The Broken Girl And A Wolfe

Chapter Three

I had the most vivid dream as I slept. I had gone to this first day of school and ran into the sexy as all hell guy. I was never scared of touch in my dreams. Nightmares sure, but those I didn't have a choice. Dreams I could make my own. So when the guy asked my name, I told him. When he took my hand, I let him. And when he kissed me...Yeah I let him do that too. And boy was it one hell of an amazing dream kiss. How one kiss could practically undo me, I really didn't know.

I heard a grunt as I pulled back to catch my breath. And then another as my dream faded away. Fucking reality, I thought as I tried to open my eyes. The lights were brighter than normal and I swung my arm over my head causing pain to rip through me.

"Damn these beds will be the death of me." I said out loud.

"Might be more of causing a car accident that will kill you, but sure we'll go with the beds."

I stayed silent as I tried to remember which orphan had a voice like that, and what were they talking about a car accident. Then it all came back to me as I dropped my hand and turned my head toward the asshole. Who sadly looked like he was untouched by the accident.

"Too bad I didn't kill you in that accident." I grunted out. Relishing in the flare of anger that flashed in his eyes. I had no energy to fight him, so the best I had was to be a bitch. And that I excelled at.

"Where am I?" I asked, looking around.

I was in a room with a single bed. There looked to be a door that lead to a bathroom but I couldn't see what was inside from where the bed was. A TV was hung to the wall in front of the bed and a single bedside table sat on my right closest to the door. The windows were those bay windows that you could sit on.

My kidnapper sat in a chair to my left and besides him was the machine holding the IV's that were in my arm and slowly beeping with every pump of my heart. I would have said I was in a hospital, but if I was then it was a small one because I couldn't hear doctors or patients outside my room.

"Serafina?"

Every muscle and nerve stood still at that one word. How could someone know my name? I stared at the girl. She looked like a nurse since she was wearing scrubs. They had little colorful cupcakes on them. She was thin, with a heart shaped face, light blue eyes and brunette hair. And then I knew who she was.

And a kid with my kind of luck, I was always in the hospital. Broken bones, cigarette burns, bruises, cuts. Those were the normal for me. Even though my step mother would convince then it was from me being clumsy.

This girl was always the one to work on me. And I hated everything about her. She always believed my step mother and would tell me I needed to pay attention more. She pretended to care but never once called the cops, even though they wouldn't have helped much anyways.

"Serafina? It is you! Oh my God, I thought you were dead." She came toward me as if she wanted to embrace me but I flinched back.

"Well I'm not, no thanks to you! You knew how bad she was, but you did nothing to stop her!" I didn't want to acknowledge her but my anger was hard to control.

The look of shock was plastered on her face, but I really didn't care.

"I did all I could Fina, I swear. I had called cps more times than I can remember. I tried to talk to her and tell her it wasn't right. And after the accident, I went looking for you everywhere, but you had just disappeared!"

"You're a liar! You adults are all the same, none of you care. It's just a stupid act!"

At this point I didn't even care how badly I was hurt. I wasn't staying in this room with her. I ripped out the IV's stuck in my arm and started to lift myself from the bed. Pain rocketed through me, but I kept pushing forward.