Queen Takes King, Checkmate.

Chapter Fifteen.

Charlottes' POV.

I had accidentally cut my hand when I smashed the table lamp beside the bed, the jagged laceration now marked my palm and wouldn't stop bleeding as I sat on my knees in the middle of the room.

I was having some kind of an emotional breakdown after I had nearly broken everything in the room.

I held my hand and stared at it, feeling only pleasure as I was finally able to feel somethong after being kidnapped and forced to stay here, some sort of pain or punishment for everything I had done...

The blood from my palm now ran down my forearm in rivulets, dripping onto the carpet and the expensive jeans I was wearing.

I'd stopped my furious tirade the moment I felt the porcelain cut my palm, silently watching the blood well up and drip...

I wanted to cry, because I didn't want to be here and because I also had no choice but to stay here... I didnt want to be here anymore... always in some kind of trouble...

But the window was two storeys high... surely if I jumped head first then...

A knock at my bedroom door had pulled me out of my dark suicidal thoughts like a sign from god, and I froze when an all to familiar scent filled my nose...

"Charlie? Is everything okay?"Jamesons calm and concerned voice said through the door.

I turned my head to look at the chest of drawers I had moved and placed up against the door so it couldn't easily have been opened by anyone unwanted, but I realised then that with his lycan strength, he could open it with ease.

Eventhough I had struggled to push the darn thing four meters across the floor...

"Fuck off Jameson" I mumbled, using my clean sleeve to wipe away the tears that I hadn't realised were falling silently before.

"You know I cant do that sweetheart" I sniffled a little as I heard the sound of something in his tone... Sympathy? Defeat? Regret? Apology?

"Then you must be pretty fucking useless as a leader then" I snapped, looking back down at the surprisingly deep cut that was still bleeding.

"I've heard worse... Listen, I'm needed at a pack meeting in an hour... would you even be the slightest bit interested in joining me? To, you know, meet some pack members and get to know a few people?" He said hesitantly as I heard him pacing outside my door. Clearly he was nervous to be asking me this and he had a right to.

"Fuck no!" I shouted, outraged that after everything he expected from me, he was now expecting me to just follow him around like his bitch just because he had marked me.

"Charlie please, it would mean alot to me and my pack members, they've wanted to meet you for a few days now..." he trailed off, stopping in his steps.

"I'm not going anywhere with you! So just leave me the fuck alone you asshole!" I shouted, grabbing a torn pillow from nearby and throwing it at the door, seeing it hoplessly hit it with a gentle thud.

A extended silence filled the room as I knelt there, straining to hear if he had left or not...

"Charlie? Is that blood I smell?!" James suddenly snapped in a voice that was so alarmed that he even scared me.

"It doesn't matter anyway" I shouted back, realsing that I had grabbed the pillow with my bleeding hand and by throwing it over there, the scent of my blood would've slipped under the door or something.

He definately had lycan senses if he caught the scent of my blood so easily.

"Now is not the time to mess around Charlie, you're hurt so let me help you" he added, the sound of him trying to turn the locked door handle filled the room as he was now trying to get in.