Because You're Mine (COMPLETED)

Chapter 70: Scott/Kirstie

Totally realized I forgot to put a trigger warning. So sorry.

I wake up in tears. Mitch isn't next to me, Kirstie's being hurt almost consistently and I can feel almost all of it.

He hits her, and when he's not hitting her, he's inside of her, and its like I'm being ripped open. She'll black out occasionally and I'll get glimpses of his face, but that's all I ever see. I don't see anything else, except the one time I got a glimpse of Mitch, being held in place, forced to watch.

She's in so much pain, all the time and there's nothing I can do. The pain flares up again and I scream, followed by a sob because it hurts so much.

I hear someone rush in and shake me. "Scott, breathe." It was Avi. I try to do as he said, but the pain is too great. I choke. "Dammit, breathe." He sits me up, the movement causing me to cry out.

My body has been sore and everything hurts. Even when nothings being done. He puts my arms above my head, opening up my chest, allowing more air into my lungs. I choke at the sudden movement and small flair of pain.

It takes a second, but I eventually am able to breathe properly. He looks at me, checking if I'm okay. "Scott, talk to me." He says softly.

"What is there to say?!" I yell. "I've already told you who has them. What more do you want me to tell you?! There is nothing else! All I feel is pain and fear. If there's anything else, its over powered. She's being raped, almost constantly. And when shes not being raped, she's being hit with something. For fucks sake, he held a knife to her goddamn throat!" I try to get up, but my legs give out and I crash to the floor.

Avi tries to help me, but I swat at him. I hear him growl and he tries again. I don't fight him this time, just give into the tears. He wraps his arms around me. I don't know why. It's not like it'll help her...

...or maybe it will. I decide to give in and cuddle into his side. Not only does the pain lessen, but so does the fear and not just on my part. "Avi." I say.

"Yeah?" He rubs my arm.

"I think she can feel it." I sniffle.

"Feel what?" He sounds perplexed.

"This. The comfort. It's like I can feel her pain and fear lessen just a little." I explain. I don't even know how to explain it, but I think he understood as he tightens his grip.

I don't know how I feel about this. Avi has some sort of connection to Kirstie, whereas my mind-link is disconnected it seems. I've tried and tried, but I never hear anything back and it breaks my heart.

I just want him back.

Kirstie P.O.V.

It's dark. They finished with me hours ago. I've just been laying on the ground. Mitch gave up trying to get me to speak, for now at least. He laid down on the bed, mostly because I refuse to. He needs it more than I do.

I feel what seems like a blanket come over me. It has sort of a calming affect, like when someones holding you. I can sort of smell what I think is Avi. I feel the tears form. I let them fall, because I don't feel like wiping them. There's no point. They'll just be back later.

I hear Mitch whimper and I know he's having a bad dream. I turn over and concentrate on the blanket of comfort. The pain in my body is sort of tolerable now.

I take in a deep breath, and sure enough, it smelled like Avi.

My Alpha. My real alpha. Not one like Jeremy. He's not my alpha. I hate him with everything I am. I want him dead. But I'm not strong enough.

I hear Mitch whimper again, and I can't take it. I get up and go to him. He's asleep, but he's crying. I kiss his cheek and climb in bed with him, gathering him in my arms.

It hurts when I realize how selfish I've been. I ignored him when he needed me. And even now, when he needs me the most. I can't say anything. If I do, Jeremy will kill him. He slowly is by not feeding him. Mitch has eaten even less than I have.

He presses his back into me on instinct, and I smell his fear go down immediately. I wrap on arm around his waist and put a hand to his stomach. I kiss his head and get comfortable.

And then the door opens, Mitch is pulled from my arms and help in place by his throat. "No!" I scream. Fuck!

"Oh, now we're gonna disobey rules?" Jeremy said. "You want him to die?" He glared at me. I looked at Mitch who was pale with fear. Jeremy got a look in his eye and grinned. "Or better yet..." He pulled Mitch so his back was against him and held the knife to his stomach and pressed in just enough to draw a tiny bit of blood.

Mitch screamed. His eyes wide.

"Please!" I shriek. "M-m-me-me. T-take me. L-leave him alone. Please!" I sob.

"Well, I did want to experiment with this little thing here." He pushed the knife a little harder causing Mitch to whimper again, his eyes turning blue. "But if you want to take his place, be my guest." He throws Mitch.

Mitch hits the wall with his head and doesn't move after he drops to the ground. I silently sob, fearing the worst. I see a gash, and pray that its not as bad as I think.

Jeremy picks me and throws me over his shoulder. He walks to his room, and shut and locks the door. He throws me hard enough that i almost bounce off the bed. He snacks me as I try to fight him off.

Its like all I feel right now is anger, I feel a sudden adrenaline rush and I punch Jeremy square in the face.

I gasp, knowing that was a bad idea. I don't even know why I did it, or where I got the strength to.

His eyes turn red as he punches me in return. I don't scream, though I want to.

He rips my pathetic excuse of clothing off and pushes into me. I grimace at the pain. He rubs my clit in small circles causing me to buck my hips.

He goes hard and fast. I cant breathe, because everytime I try to, I feel some sort of pain.

He finally finished and pulled his pants back up. He grabs my hair and pulls me to him. "Now, next time I tell you to shut you're mouth, you going to listen." He throws me to the ground and kicks me. He throws some sort of fabric at me.

I get dressed as quickly as I can and he hauls me back into the room with Mitch.

Mitch still hasn't moved, so I rush over to him and pull him into my arms, sobbing.

I check and thank God he's still breathing, and the only places he's bleeding is from his head. I do my best to get him onto the bed, then take off my shirt and clean off his forehead as best I can.

I start sobbing as it hits me that its my fault. If I hadn't said anything, he'd be fine.

This is my fault. All of it. If I wasn't trying to ignore him, he wouldn't ha e tried to find me in the store and he wouldn't be here.

He's here because of me.

Don't hate me, these next few chapters are gonna be rough. For everyone. Especially a certain omega. Not telling ya who tho, you'll just have to keep reading.

Love y'all!

Stay happy, stay healthy, stay safe

~🌈Jordan❤~