His Abused Mate (Rewritten)

Chapter 2

What if I didn't live to give him the satisfaction.

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I pushed myself up and out of the bed and made my way to the small bathroom I had connected to my cell.

It was a full bathroom, a old mirror with the dirty sink under it, a toilet, and a walk in shower that had seen better days, but the pluming didn't work half the time.

I opened the mirror door as it made a creak like always and searched through the little medical supplies I had. I was looking for anything I might be able to overdose on.

I ended up with a bottle of 'extra strong sleeping pills'. I used to use these when I couldn't sleep at night. I eventually gave up on getting a good night's sleep cause all I'd have were nightmares anyway.

I grabbed the vase of water that stayed in my room for the rare occasion I did eat. Along with the bruises, scars, bumps, and cuts that made me look disgusting you could also see my ribs.
(To any reader who can also see their own ribs: you are beautiful and I don't mean to be rude or offensive in anyway this is simply how she views her own body.)

I looked at the filthy mirror and saw my reflection, tear stained cheeks, a black eye from last week that was still fading away, my thin, straight, brown hair that was slightly tangled, and my lifeless gray eyes that I swore used to be a shade of blue. The one thing I couldn't see that was always on my face was fear.

I was about to die. Death, the thing I thought I was most scared of is coming up. Yet in my reflection I saw no emotion, I couldn't feel the fear in my chest like I normally could. Instead I felt... warm?

The smell of vanilla and cinnamon was coming from upstairs, they must've lit candles so it would smell nice for the visiting Alpha.

I heard voices coming from the main floor. I could hear an unfamiliar voice complement about the houses smell, then my legs went a little weak.

I need to focus.

Before we do this, I'm sorry.

Sorry? For what?

I'm not really sure, not being strong enough maybe? I'm a joke.

That's not true, it's kinda my fault you got so weak. If I would've transformed more as a kid you would've been stronger.

It didn't matter now who's fault any of this was because all of our suffering was about to end.

I took the cap off of the pills and took a deep breath in to prepare myself.

Thanks for keeping me company

Right before I was going to throw my head back and end myself my brother called for me,"Selena get your ass up here!"

I sighed, this could wait, I wouldn't be dead before he came looking for me if I didn't go now.

I set the pills and vase on the sink and prepared myself to go upstairs. I quickly wiped my cheeks of tears and headed to the basement door.

When I opened the door the smell of vanilla and cinnamon had grown much stronger. What kind of candles are they using?

I rounded the left corner to go up the stairs and as I was walking up the candles got stronger, they must be on the second floor somewhere.

My brother's room was right next to my dad's office, where the candles seemed to be coming from. I knocked softly on the door and waited for a response. Dumpling could be heard from the other side, then footsteps, then the door flew open.

"Yes future alpha?" I didn't look him in the eyes because the last time I had I was pushed into a fireplace, while it was lit.

"Why the hell isn't my room clean?" I didn't dare look at his face but I already knew that if I did it wouldn't be a pleasant one.

"When I came to clean you were.. um.. busy? I was going to come clean it later when you weren't but I ran out of time and had to leave before our visitor got here.. " I swore my words were going faster than my heart.

At first he only sighed, but then he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, I tensed up before he even started yelling.

"MAYBE, IF YOU WEREN'T SUCH A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT, YOU'D ACTUALLY GET EVERYTHING DONE! BUT NO, AFTER HAVING ALL DAMN DAY, MY ROOM ISN'T CLEAN!" I could hear a concerned voice on the other side of the wall, followed by my dad's.

Although I could hardly hear I could tell there was tension in the office.

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" With that remark I was on the ground and in the hallway, my back almost the the railing of the stairs.

"Get the hell up. If you can't hear me when I'm right in your face there's no way you can hear me down there." I got up quickly only to be shoved back down again, "actually you can stay down there." He went for the stairs, through he didn't leave before getting one kick to my side in.

Once he was out of sight I struggled to push myself up with my arms that were basically sticks. I went back to the first floor holding my side the whole way down.

When I got the the bottom of the stairs I heard the office door open. The candle scent was also unbearably strong. I needed to hurry before they could see me. I tried to rush for the basement door but I felt a stabbing pain in my side. I fell to the ground and accidentally let out a small cry.

I've taken kicks to the side many times but this one felt different. This one hurt like a bitch.

"Are you ok down there?" I heard footsteps rushing down the stairs. Alpha is going to kill me if his visitor sees me.

I tried to get up but as soon as I did I felt like I was being stabbed again. I cried out more and tears were starting to form in my eyes. I need to get up.

Before I could even try again Alpha's visitor was right in front of me offering his hand to help me up. I hesitated and tried to get up on my own anyway. Another stabbing pain went through my body and I yelped again.

The visitor then decided to just pick me up himself. I'm only 97 pounds so it didn't suprise me it took him no effort. My heart was beating much faster than before and I finally found the courage to look him in the eyes.

"Hello mate."

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Chapter 2! Did you guys like it? I'm glad to be rewriting this it brings back old times of my first version of it.

Anyway have a lovely day!

~Smile Loves~

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Still glad to be rewriting this for a second time!