Kidnapped By My Werewolf Mate? (SLOW EDITING)

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HEY, you! yeah, you! I need opinions! I said something about this idea before but I'm a ask a again. Who would read a story about Rebecca's life before all this? ( I probably wouldn't start of untill later, after this story is finished.

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DUSTIN PROV.  (I'm just in the moodXD)

She sure does fall a sleep quickly, I thought as I looked at her small body, she was curled up into a ball with her head on my chest and her arm around my waist. I unfortunately couldn't feel anything at the moment because Spencer is still in control.

Okay, She likes you, now let me back out. I yelled, I couldn't help want to lay with her.

You can take control when I fall asleep.  He offered.

Haha, you barley sleep! You damn wolves, how do you do it? The whole I can go weeks without sleep and still kick your as$?

I don't know, we're stronger that's the reason we're the ones to protect our mates if something goes wrong. Oh, I also what more times alone with her, a couple times a week at least.

Why? I thought you felt the connection with her and that's why wolves allow us to keep control?

Correction, I feel a connection only when I'm with her. She doesn't have a wolf so it doesn't work that way anymore. Just give me a couple more minutes alone.

A couple minutes turned into hours and by the time I got control I didn't a change to get any time to sleep. I reluctantly removed my hand from underneath Rebecca and slowly set up, careful not to wake her. I walk to the bedroom door and open it, trying not to make any sound and walked downstairs. I went to the kitchen to gather some toast. I decided it would to be a good time to show her what I do and maybe help her to be a little more comfortable with me. I walked back upstairs with the plate in my hand, opened my door and went over to my bed only to see it empty and a slight slobbing sound coming to from the bathroom.  I quickly sat down the plates and ran in to see Rebecca on the floor, hair wet and hugging her knees.

REBECCA'S PROV.

I went to snuggle into Spencer's warm body next to me, only to come up empty. I sat up, I couldn't help but feel disappointed. I moved the hair from my face and looked around the empty room. When I saw no one I removed the blankets from my body and walked into the bathroom, he really needs to get a door and clean up that stain I thought as I looked down at the dried blood. I looked into the mirror and my hair was crazy, probably from not brushing it for a couple days. I picked up comb off of the sink and went to work. After getting it completely combed though and ripping hair out, I could finally run my fingers though it but that doesn't mean it look any better. It was frizzy and in waves that looked like a two year old played hair dresser on me. Why didn't anyone tell me that. my hair was this bad? Surely I walked past twenty different... people that looked at me and they didn't say anything.  I peak my head out of the bathroom to make sure nobody was there and then climbed in the shower  pulling the curtain shut behind me. I turned on the cold warter and let it beat on my back, to help relax me. I walked out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me. Then walked in front of the bathroom mirror. I looked at my face and and ran my finger down the longest scare, it started at side of my face and went to my neck. One of the better times while I was with him earned me this.

Flash back. ((bare with me XD hopefully this turns out good.)

"How many times do I have to tell you it's Samuel?" Jackson yelled as he grabbed me by the throat and pinned me against the wall, Choking me and slowly cutting off my oxygen, making to near impossible to breath but he knew who to make it feel like I was dying without actually causing any permanent damage. My hands useless against his strong grip, making me feel powerless, I'm always powerless.

"How many times do I have to tell you?" He asked hand his tighten against throat, choking me more and pushing my head against the wall. He brought the knife out of his pocket,  griping it in his hand as he smiled at me. His smile is evil, wicked, one of the most frightening things I've ever seen in my life because as soon as he gets that crazed look in his eyes it's very, very likely to come out unharmed. He slowly brought the knife to my face, enjoying every moment of my fear, it seemed to excite him, making him toy with me even more. As he brought the knife up couldn't help but give him what he wants, me to be scared, helpless just like I always am around him. There's no getting out, he's always going to be there let me know that even if I escape the fear of him is still going to be there.

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I'm sorry if somethings don't line up in the story. I forget what I write or I change my mind on certain things. I might do a 're write layer because of how many things need fix, I'm not the type of person who can just write an amazing story I have to go back and add, bluh.

Dedication to SoulSounds for the suggestion of using the flash back, I been wanting to do one but I didn't know if it was a good idea. So thanks for telling me what you would like to see! And I enjoy giving dedications!

Anyway, thanks for all the comments! :D