Beating Heart II: Anti-Pack (Delena Fantasy/Fanfiction)

Chapter 13: Torture

Selena's POV:

She didn't move a bit. It was almost frightening to see. I shook her shoulder slightly harder. "Demi?" I repeated. She was totally knocked out. Unconscious. As if she were in a coma. Her soft breathing was the only sign of life I could receive from her. I carefully opened her blankets to check on her. She still had her clothes on, even her shoes. I got up and untied her shoes, carefully pulling them off. "What the hell did you do?" I asked, not expecting an answer. I still looked at her sleeping face. She looked like she could sleep forever. I tucked her in a bit, making sure she laid comfortably. I finished it off by placing a glass of water and some painkillers on her nightstand. She would be needing those tomorrow morning. I quietly put on my pajamas and laid down next to her. I barely closed an eye. I was scared that she was going to wake up and hate me for taking care of her. I imagined the woman chucking down the vodka, trying to drink away her emotions. It was nothing like her. She would never do such a thing. And would she be drinking with Mata and the Twins? I highly doubt it. My thoughts eventually made me doze off to sleep.

"Fuck." Her raspy voice woke me up the next morning. The hungover woman turned around, rubbing her head. I lifted my head to observe her. She leaned on her elbow, sipping her glass of water with her back facing me. I saw nothing but her tanned muscled back in front of my face. Her hair was messy and curly. She let it grow again after two years of having it black and short. I liked her brown long curls. I just wanted everything to be fine. I wanted to shamelessly love her beautiful back and kiss it to wish her a good morning. I would wipe those beautiful curls away and kiss her neck, as she turned to me so I could kiss her adorable cheek. So I could smell that familiar almond scent. And if she felt the way she did right now but wasn't mad at me, I would help her get over her hungover state. I would dip her forehead with a washcloth and make sure she was warm. But she was mad at me. She certainly has been mad at me before, but this was different. We were at the edge of our relationship and it killed me. I laid there stuck. Stuck in position and stuck in my thoughts. Stuck in her anger. I barely dared to do anything. "Demi?" "Get lost." Her voice was raspy and weak. She was a lion who just lost a fight. "Go to your happy pack." She laid back down, never looking at me. I felt a pain in my chest. She usually just ignored me and answered my questions shortly when mad. But this time she actually insulted me or at least tried to. Perhaps it was her hangover, perhaps she was angrier than ever. "I want to know what happened..." My voice almost trembled with the tension. "Good for you." "Did you drink?" "I sure did." She smirked as if she hated herself for it. "Why?" I asked. She didn't reply. "Demi?" I tried again, but she obviously ignored me. It was the worst thing she could do to me. I hesitated, holding my hand up, but then placed it on her upper arm. She quickly snatched it off. I didn't expect her rapid movement and almost sunk into the bed. "Fuck off, Selena!" "But.." She got up, walking to the bathroom slowly. She left me alone in my bed. I quickly got up, making sure she was okay. She had her hands wrapped around the toilet seat, waiting to throw up. She was so strong. She was clearly sick, yet she took care of herself easily. She sniffed, looking up at the ceiling, still waiting for anything to come up. She was clearly really nauseous. "Uyu!" Bini called all Penariks from downstairs. I looked at the stairs and back at Demi. Demi quickly made a ponytail and straightened her shirt. She walked downstairs, passing me by like I didn't exist.

Bini led us outside without saying a single word. The group had gathered outside, forming a circle. as we completed it when we stepped through the back door. Ketua stood in the middle of the circle, pacing a bit around a big pole. "Thank you for joining us. Are you feeling better, Demi?" He looked at her to make sure she was okay. Demi looked around the circle for a moment and replied in a monotone voice. "I'm fine." "Good. I'm glad you're okay." I seriously didn't understand what was going on. It went too fast to ask. Bini carefully placed her baby boy in my hands, as she grabbed a box and walked up to Ketua. "Mata." Ketua looked at Mata. She looked off, more serious than she normally was. There was no smile on her face, but she didn't show a twitch of fear. She stepped out of the circle and walked towards the pole. It felt like we were about to do some sort of ritual. But I knew exactly what was going to happen. She faced her back to the pole and wrapped her arms around them, knowing exactly what to do. She must have been punished many times before. Ketua observed her, opening the box Bini held in her arms. A few strange devices were in it. I almost stood on my toes to see what was in there. I imagined myself standing there. It was possible. I could stand in her place if I were to do something punishable. Ketua took handcuffs out of the box and bound her arms together behind the pole.