Chapter Six

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Recap...

     "we think you're our mate...."

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        What da fuck!
   
    "hh@!*##?*=:&©????" was all I could say. Who am I kidding, I couldn't even say that right. This can't be happening man! Why me?

      "Um should we be worried?" Harry asked.

       I finally found the right words to say so I spoke up. "No. I'm not. I am not your mate so you all can stop with all these shenanigans, I'm leaving bye" I said slowly so that they would understand then proceeded to leave but I had to find the door first. I started walking away from them when I bumped into something. Hard. This left me falling on my butt.

       Oof!  "Ow!" I exclaimed. Someone helped me up and I started rubbing my butt "That hurt" I pouted. Zed was the solid stone I bumped into and it seems he was enjoying my agony. Asshole....

       "Please let me go. I left my best friend at the party, and I'm sure she's gonna be pissed as hell. I still have work tomorrow, and the next day and the next" I begged.

       "I'm sorry but we-we can't, we are very sure that you're our mate, we know you're our mate" Liam said giving me an apologetic look.

       "How are you even sure about that? You just kidnapped me and tell me crap. What's the proof that I'm your mate? cause I'm sure as hell that I am not" I said starting to get angry. Who the hell are they to kidnap me? I'll show them...

        "Our mate is meant to have a small unnoticeable birth mark on her chest area, in between her breast." "You have that...." Harry trailed.

         How did they know about my birth mark? Wait....

         "How did you know about my birth mark? It's private and I'm pretty sure I covered it up well" I repeated out loud.

         "We- err...em....we checked" Niall stuttered.

          "You what!?" I shrieked then protectively put my hands over my chest. "Are you all mentally deranged?" I shouted. Who-who do they think they are?

          "What's the big deal? It's not like you even have any boobs" Zachary guy said. I didn't know what happened next, all I knew was that I saw red.

         Smack!  I was in front of Zebedee and his face was turned because of the impact my palm made with his cheek. He turned to face me and a very red imprint of my fingers were left on his face.
I have no idea why I did that, but in my defence he  had no right to speak to a girl like that because of her insecurities. Yes, my boobs were kind of small but still big enough, I'd say they're normal.

          I was suddenly pressed to the wall by a very angry looking Zoe. He growled at me before showing his lengthy fangs which looked like it could do a lot of damage. My thoughts were interrupted when he moved my head to the side then I felt something piercing the skin of my neck, I screamed in pain begging for him to stop. I was struggling out of the iron grip he had on me, his nails digging into my flesh.

        Someone forcefully pulled him off of me, my flesh tearing  open in the process. I screamed again because of the pain and fell to the ground, my hands immediately ran up to my neck to cover it, blood dripping every where.

        "Are you okay?" Liam asked with concern laced in his voice.

         "St-stay away from me. You are all monsters!" I shouted while backing away from him on the floor. I stood up and ran away from them trying to find a place to hide. I ran up the stairs almost tripping in the process and went into a random room, shut the door immediately and locked it. My neck was still hurting, so I started looking for a light switch. Found it....
The room was very wide and spacious with a very big neatly made bed filling it. It was basically black and white, with some clothes scattered across the floor. I sighed and rubbed my palms on my face forgetting there was still blood on them. My blood.
     
         I darted further into the room to look for a bathroom or something. I opened a door and saw a bathroom, I switched on the light and stood in front of the mirror. I gasped in horror as I saw my reflection.

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