Chapter 15

48.9K 655 30
                                    

--Anger & Emotions--

I am laid on a comfy bed, drifting in and out of sleep.

I'm too frightened to fully give in to my exhaustion in case Soul turns up.

Dean and Holden have promised I will be safe but I can't seem to hold that belief after everything I have been put through.

How am I going to get through this?

A light knock on the door brings me out of my fatigue and I sit up.

"Come in." I murmur softly.

I watch as the bedroom door opens to show me a beautiful teenage girl smiling gently. "Hi. I'm Lana. I've been told to bring you down for breakfast."

Nodding silently, I force myself out of bed, wearing one of Holden's big shirts and a pair of his boxers.

I follow Lana down the stairs to the kitchen where many people are.

They all turn to see me enter, and I freak. I can't handle this.

I start hyperventilating, the room spinning and pins and needles hitting at my limbs.

"Hey, hey, hey. It's ok baby." Dean murmurs, quickly enveloping me in a gentle hug. "Nobody here will hurt you baby. You're safe. I promise."

Nothing seems to ease my panic, and all of a sudden the room also turns to panic along side me.

"ROGUES!!!" Someone shouts.

"Shit!" Holden and Dean shout together.

In a matter of seconds, I am up in Dean's arms, being rushed upstairs.

Tears streak my face once more, and I become more and more frightened.

He's here!

I know he is!

Dean takes me into the en-suite bathroom and sits me on the floor.

"Right, Lizzie. I want you to stay in here. Lock the door and don't open it for anybody apart from me and Holden."

I nod.

"Promise?"

"Promise." I whisper.

Dean grabs my face and kisses my forehead harshly before leaving.

I jump up and lock the door before huddling in the shower cubicle. The doors shut with my head in my knees.

I just sit there silently sobbing as I tune in to the sounds from outside. I hear screaming, growls and snaps of teeth as well as countless profanities.

I can do this.

I can!

Dean and Holden are strong fighters. They will be ok.

They had better be ok!

I can't live without either of them.

They can't, they won't leave me!

And I black out from the panic.

~*~

Owwwww!

Why the hell do I hurt so badly?

I feel stiff, like I've been in a car accident.

It hurts!

I carefully open my eyes, and gasp as I take in my surroundings.

I'm in a dark and dingy room. One little lamp in the corner and nothing else.

It's dirty and stinks like urine.

My Dom or My Mate?Where stories live. Discover now