Life Straight Up (reposted - feedback wanted)

Chapter Eleven

     My body ached and burned, I tried to open my eyes, but they were too heavy. I tried to inhale a lung full of air but couldn't. I tried to speak but I couldn't. I tried to listen out to any recognisable sounds but all I heard was the ringing in my ears. Each breath I took became more laboured until I felt myself slip into unconsciousness again.

"You stupid bitch. I told you to wait!"

The sound of a man shouting woke me from my slumber. I tried to move, but I was restrained, I opened my eyes, but the bright light blinded me.

"Shit, your shouting woke the bitch up," I heard her shout.

I tried to speak, but I was struck around the head before I had a chance. My already pounding head felt like it was going to explode. The copper taste of blood filled my mouth, making me cough and choke.

"For fuck sake can't you do anything right!" the man said before hitting me so hard that he knocked me out.

The smell of vomit struck my nose making my stomach churn, the grogginess that had become more than familiar consumed me. I laid perfectly still, unsure if I was alone or not. Not picking up any sounds around me, I opened my eyes slowly to find myself laying on a grubby old carpet. The source of the smell soon became clear, I can't remember when, but at some point, I must have been sick. I could taste it now and feel it around my lips, my stomach ached and my heart pounded in my chest as I began to panic. My thoughts were filled with fear for my unborn child. Images flashed in my head from the miscarriage I had suffered months ago, each one making my heart beat spike even more. I couldn't lose this baby I just couldn't. My fears took over me, making me hyperventilate until my world went dark once more.

The sound of mumbled voices filled my ears as my body bobbed up and down. I tried to move but wherever I was, was just too small. My knees where pushed up close to my chest and probably had been for a while. The lack of movement was making them stiff and achy, my back too was suffering from the awkward position I found myself in. Judging by the lack of space and light and the strange sense of movement, which was bouncing my body from time to time, led me to believe I had to be tied up in a car boot. It was the only explanation that made any kind of sense. If that wasn't the case I'd hate to think where I was right now. With another bump, my body went crashing into the top of my tiny prison before sending me crashing back down, straight onto my shoulder. I hissed out in pain and tried to free my hands from the restraints which held them behind my back, but it was no use. Every move I made just made my restraints bite into my skin more. It gave me a weird sense of Deja vu, the night that Jai had trapped me in his bedroom becoming clearer in my mind than I would have liked. The fear and pain I felt as the flames licked at my skin were as fresh as if it had happened only yesterday. The overwhelming fear that I had possibly lost my soul mate, made my heart feel like it was breaking once again. Thoughts raced through my last memories of him, my anger and the hurt I felt towards him, but I would forgive instantly if I could be with him right now. My heart ached and my wolf whimpered, being so far away from him affecting us both. I didn't even know how far we had gotten and for how long I had been gone. Everything was a blur. I had no concept of time and that scared me, the thought of being away from Cole brought a tear to my eye. If he came looking for me would he give up after a while, would he stop looking and move on? Would that stupid cow from the party weasel her way into my bed? Would life go on as normal back at the pack, as though I was never there to start with, or would he keep looking until it killed him? Would whoever had me send out wolves to kill him? My head spun with thoughts as to why this was happening, what were they trying to gain? I knew Carrie hated me, that she blamed me for Jai's madness, but who was the man she was working with? What was his motive? Was it Jude, was he using me to take Cole's title? Was he planning on over throwing Cole? The unanswered questions that swarmed around my head made it ache and made me feel sick to my stomach. Everything became too much as the tears flowed freely from my eyes, once they started there was no stopping them. I sobbed loudly for I don't know how long but I soon felt exhausted and sleep quickly consumed me.

I scrunched up my face as I felt something cold and wet drip on my head. I shivered as the cold liquid ran down my back. I slowly lifted my head and opened my eyes. I now found myself tied down to a metal chair, in a small dungeon like room. Water ran down the walls in several places and the smell of damp and mould filled the air. Looking down at my body I found that I was now dressed in a grubby, baggy red t-shirt. The thought that someone had undressed me made my skin crawl. The thought of anybody's hands on my body other than Cole made me sick. Looking down at my wrist I saw the thick rope that bound me to the chair, already it was making my skin red and sore. Normally I would be able to break out of this easily, not that a lot of people knew the full extent of my strength, but my wolf laid dormant. There was only a few things I could think of that could be the cause of this. Firstly, that perhaps whatever Carrie had injected me with was affecting her or secondly, she was using all her strength to keep the baby safe and alive. I prayed it was the second, despite the slight ache I felt in my abdomen. I refused to think about it, I couldn't lose this baby just as soon as I found out about it, not again. I really don't think I could live through another loss like that, it would be the death of me. That being said I would have to try my hardest to keep my pregnancy from them. I knew if Carrie found out she'd kill it, slowly killing me in the process. The thought that she had me scared and panicked pissed me off. I had tried my hardest never to let her get to me in the past, even though it didn't always work. Now that I had everything I had always dreamed of, I was better than all this, I was stronger and I planned on proving it. I would die before I let her think I was weak. Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I strengthened my resolve.

"Where are you? Show yourself you fucking crazy bitch! Carrie, I know you're around here somewhere, come on show your twisted fucking ugly face! Show yourself!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

It felt good, it felt empowering. I knew if she heard me she'd come down here and more than likely beat me, while she had the upper hand but I didn't care I wouldn't let her break me. No matter what I would stay strong and show her the Luna of Luna's I was. After a few moments, once I finally decided that perhaps my screams went unheard, the old rotten looking door flew open. There in the doorframe stood a rather smug looking Carrie. The black hair had been replaced by her old bleach blonde, the old trashy Carrie was back.

"Well I heard you grew a set," she said, walking slowly towards me. "I heard you called for me and you called me some pretty horrible names," she continued stopping right in front of me, her arms crossed over her barely covered chest.

"You heard right, you crazy bitch!" I replied, spitting in her face.

I knew I should have thought it was a mistake, but I didn't. There was something so satisfying about seeing her eye twitch with annoyance. Knowing I was getting under her fake tanned skin made my hope grow. Perhaps if she gets angry enough she'll break me out of this chair, then I could knock her out and escape.

"Tough words for someone tied up," she laughed, before slapping me around the face.

It stung, but I bit back the pain and turned to face her again.

"What? We both know this is the only way you could touch me. If I wasn't tied up I would mop the floor up with you," I growled at her.

"Is that right, you seriously think that you could beat me? You've always been deluded," she said turning away from me. "You think you're so great, but you didn't even see me coming, you stupid cow!" she said triumphantly.

"I knew there was something not right with you as soon as you turned up at my pack house. You gave yourself away when you tried to attack me in the woods," I replied making her turn to look at me.

Although I was confused by the small smile on her face.

"Raynie-Fay, Raynie-Fay," she said shaking her head as she walked back towards me. "You're stupider than I thought," she continued as I looked at her puzzled.

"And why is that? You obviously were going against your little plan as Jude had to put you in your place," I replied smugly, which only seemed to make her confused.

"Jude was there?" she asked.

"Yes, don't you remember?" I asked feeling more confused.

"Well then, I guess another player has joined our little game," she said smiling evilly.

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