Sold to the trade* (Watty awards 2012)

Sold to the trade (Chapter 19)

Chapter 19

I grunted, my mind blurry. I woke up my throat dry and painful like someone had made me swallow a hundred needles, my head had begin to bang like it was the end of the world and the people had been thrown into a havoc screaming and making a crazy deal out of something that was inevitable.

“Ouch.” I muttered sitting up and holding up my head.

I felt different.

More...more...confident.

I looked around and for some odd reason, the first thought that struck me was fuck you Xavier.

Oh yeah.

I sighed, I was going crazy.

I knew Max was right, I had let Pythonin rule me, he had told I would never be happy and I let him be right.

I let his theory come true because I couldn’t let my insecurities go enough to be happy and make something out of my life. So from now on I decided, fuck me.

No really, fuck them.

They don’t rule me.

I rule them.

I looked around and I saw I was in a large room with a humongous window across me though the shades were pulled down I yawned.

I wasn’t to worried about where I was.

I mean, if I was kidnapped what could they do to me that wasn't already done?

I stood up and noticed I was still wearing what I had thrown on yesterday. I stood up my stomach gurgling.

I walked towards the large metal door, I bet it was locked. I mean they wouldn’t have such a large door, only to leave it open.

I wrapped my hand around the handle and pulled it down, the door swiftly opened.

I snorted “Okay then?” I mocked amusedly.

I walked down the long set of stairs my legs tiring by the time I got down them, I gripped my thighs my heart burning “Woooh,” I said out of breath “That's one hell of stairs....Jesus....I....” I said not being able to speak my heart pumping rapidly.

“Wow, your a poor excuse of a werewolf.” A strong masculine voice said.

I stood up weakly, I clutched my chest dramatically my heart beating heavily under it. A pair of long legs stretched across the sofa. His bright blue eyes stared at me in amusement, and his long black hair was pushed back tan skin stretched across his elegant sexy jaw.

“Well, who might you be?” I asked winking, a sudden surge of confidence shooting over me.

“The man of your dreams” he said slowly his eyes raking my body.

I felt a ta uncomfortable but I ignored it, “Well, well, if he isnt a charming little fella?” I wondered out loud grinning towards him.

He shrugged his shoulders “It comes naturally,” he said smirking.

“I'm sure it does,” I said making my way towards him once I wasn’t feeling so worn out.

I dropped on the sofa beside him “So, am I kidnapped then? I've never actually been kidnapped before you know that?” I said stretching my legs “At-least I can say I did it, been there done that.”

He snorted handing me some pop corn “Nah your not, Caspian's got some unfinished business with you...” he said.

I threw the pop corn in my mouth some of it falling in my lap. Xavier suddenly poppped into my head.

What was he doing?

Was he okay?

I mean, I shouldn’t care because Nicolá was probably holding him, cooking for him. The thought made as angry as hell, I wanted to kill her.

I really did.

As immature.

Pathetic.

Stupid, this sounded it was true.

I HAD HIM FIRST!

He's mine and I refuse to let some stupid little bitch take him away from me.

Even if Xavier did cheat on me, I can hurt her then I can leave Xavier miserable.

But god, even thinking about Xavier gave me butterflies. The way he would hold me, his large hands so protective and strong, and when he used to snuggle into my neck like a child before he went to sleep.

The way he would, act like a girl.

I sighed.

I loved the guy.

SO fuck that.

I'm coming for you Xavier.

Fuck you nico-fucking-la I'm going to get what was mine.

HES MINE!