Mated To You: The Escape

7

You can't go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.

-C.S Lewis


Chapter 7


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I woke up from a deep slumber. I tried feeling my body for any pain or wound or injury whatsoever but couldn't. I feel good actually quite better. After assessing my body, I look around and realized I'm lying in a very comfy bed and in a small room? Didn't expect the heaven looks like this really. It looks like I'm inside a room? Bedroom? I was expecting it'll look a little extravagant.

I noticed a door when I sat down. It's facing the end of the bed. Aside from another door on my right which I think is the door for the outside. I got up from the bed I was lying and headed towards the door. I reached out for the door knob and open it. I was taken aback, a bathroom. Do spirits pee? Or poop? Do we take a bath? Hmm. I should've read more about ghosts and spirits when I was still alive.

Or maybe I'm in hell? I thought those who're sent in hell gets punish? This is way far from a punishment. Or maybe I'll be punished right after I recover? But I'm fine now. Wait, making me recover just so they could beat the hell out of me? Don't I have enough beating whilst still alive? Why am I in hell anyways? Am I not a good person? Fuck, i endured all those shits just to be sent here in hell to get beat up and punish all over again? Fucking God's who decided I deserve this. Tsk.

When I step to my right, I had a chance to see myself in a mirror. Holy shit. Where are all my scars? Those little pinkish scars I had? I remember I have lots of it on my face dude. It was due to punching, slapping, kicking, slicing, name it. How the hell did it vanish? Ohhhh. Maybe that's an advantage of being in heaven. Maybe I am really in heaven. Mygawd, I'm starting to like it here. It's not like I'm going somewhere else right.

I tilted my head a little to the right and then to the left. Shit. What's that? As I look closely, I can tell my eyes grew wider and bigger than a grape fruit. I have marks. No, not love marks but teeth marks? Are this bites? Was I bit? My hands made its way to the marking and that's when flashes of events took place to my vision. Holy fucking shit.

I remember. I remember it all. The huge fucking wolf. The, the pain I felt while being clawed on my back, I bet it leaves a huge scar too. And oh shit, the bites. His....his large canines. Digging deeper to my flesh. First from my neck and then. I lift the shirt I am wearing and was overwhelmed by the huge teeth marks on my stomach.


"Holy shit!" I exclaimed breathlessly.


I mean, dude, I'm telling you, I'll be hyperventilating in a moment due to the scar left on my body stomach.


"Shit! Shit! Shit! This is so fucking cool. Hahahaha. I can't believe it. The scars looks so cool man. Holy shit."


Yep. You might be wondering about my reaction. Didn't expect it right? Honestly, I am actually ecstatic with my scar. A little upset because my perfectly scar-free body has a huge scar right now but shit, this is so crossing out on my bucket list.

I was still hang up by my scars when I heard footsteps outside the room. And voices too. Maybe an angel or a guard? Does heaven have guards? Anyways, the footsteps closing in and even though I'm quite confuse with the fact that I can hear the footsteps from outside, take fucking note, outside the room, it stops right in front of the doorway.

Just when I step out of the bathroom when the door opens and in goes, wait.


"Antonio?" Holy hell. Is he dead too? Did James got him too?

"What are you doing here? Are you dead? Were you caught? I mean, holy shit. I'm really sorry man if you died trying to help me. I didn't mean for you to die. I accepted my fate tight there and then but seeing you here. Oh my god. I'm really sorry for bringing you into this mess. I'm really fucking sorry."


I look down, eyes on the floor after talking. I can't take the shame and embarrassment for seeing him here. For being the cause of his death.


"What are you talking about?" Couldn't help but smile a little hearing his accent but remembered I killed him by dragging into my mess.

"I'm sorry okay? If, if you don't want to accept my apology then I have no other way. We're in heaven now so you have no other choice but to forgive me or God will kick you out."


I glance up at him while pouting and saw him looking at me with a confuse face. I look away. Dumbass. Why is he looking at me like I grew a head? I continued pouting while my brows almost tie into a knot when I heard a laugh. Why is he laughing? Does he forgive me now?

I look at him and he's holding his stomach while laughing like carzy. He steps towards the bed, sits on it and continued laughing while spanking the bed and stomping his feet on the floor. I look at him with my mouth open, brow raised and shoulders hanging up. What is wrong with him? After a few minutes, he wipes the tears from his eyes and look at me with amusement dancing in his eyes.


"What?" I snap at him after seconds of looking at him skeptical.

"I'm always amazed with how your mind works. I can't apprehend your imagination. You have the wildest imagination I've encountered."

"What are you talking about?"

"Hahahaha. How on Earth did you made this shits about being dead?"

"Ahm. Am I not? Are you not? Are we not?"

"Stupid. You're not dead. Neither am I."

"Wait----What? Why am I not dead?"

"You want to be dead?"

"Yes. No. Wait. You're not answering my question!"

"Okay. Okay. Come here."


He signals me to come closer to the bed so I did. I turn and sit on the other side. Waiting for him to start explaining.


"What do you want to know?"

"Am i not dead?"

"No. Absolutely not."


'Why am I not dead?' i murmured to myself. Not like I want to die, just wanted to stay in heaven. Psh.


"Anyways. How on Earth am I not dead? I mean, after all that's happened to me. Dude, I am suppose to be dead. If not by broken limbs but by lose of blood."


I heard him cussed before looking up and stare at me. I got conscious so I fidget on my sit.


"I need you to be open minded okay?"

"After what I've been through man, I think I can handle anything right?"

"Ahm. Well, you see."

"Oh just get straight to the point."

"You're a wolf." He said without blinking. I couldn't help but laugh at his joke.

"You fucking know how to joke. Just. Oh my god. Can't breathe. Shit. Hahahhahaha. You're so fucking hilarious man! Hahahahahah. I just. Hahhaha. I couldn't. Hahhahaha. Oh my god."


I was laughing my heart out when I look at him and saw that his face is serious. Like any moment he'll yell at me.


"What? Why are you so serious? Hhahahhaha. Dude, your joke is so fucking hilarious. Hahhahahaha. Didn't know you had it in you. Hahaha."


I wipe some tears on my eyes when he pass me a bomb with the words he said.


"I am fucking dead serious."

"Wait..what? Ho--wha--ho---What?"


I look at him and saw his face is about to burst with full seriousness.


"What the fuck are you saying? Dude, are you on drugs?"

"Listen to me first before you judge me okay. And please, don't interrupt me with your snide comments."

"Tsk. Fine. Whatever loser."


He look at me so I said 'What?' without sound and he just shook his head and sigh.


"Listen okay? And understand every word."




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Yey! Chapter 7 is done. Wait for another update next week bijjes. Advance Merry Christmas to y'all. Godbless. Mwuah!