The Captive

Chapter 23

I was trapped in a car, all alone. I couldn't get out because there were people all around me, people I've long forgotten. "Rot in hell!" "Die!" "You piece of shit!" "It's all your fault!" they all scream different things, but one thing is true, they wanted me to be dead instead of my parents.

I don't blame them, my parents were the town sweethearts, prom king and queen, married in the local chapel, and I was their evil spawn of a child. I hate the fact that they're right, I deserve to go to hell, but I can't stop the tears that run down my cheeks. They bang against the windows, trying to get in, and I'm stuck in the backseat, sitting there, crying. "I'm sorry!" I scream, "I'm sorry!" But they don't stop, in fact, this just gets them more agitated. Their fists thump on the windows, pounding on the car. I don't know how long the car will protect me, cracks are already forming on the windows.

I stare up in horror as a person gets on top of the car and aims a gun straight at me through the windshield. Mr. Carls? My fucking therapist? Oh hell no, that son of a bitch is not going to be the one to kill me. He grins maliciously down at me, "You always were a fucking bitch," he tells me. I watch as his finger tightens on the trigger and then I hear a big *bang*.

I sit up quickly, gasping for air. My hands press all over my body, searching for a bullet wound, but I never find one. Oh god, it was just a dream. A nightmare actually, but who cares. I look around, finding that the morning light has made its way into the bedroom. It's morning already? I look over beside me in hopes of seeing Luca's peaceful body, but all I see is empty sheets. He never came back last night?

I've finally gotten my breathing back to normal when suddenly I feel a drop of water running down my cheek. I bring my hand up to my face, searching for the source of water when I feel my tear streaked face. Great, I was crying in my sleep again. I softly touch the skin surrounding my eyes, noticing how puffy it is.

The door slams open to reveal Alpha Luca in all of his morning glory. My heart skips a beat from just seeing him, glad knowing that he is back. Stop! No! We don't care about him! He takes in my ugly state, the red puffy eyes, the tear stained cheeks. He locks his jaw and a pang of regret forms in my stomach, but it's not coming from me. Is he regretful for leaving me? Letting me sleep all alone?

He seems to make up his mind that he doesn't give a shit about me and starts heading to the closet. I notice that he is wearing the same clothes as he was yesterday, but now they're all rumpled. He didn't come back at all last night, I bet he was with that bitch Isabella. The thought of them going at it like rabbits feels like a knife in the heart, but it also creates a ball of anger in the pit of my stomach. That bitch better not have touched him!

I think Luca sensed my sudden change of emotion, he stopped right at the doorway of his closet and looked at me oddly, confused. I retain a neutral mask over my face, never revealing the inner turmoil. He took one last second to check over me and then he was in his closet changing. I could hear his clothes being tossed around as he changed outfits.

He came out right as he was pulling on his shirt, I only got a glimpse of his beautifully toned skin that lies underneath his clothing. I hope he eats breakfast with me, I like to feel his presence even if we're not talking, but I watch in dread as he starts walking away, heading towards the living room without giving me a second glance.

No! Stop! Come back! I beg, but he doesn't hear me, because I don't speak. Why not? Why can't I get myself to speak? I stare down at my hands, wondering, what is wrong with me? Say something! Anything!

"I heard you," I manage to get out in a soft whisper. He's by the door in the living room that leads to the hallway, he probably didn't even hear me.