I'm-” Bryce isn't able to finish when the door slams and you can almost hear the little click of the door being locked. He jumps up, panic creeps onto his face.

“Hello! I'm in here!” he yells at the top of his lungs as he pounds on the steel door. I sit quietly.

Bryce begins to have what looks like a panic attack.

“Bryce, calm down, everything will be OK. If they don't know your in here now they will when they come to give me my food,” I say, trying to calm him down. Everything I said was the truth, or at least I hoped it was.

Tylers POV

I close the door and lock the lock before I can even blink. Was Bryce about to say he was...he was...sorry? Surely not, I mean come on, she is a bitch. She left this pack to be a rogue and was unfortunately not killed when that other pack found her. Starting a war with that pack was just pure luck that she was in it. I walk away from the door, trying to forget all the troubles that have seemed to find its way into my mind.

Iris's POV

“Bryce, it has been over an hour!” I shout at him as he continues to bang on the door.

“The key!” he says and he takes out a gray key and looks for a spot to put the key in. He sadly finds out that there is no lock on this side and he seeps down to the floor.

“Bryce, I am--” I begin to say but Bryce begins to cry and I know to shut up before he beats me up, too.