The music in the room was just starting to get turned up as the time approached 8:00 and more werewolves flooded in. The house was getting a little crowded but the supply of drinks in the kitchen was unmatched. It wasn’t the cheap gross stuff, it was more of the more expensive, good stuff. I wouldn’t of complained either way I’m just happy to drink.
Lukas left around 6:00 for his meeting and I made good time getting out of there. I stopped by my house real quick just to brush my teeth and freshen up then I went straight to Keagan’s. I texted him while I was leaving Lukas’s guest home so he was ready by the time I got there.
We ditched the pack territory and now we are at the neighboring territory, the Perez pack. Packs are generally named after the Alpha’s last name just to make remembering who runs each pack a little easier. Alpha Perez could not give two fucks about what his pack does. He is the complete opposite of Alpha Quinn—or as other packs know him—Alpha Straits of the Straits pack.
We are about 40 minutes from home which I think is a good distance from Lukas.
He has probably noticed I dipped by now and I am sure I will have to go home and face his wrath but that is a problem for future Grayson. Right now, I am living in the present and present me wants to drink. I knocked back my 6th beer of the night and I was just now starting to feel the buzz run through my veins and the happiness and numbness flood my brain.
The alcohol was also blocking the symptoms of Lukas’ absence which was a plus but I know once I’m sober it will all come down crashing down on me. Again, future me problem.
I lost Keagan in the crowd and I was on my own to have fun. I talked to tons of people and everything was going great and I felt great until an older looking boy—maybe mid 20s—came up to me while I was a bit off to the side of the crowd.
He obviously didn’t belong at this party considering everyone here was probably 18 and under. He gave off strictly bad vibes and I knew that he meant nothing good.
“Hey, sweetheart.” He winked at me and everything inside churned and felt gross.
“Sorry, I don’t swing that way.” I said, dismissing the older boy and walked away. I only made it a few steps before his rough hands grabbed my arm.
“Hard to get, I like that. The feisty one’s scream the most.” He chuckled and started tugging me along with him towards the stairs of the home to go up to the bedrooms.
I pulled against his tight grasp but he was a lot bigger and a lot stronger than I was. I could feel the warrior status roll off him in waves and panic flooded my body. I don’t like this.
*Flashback*
“You will not be loud. You will do everything he tells you. You are going to satisfy him.” My dad pulled me away from the kitchen downstairs where I was cooking with Taylor and up to one of the guest bedrooms.
I was 7 years old.
A desirable age. An age that men will pay a lot to take advantage of, to strip of its childhood innocence and purity.
“Sit on the bed and do not move. Do not ruin this for me, this man is paying me a lot of money just so he can use your disgusting little body.” My father sneered and I sat silently on the bed, stricken with fear and confusion.
I did not know what he meant at the time. I did not know what was to come.
I was only 7 years old.
My father left the room and I sat in the silent room for maybe 30 minuted before a big man creeped into the room and locked the door behind him.
The man was ugly and fat. He was in no way good looking or desirable but 7-year-old me did not find anyone desirable. At least, not in the way the ugly man found desire in me.
“Hi, Sweetheart. I’m just here so we can play.” His smile was crooked and rotten.
He was not there to play and I found that out very quickly.
*Flashback over*
I kicked the man in the legs, trying to reach his balls but I couldn’t reach them and I was to restrained within his grasp to do much else.
How did no one else see this?
“Stop fighting or I might have to use some restraints. But maybe, you’d like that you naughty boy.” The man chuckled again and a cold shiver ran over me which mistakes for a shiver of pleasure.
“Stop! No! Get the fuck away from me you creep!” I shouted and yet no one could hear me over the blasting music and chatter of drunk teens.
On the way up the stairs I pushed backwards so that we would lose balance and tumble down the stairs, hopefully aiding in my escape.
I was right and we went tumbling down the stairs, finally earning some stares from people but they shrugged it off and continued what they were doing. To them, we were just dumb, clumsy drunks who were trying to go hookup.
Pain shot through my body and mainly my back. I might have hit my head but I don’t really remember hopefully I didn’t. That would be bad.
The man laid on the ground next to me, his arm bent in a weird position and I took that moment to booked it. My body screamed at me as I shot off the ground in protest but I ignored it running for the exit. I looked for Keagan on my way out but I couldn’t spot him anywhere.
I stood outside in the front yard, hyper-aware of my surroundings and steering away from people. I tried texting Keagan multiple times but I got no answer. My anxiety was bubbling inside me and I wanted to get as far away from here as possible but Keagan had the car keys.
I didn’t know anyone else at this party and my breaths were not supplying me with enough air.
Why was I getting so freaked out? I’m being a little bitch about it. It wasn’t even that serious I got away from him before anything happened. All I have now is a raging headache and a sore back.
