Broken

Pray

I opened my eyes to the blinding light that struck me instantly, making black spots circle dizzily in my eyes, contrasting the white of the room. I was lying on something smooth and scratchy. Also white. While comprehending returned to my scattered mind, I realized I was in a hospital room, and detecting the lack of actual machines that hospital rooms usually have, I was in the pack house, where those machines would be practically useless.

I looked to my right where a crop of dark brown hair was resting in a chair. On further inspection, I realized that this was Eric.

No, that’s not right. It was supposed to be Darian, it was supposed to my mate, my love.

“You took him away for me,” I whispered. He jerked awake, giving me a wide-eyed look. “What?” he asked clearly confused.

“You took him away from me!” I yelled, my voice louder, stronger.

“You are mine! He had no right to have you!”

“You didn’t want me! And I don’t want you! Why can’t you just let me live my life!” I asked. I wanted answers, but more importantly, I wanted his head. I wanted to crush his pathetic bones underneath my paws, to feel the blood pour down my jaws as I ripped into him like he did Darian. He stayed silent, giving me a hard glare like I was the one in the wrong.

That was my breaking point.

I lunged off the bed and straight into him, knocking the chair back and pushing him to the floor. “Why would you do this?!” I screamed at him with tears of sorrow and anger rolling down my face. I punched him in the jaw, hearing a crack as his bone fractured beneath my fist. Good, I wanted him to feel pain.

I punched him again, this time in the stomach. He wheezed out a breath and threw me off him so hard that I flew into the hospital bed. Pain shot up in my back in places I didn’t know could hurt. He stood there glaring with an infuriated look on his face.

“Because you are mine! Nobody is allowed to mark you besides ME! If you weren’t such a slut I would have accepted you, but no. I waited all my life for my mate and it turns out to be YOU! You are not allowed to be happy, and I wish that I could have killed him even more slowly, just so I can watch your pain you stupid bitch.”

I sat there stunned, not believing what he just told me. I really didn’t care about what he called me or anything, but really, was all this my fault? No, the rape wasn’t mine, I have learned to live with that long ago, but did he really just kill Darian to see me in pain? Did he really hate me that much?

I regret nothing of what me and Darian did, it was beautiful and amazing, but he would have been still alive if it wasn’t for me. If it wasn’t for the boy in front of me.

I indirectly killed him.

I shook with that knowledge, with that burden. I loved him, and only wanted to give him happiness and joy, but instead I was the cause for his heart to seize it’s precious beat.

I looked at Eric with the most hateful expressing I could muster.

“You selfish, stupid boy. I would never want to be you’re mate. Even if you did accept me, I would have eventually rejected you. You would never have made me happy, and I only pray that the fates punish you with everything they have. I pray that you will grow old and weak, so weak that others will kick you down at your most vulnerable time. I pray that you to die a painfully slow death by the hands of those you trusted and believed in. But most of all, I pray that I will be there to watch every single part of you’re suffering.”

And with that, I stood up, ignored the aching hole in my heart, and took the first step into the downfall of my pitiful life.