Broken

Chapter 5

Lacey's POV:
I woke up with a throbbing headache and sore muscles. There were tubes and needles going in and out of my body. I had white stretchy stuff wrapped around my chest and a clay cast wrapped around my right leg. The memories of yesterday, or what I think was yesterday, came back to me. That horrible Gamma coming up to me and beating me senseless. Him pulling me to the dungeons by my hair and cutting me enough for me to bleed out in a painfully slow death.
I immediately ripped all of the tubes and needles out of me and stood up to leave. But once I put weight on my good leg, I crumpled to the floor, a whimper escaping me. The second I hit the floor, the door bust open and a giant, buff man came in. He immediately swooped me off the floor and cradled me to his chest.
"Angel? What's wrong? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?" He asked while stroking my hair with his nose, sniffing me. The fact that I was in the arms of a giant man who could kill we with his pinky finger caused me to panic. I starting wiggling to get out of his grip, but this only caused him to growl and tighten his hold on me.
"Little one, I'm not going to hurt you. You'll only hurt yourself if you continue doing this," he said even though we both knew that I wouldn't be able to move anymore based on how strong his grip is on me now. I just turned my face away from him and started crying silently.
"Don't cry, my little angel. Please don't cry. I'm so sorry," he said and gently placed me back into the bed. He then wiped my tears with his thumb and kissed my forehead. The moment his lips made contact with my skin I backed away in fear.
He could be trying to get me to trust him so then he could hurt me more later. Yeah. That's the only way to explain it. I looked up at him through my eyelashes and saw hurt and anger in his eyes. That just made me panic more. I rolled to the other side of the bed and fell to the floor. I whimpered again, but quickly scurried to the corner of the room, wanting to put as much distance between us as possible.
The man was in front of me, only a couple feet distance, in a fraction of a second.
"Angel, please, let me put you back on the bed. You're hurt and you need to heal. I need you to heal. Please," he stated. I shook my head, not believing a word he's saying. I pulled my good leg into my chest and continued crying into my bruised and now bleeding knee.
The man picked me up anyway and put me back on the bed. Another man then entered the room with his head down, only looking up to the man to give him something, then he left, not looking at me. I didn't know what that was for until I get my wrist being picked up my the man. I yanked it back, but he just took it bad and holding it tighter, not hurting me, but enough so I couldn't yank it back again. He then tied a bandana, which was what that other man gave him just moments ago, around my wrist, then tying the other end to the bed pole. He quickly did the same to the other wrist before I registered what happened.
I'm tied to the bed.
I started to breath really quickly and tears started coming out of my eyes nonstop. The man, in an instant, was on his knees, still taller than me at the moment, and put his hand on my wet cheek.
"I had to do this, my little angel. I had no choice. You were going to hurt yourself if I didn't. Please don't be mad at me or scared of me. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't cry. It kills me when you cry."
The fake sentiment.
I know it has to be fake.
Alpha Rowan raised me til' I was seven as his daughter. I am his daughter. But then mom disappeared during a battle with a neighboring pack and dad fell into depression. He became an alcoholic. But he still spoiled me with everything I ever dreamed of. He then put me in a cell.
The cell.
The cell I lived in for nine years with continuous torment and abuse.
Alpha Rowan, who I used to call dad.

Flashback
I just turned seven. My mommy and daddy went out to battle with whatever pack they're fighting with now. But daddy came back without mommy.
I didn't ask anything about it. Mommy will be back soon, right?
***
Mommy never came home.
Daddy is drinking a lot of wine recently. But it's different than the wine mommy and daddy used to drink. It's pure white, in a clear bottle, with a really strong smell. The bottle says vodka. I'm sure that's just some fancy type of wine.
***
I woke up in cell.
I don't know how I got here. I fell asleep in my princess themed bedroom and now I'm here. Daddy came on with a smile only Disney villains have on their face. I've never seen anybody in real life have. I looked up and I saw he had knives in his hand.
"D-daddy?" I choked.
"Don't you dare call me that! It's Alpha Rowan, now. I'm preparing you for a trade with the stupid pack we were battling a few weeks ago. Your worthless life for her. I give your neaten body up to them when your old enough, and then I get my mate back!" He shouted.
"But... I thought you loved me." I whispered. He laughed humorlessly and slapped me.
"I've never loved you. Your mother did. I only kept you around for her. I was going to get rid of you at some point, I just get to do it early than I thought I would. But get it through your stupid, peanut sized brain, you little shit, I never loved you and I never will!" He yelled in my face. He then straightened up and a smile reappeared on his face. "Now, let's get started on ruining you, shall we?" He asked while holding up the silver knives.
End of flashback

This man doesn't love me just like Alpha Rowan never did. I can't trust him. I never can. I need to remember that.
He doesn't love me.