All That Is You

Chapter 2

I froze as he neared. His footsteps echoed, a steady pitter patter against the cement floor that reverberated through my skull. He came closer and closer, every footstep an inevitable countdown of despair. The footsteps stopped, and I knew he was there. I knew he was watching me.

The lights flickered on and I shut my eyes, knowing that I would be greeted with the same sight as always every time the light came on. I was empty, no longer fearing what I knew was coming. I was used to this deadly game. My head pounded as I slowly pried my eyes open, adjusting to the piercing amount of light that filled the room.

The first thing I saw were his leather shoes. Mom had always loved him in a suit and it seems as though he wore them as a way to remember her and to remind me what I had done. He looked as clean as always but that wouldn't last very long.

The lock clicked and the door screeched as it opened. He stood still for a few moments before coming closer, an ominous silence stretching between us. This was a ritual after all. No words were to be exchanged between us and he would do as he always did. He would take and I would sit still knowing that I deserved what was coming.

Minutes passed by and there we were. Two wolves. Two shells. Two hearts. Too broken.

And then he snapped. His fists pounded away at my body as gasps and whimpers fell from my lips. I was too tired to scream, my ribs cracking under the force of his anger. I curled into myself and coughed up blood adding yet another stain to the cement floor, splashing onto his clean shoes.

I closed my eyes knowing the consequences of looking into his. I knew what would peer back at me. A hollowness that matched my own ever since I took away his light.

The chains around my ankles clashed, digging into what little flesh was still left, rubbed raw with every brush of silver. I trembled with his fingernails scraping against my skin, ripping through the once milky surface now caked with dirt and bruises. The white t-shirt that I was given when I was forced down here was now reduced to mere scraps of yellowed cloth. It exposed my body and gave him easier access to take from me.

And then just as quickly as it lit, his candle of fury burnt out. His heavy breathing filled the air and I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and his zipper lowering. I tensed but made no move to protest. I knew nothing I could say or do would stop him anyway. I had cried and screamed for him to stop so many times before, but he never did. So I laid there like a puppet, his puppet, as he gripped my thighs and forced them to part. But before he was able to touch me, alarms began to blare, signaling an attack.

The last time that signal blared was the day my mother died, the day my father died, the day I died. He froze and fixed his appearance before rushing out of the cell and locking the door behind him.

"Alpha," a guard growled from the entrance of the room.

My father sprinted past him to join the battle leaving me in the dark once again. And I was left to wonder if he would join mom soon.