All that stuff happened years ago and it is in the past. Why can’t I just get over it?
My mind froze on one idea and my fingers continued to move to the contact labeled Alpha Bitch.
I shouldn’t text him. I am here to be away from him. But I want to be away from here. My mind was racing a million miles a minute and it felt like my heart was racing even faster. By impulse I clicked the text button and wrote out my message quickly.
Grayson
come get me.
please
this is grayson
Hell I even threw in a please. What the fuck is wrong with me. The message was only on delivered for a second before a reply came through.
Alpha Bitch
Send me your location.
My fingers were shaking pathetically as I sent him my location and I hated myself for it. I don’t want this but everything in me is screaming at me to do this.
*Incoming Call from Alpha Bitch*
I stared at the screen before accepting the call and holding it up to my ear. I didn’t even say anything before Lukas’ voice flooded through.
“Grayson, what’s wrong? What happened?” His voice was soft and not at all what I was expecting. I thought he would just bitch at me (hence the contact name) and lecture me like he loves to do. His voice held concern and he didn’t ask any follow-up questions and awaited my answer patiently.
I can’t tell him what happened because then I’ll seem like a little bitch who can’t even handle his emotions and can’t get over his past. This is stupid why did I call him.
“Just come get me.” My voice was shaky and I scolded myself. Boys don’t cry.
*Flashback*
“Wasn’t that fun, Sweetheart?” The ugly man asked after he used and abused my body.
Tears were streaming down my face and pain wracked through my malnourished body that was now covered in blood and semen.
He slapped me across the face and grabbed my throat which he had been gripping most of our time together to silence me.
“Stop crying like a bitch. It’s not cute. Are you going to be a man or our you going to be a bitch, boy? Or should I call you a girl because you cry like one.”
His hand went down to my privates and gripped them harshly. “These aren’t girl parts so don’t act like a fucking girl.”
*Flashback over*
“Grayson, Sweetie? You still there?” The voice snapped me back to reality and I just whispered back a yes.
“Grayson, are you safe right now?” His voice was filled with concern and it made me oddly comforted.
“Yeah… I think so?” I looked around my surroundings and the man was no where to be seen but I know he will try to come for me. I did just break his arm. The closet people to me were across the yard and they were making out.
I took a seat on the grass and Lukas continued to talk.
“I’ll be there in maybe 15 minutes, Sweetie. Hold tight for me okay? Stay on the phone with me okay?”
“How are you only 15 minutes away? Its been nearly 5 minutes since I texted you and I’m 40 minutes away.” I mumbled as I set the phone on speaker and placed it on the ground so I could wrap my arms around my knees and pull them to my chest.
“Ah, well, I don’t want to encourage reckless driving, but yeah. I am driving very very fast and very illegally.” I laughed at his answer and relaxed just a tiny bit.
“How about we get some food on the way home? I bet you’re hungry and I’m hungry too it’s way past dinner time. What kind of food do you want, Gray? Fast food sounds pretty appealing right about now.”
I knew Lukas was trying to distract me and calm me down and deep down, I greatly appreciated that.
“Can we get Chinese?” I whispered and Lukas chuckled.
“Of course we can, that sounds pretty good right now. We can just hit up a China Go I think there’s one in the city I just went through.”
I sat silently and listened while Lukas blabbered on about random topics, sometimes answering when he asked me something specially. The man was no where to be seen and everyone around me had disappeared.
I’m sure I looked odd, sitting in the grass in the dark while my phone projected Lukas’ voice. No one’s here though to judge me though.
Lukas will be here soon though. He’s going to see me sitting here, filled with anxiety and panic waiting for him. He probably feels like a knight in fucking shining armor. Saving his mate who is a damsel in distress.
“Lukas.” I said cutting off his mindless rant about some town in Italy that he visited.
“Yes, Sweetie?”
“Just ’cause I called you doesn’t mean anything. I was just desperate.” I stated, crushing the idea of him being a savior out of his mind.
“I’d rather be the last option than no option. I don’t think of myself as some high and mighty savior just because I’m doing something to help you. I’d do anything to help you, Gray. I want you to be safe and feel safe. I’m not holding anything above you because their is nothing to hold. You needed help and I am just simply helping.”
“Mhm, I can take care of myself perfectly fine. I just need a ride.” I said, yawning after. The alcohol was still in my system and it was making me sleepy but the adrenaline in my system was keeping me awake.
“I know you can, Sweetie.” He sighed, “Ok, I’m about to go through security give me just a minute because it’s a lot harder for me to get let into the land because I’m an Alpha.”
I sat silently as I waited for a few minutes while muffled talk came from the other side of the phone.
“Okay, Grayson I’m about to pull up.”
