Trusting The Alpha

Prologue

1 year ago

"Come here you stupid bitch!" He yells as I run down the hall trying to escape. His footsteps echo in my ears as I run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me, praying that he just leaves me alone. "You can't hide from me Selene, there's nowhere for you to go." He calls out, his voice sounding like a million nails scraping against a chalkboard. I back away from the door and go to the window flinging it open looking for help, there is no way I can jump from the second floor. There is not a soul on the street- of course. I have to get out of here! This isn't happening again!

"Come on out. You'll only make this worse if you don't." He says, standing outside the door banging on it. I throw myself at it, putting all my weight into it, desperate to keep him out. A deafening silence fills the house for a few seconds before the door is hit with a loud bang and such a force that I am pushed back,

"No!" I cry out, throwing my body back to the door holding it closed. He hits it once more, pushing me back again and walking in.

"Now I'm angry." He sneers as he stalks towards me.

"Please don't." I beg, backing away from him my back against the wall. He grabs my shoulders roughly, shoving me to the floor before getting on top of me.

"Don't worry." He coos, trying to take off my shirt as I fight against him.

"No! Stop it get off me." I yell, scratching and hitting at him, but to no avail. He is so much stronger than me. Reaching up I dig my nails in his neck as hard as I can, drawing blood, causing him to scream in pain and move away, his back hitting the wall of the tub. I take this as my chance to get away and I stand up to make a break for the door but not before long fingers wrap about my ankle and pull me down as hard as possible. My head hits the corner of the sink on my way down- and he climbs on top of me again. He rolls me over and punches me in the jaw, my tooth cuts into lower lip and my mouth fills with blood.

"Shut up and stay still or I swear I will fucking kill you." He threatens wrapping his hands around my neck and squeezing hard. Clawing at his hands, black spots begin to cloud my vision as I thrash under him and he squeezes a bit harder before letting go, air slamming into my lungs. "Now let me finish and you can go." He says, reaching for my pants as tears stream down my face, my head swimming. I lay there, imaging I am somewhere else as I prepare for what is going to happen. This is not my life. He pulls a condom out of his pocket, and I look away, a small ant is crawling along the tub, I concentrate on the bug as he enters me, and I resist the urge to cry out. It will only make him angrier.

'Be quiet Selene' I think watching the little bug as I try not to focus on the movement inside me. I feel something in me break- and I don't know if it is physically or mentally, maybe both. It feels like hours when he finally releases a groan and moves away from me. I don't move as he stands up, discarding the condom and pulling his pants up.

"See that wasn't so bad, was it? I will be back soon" He laughs, leaving me on the bathroom floor. A sob rips from my lips as I sit up hugging my knees to my chest, feeling something run warm down my thighs. Holding the wall, I stand up and look in the mirror assessing my injuries, my jaw is swollen and starting to bruise, the bleeding on my lip slowing, there's a knot on my head and hand marks around my neck. I look hideous. I open the medicine cabinet to retrieve a wipe and a bottle falls out and into then sink, spilling its contents. I grab a wipe and clean my legs of the blood that has run down to my ankles before tossing it in the trash. Picking up the pills, I place them back in the bottle and back in the cabinet before walking to the bathroom door and stopping in my tracks.

It would be so easy. No more pain. I turn back to the cabinet and open it again, grabbing the bottle and examining it further. Hydrocodone. My foster mother has oral surgery three months ago and used these for the pain, but she didn't like how they made her feel and she hasn't touched them since. She wouldn't miss them. I walk out of the bathroom and down the hall to my bedroom, bottle in hand. I sit on my bed and stare at the wall in front of me- that's painted an ugly earthy brown. This room is like a prison- no posters or pictures, no love, no me. No hope. A surge of anger runs through me as I stand up, walking to the other side of the room and pull the television off of the dresser in front of me and slam it onto the ground, a loud bang fills this now silent house of horrors, followed by my screams as they reverberate throughout. I feel exhausted as I slump to the ground, burying my head in my hands and crying, until eventually no tears are left. I can't just give up. I tell myself as I stand up and walk to the bed, He will only come back- and the cycle will continue, there is no other way out. That realization hits me like a freight train, and I know what I must do. If I want any peace at all, I have no choice. I take my phone off of the nightstand and scroll through it, texting my friend Aviva.

I love you. I am sorry.

I get up and walk down the stairs to the kitchen, grabbing a cup from the cabinet I fill it with water and go back to my room. I pick up the bottle again and open it, dumping the pills onto my palm. Taking a shaky breath, I put the pills in my mouth and take a big gulp of water, forcing them down. My phone starts ringing, and I already know who it is, but it is too late. I lay back on the bed, the tears coming again as I wait for the end. The ringing stops before starting up just as quickly. Please don't hate me, Aviva. I think, my eyelids feeling heavy, before everything goes dark.

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That was dark,  but I wanted to show you a little of Selene's past. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter. 

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