Kidnapped by an Alpha

Missing in Action ~ Chapter 36

Chris - Hey, how's it going? He texted three hours ago.

Me - Ugh, can you come and pick me up? I answered.

Chris - Why? What's wrong?

Me - Well, too many things. Can I ask you something?

Chris - Yeah anything.

Me - Okay so Jordan sometimes uses this tone of voice that makes me feel like I have to obey him, or sometimes it makes me feel like I should be down kissing his feet. Is it just me, or is this a real thing?

Chris - Oh, yes, that is a real thing that he controls. It is his alpha voice. It is used in like meetings and stuff so people know he is powerful and it helps alphas get their way, and also make people obey them.

Me - Wow. It is rude to use it on your mate?

Chris - Well usually it isn't used on mates but I guess that an alpha can do what he wants. It is really only supposed to be used for business and authority.

Me - Okay thanks Chris!!!! You are the best I don't know what I would do without a friend like you!

Chris - Haha your welcome, I'll see what I can do about coming to get you.

Me - Okay, thanks again. I am sure you have some work to do so I will let you go now.

Chris - Welcome again. And you're right about that. I will text you when I get a chance... Bye.

Me - Bye!

I shut my phone off and smiled. Chris is the best friend that I wish I had had my whole life. I feel like I have known him all my existence.

I turned over on my side and screamed. Jordan was standing in the doorway.

"A knock seriously would have been nice," I told him.

"This is partially my house, I don't need to knock," he smirked.

"I don't care. And don't smirk at me, Jerkface."

"Why the sudden change in attitude?" he asked.

"Maybe has something to do with how you used your alpha voice on me. Yeah, bet you thought I wouldn't find out," I laughed.

"Give me your phone," he commanded, holding out his hand.

"No way. Last time I checked you weren't my dad. Actually last time I checked, I don't even know who my dad is. Isn't my life just so effed up? I mean come on, just think everything through and you will see that your mate is just a broken, runaway girl," I told him, completely honest.

His face softened.

"No, stop. Do not give me pity. I just still do not understand why you want me. Look at me! What is so special about me?" I inquired, standing up and motioning to myself.

He didn't answer, he furrowed his eyebrows and continued looking me over.

"Exactly, nothing at all," I whispered, walking to the bathroom. I locked the door and sat on the counter top.

Every time my "parents" would get drunk or high and scream at me, hit me, or do anything else they did, I would lock myself in the bathroom.

The bathroom was were all the pills and razors were.

I woke up in the hospital once. I took too many pills.  I was really ready to die that day. But unfortunately, I wasn't that lucky.

Pulling up my sleeves you could still see faint scars, they were on my stomach and thighs, too. Nobody used cared if I lived or died. The only person who was really supposed to care and who counted was myself. But even I hadn't cared whatsoever.

No one knows about any of this except for those rotten people who were the cause of it, myself, and of course the hospital workers from that one day.

I intend on keeping it that way. The scars are so faint no one really notices unless they look at my arm for more than a glance. They used to be terrible, that was until I discovered a scar cream.

I missed the feeling of the release sometimes. But I refused to fall back into my ways.

Just like a werewolf, I had to control myself.

I decided that the bathroom was the worst place to be, so I walked out. I saw my phone on the bed, and left it.

If I needed it, I knew where it was. I walked downstairs and into the kitchen. Pulling open the fridge, I saw some strawberries and cantaloupe. I loved fruit so much.

I took them out, diced up the cantaloupe, rinsed the strawberries, and then dug in.

I didn't even waste time going to sit down, I just stood at the counter eating. When I was done I washed my sticky hands, and put the plate and everything I used in the dishwasher.

When I was done, I realized the house was quiet, way too quiet.

I grabbed a knife and walked around the house. I am in a cabin in the middle of the woods, the knife is for safety!

"Jordan?" I yelled/asked.

He wasn't on the bottom floor, so I walked cautiously up to the top floor.

"Jordan?" I repeated. I heard no answer.

Walking into every room, I saw nothing. I grabbed my phone from our room and jogged out.

I ran downstairs and sat on the couch. I needed to text Chris, even if he was busy, and tell him that Jordan was MIA (missing in action).

Me - Chris! I know you're busy and all but I cannot find Jordan. Do you have any idea where he is????

I locked my phone and sighed, I am probably freaking out for nothing.

"Looking for Jordan?" I heard from behind me. I froze and looked for the knife I had had. I must've left it upstairs.

Okay, maybe I wasn't freaking out for nothing.

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