His abused mate

new me

Melody's pov

I walked up to the elevator and pushed some button. As I waited for the doors to open Conner came running up to me.

He grabbed my hips and turned me so that I was facing him. His breathing was hard and I could smell his minty breath as it blew on my face.

"What the hell was that." He said in between breaths.

"What?"  what did I do now.

"You just saved my life back there, and you, you, you just play it off!" He yelled.

"Why are you yelling at me! I didn't do anything wrong, did you want me to go around skipping telling anyone in my path that I saved there 'Lord and behold' alpha!" He was crazy. If he wanted me to brag about saving his ass he could have asked nicely.

His body went stiff, his breathing hitched, and his eyes went dark.

"Go to our room." He said though clenched teeth.

" 'OUR'.We are not any 'our' it's your room!" I stated.

He grabbed my arm so hard the blood  was no longer circulating to the my hand, it was so pale, like paper.

"You've always got somethin' to say don't you." He looked me straight in the eye.

Then he slapped me. I fell to the floor with no exaggeration. I felt a rush of pain from my neck to my head.

He added by kicking me in the stomach. My breathing came intense, as my lungs begged for air. I opened my mouth to get in as much as possible, yet as my lungs got what they asked for my throat burned in the process.

I could feel the slow, painful bruise growing on my stomach. I tried to lift myself up, but my arm that was already battered by him, gave up from under me. My back fell and re-hit the floor. I turned my head as I felt something coming up my throat.

I let the thick, deep red liquid come up and onto the tile floor. It took a minute before I realized it was blood. I leaned my check on the cold  floor.

With a ding, I was dragged into the elevator. As the elevator went up, Conner stood in front of me. Arms crossed on his chest, staring at me.

"This wouldn't have happened if you were a good mate." He claimed as he shrugged his shoulders. Tears fill up in my eyes as I remember what my 'father' said.

He climbed off of me and redid the belt buckle.
"You see Melody this wouldn't have happen if you were a good girl." he sang. I laid there shaking in the sheets. There I just cried.

And that's what I was doing. Crying.

They just fell from my eyes uncontrollably. Conner turned around with his hands clenched. I can't seem to win.

Maybe it was best when I stayed quiet. It did somewhat benefit me, I didn't get hit as much.

I'll be the speechless little mate he wants.