The headlights on the truck shone down the street but I didn’t make a move to get up I just remained sitting. Lukas was quick to spot me and hr quickly parked the car in the side of the street and got out of his car.
His clothes were professional but all messed up and out of order and his hair was out of place and hanging in every direction. He looked stressed and worried.
Lukas was soon standing over me and I just simply reached my arms up. My pride was long gone by now and I am not about to deny his help because I want to go home and I want free Chinese food from him.
Lukas picked me up at my underarms and settled me on his hip like a toddler with my arms wrapped around his neck. Lukas held me tight and just held me for a moment, his nose buried in the crook of my neck.
“Grayson, I was so worried about you stop scaring me like this.” Lukas sighed and I didn’t respond. Worried about his image that’s for sure.
He crouched down while balancing me on his hip and grabbed my phone for me and took me to his car. He opened the passenger side door and gently sat me down on the seat, buckling the seatbelt over my body and shut the door.
I picked at the skin around my nails and let the anxiety leave my body now that I was in a safer environment.
Lukas climbed in his side of the truck and started it and started to drive off towards the security again so we can leave.
He glanced over to me again and reached over to grab my hands, stopping me from picking at the skin that was starting to bleed. “Stop doing that, you’re hurting yourself. Do you want to tell me what happened?”
His voice was soft as if he was talking to a small kid who would burst out crying if he was too harsh.
“I was being overdramatic.” I mumbled, pulling one of my knees back up to my chest.
“I don’t believe that Grayson. You look genuinely panicked and freaked out. You don’t strike me as someone who freaks out over something unimportant. I know something happened but I’m not going to make you tell me.” He sighed and I shrugged.
I leaned my head against my knee and the headache residing in my head had not calmed down. I’m pretty sure I need a chiropractor now because their is no way my spine is in the right position anymore.
The drive out of the land was easy because the border control really could not stop Lukas if they wanted to.
“Do you feel okay, Grayson? You were away from me for quite some time and you look a little pale. I’m sure the alcohol in your system is numbing most of them but just because you can’t feel then doesn’t mean your body doesn’t have them.”
“Head and back… hurts.” I mumbled into my knee and I closed my eyes, “Tired.”
“Stay awake for me please, Sweetie. You need to eat dinner then I want to check out your head because I have a feeling you somehow hurt it.” He gave me a pointed look. “And I’ll look at your back as well then I’ll let you sleep. How does that sound?”
I didn’t respond and kept my eyes shut but I didn’t sleep. A cold hand reached over to my forehead and laid against it for a second, trying to find a temperature. After finding its results, the hand rested on my leg that wasn’t pressed against my chest and just rubbed up and down in a soothing manor.
His touch was more forwards my knee and didn’t travel far but it sent dull sparks through my clothes.
I don’t have it in me to complain or even think for that matter.
I had to wait about 10 minutes before we pulled up to the Chinese place and Lukas ran in to buy my order that I had given him. I stayed in the car because honestly, I don’t think I could get up and walk if I wanted to.
We ate in the parking lot and after, Lukas turned the lights on in the car so he could check out my head and back. I let out small complaints and threats but I didn’t have the energy to fight him off or do anything I said.
“You probably like that you get to touch me, perv.” I mumbled, reminded of the man at the party I was at merely an hour ago.
“Shush, Grayson.”
He looked over my head for scratched and cuts and looked at my eyes and shook his head. “I’m no doctor but I think you might have a concussion. You’ll have to get checked out by a real doctor later but for now I am going to assume you do and treat you like you do. Can you please turn your back towards me, Sweetie? I will make it really quick I’ll just look at the skin and feel your spine to make sure it’s in place, alright?”
I turned my body and pulled both of my legs up to my body to hug them as he carefully lifted my shirt and his fingers brushed my skin softly, sending sparks through my body.
“Grayson, your back is severely bruised. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have left you alone for that meeting. You are going to be in a lot of pain when you wake up sober along with your possible concussion and probably some symptoms of illness since your body is still trying to recover from you trying to sleep with that girl.” His teeth clenched at that last part and his finger ran up and down my spine to make sure it was straight.
“I don’t think this looks right, you are going to get it checked out again when the doctor checks your head.” Lukas said, putting my shirt back down.
“Buckle up and then you can sleep. Thank you for cooperating, Sweetie.” Lukas said quietly and shut off the lights in the truck so it was dark and cut the radio so that the truck was silent. I leaned my head against the cold window because it provided relief and my mind instantly started shutting down.
I’m to out of it to care to put up any fronts or complain.
The hand returned but this time it found my free hand laying in my lap and intertwined our fingers. I didn’t make any move to remove them or do anything for that matter.
All I cared about was getting to sleep.
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