Running from yourself

Chapter three

Through the cracks in the curtains beams of sunlight were beginning to shine through. I had watched TV all night, not wanting to sleep in my kidnapper's room voluntarily. It was the little bit of resistance I could out up really.

Feeling dirty, I stretched out my arms before heading into the bathroom on the other side of the room. In the mirror I saw someone else, a savage girl from the wild. My blonde hair which was once dead straight now had the volume of a lion's mane, twigs and leave adding to it's size.

Sighing lightly I began to running my fingers through it. This wasn't the best way to start of my first proper day in captivity but oh well; it could be much worse.

Briefly considering a shower, I walked out the room and back in front of the TV.

Call me disgusting but I'm not gonna wash myself to please them.

After about an hour a young girl, maybe fourteen, came into the room. She looked wary but came close anyway.

Now would be the perfect time to try something.

"Um.. I've been sent by the Alpha to give you these. He-e thought you might need some hygiene stuff or just someone to talk to."

Raising one eyebrow I gave her my best 'are you serious' look, and even I'm surprised that she didn't make a motion to leave. I guess she's more scared of them than me.

If she is meant to stay with me then they probably have someone on the door. Other wise they're really stupid.

I took the bundle of towels and soaps out of the girl's arms and placed them down on the bed before motioning for her to join me on the sofa. I turned down the volume on the TV before turning to face her fully.

"Why didn't this 'alpha' guy come himself?" I could visibly see how uncomfortable the girl was around me but didn't care, I wouldn't be here for long.

"He had to go to a meeting, but he said he would be back shortly," she whispered, barely audible. I sighed and put on a smile to get her relaxed, other wise I'd never get answers out of her.

"My name's Delila, Lilly for short. What's yours?"

The girl fiddled with her fingers, classic sign of anxiety, before replying, "Raven."

The name did fit her well, she had jet black hair and pale skin, looked light as a feather with no extra meat on her bones. Light freckles speckled her face and up close I began doubting my judgement of her age: her body looked quite young but her face seemed mature, worn even. But maybe that was just the pressure she was under by being in the same room as someone who could snap her neck at any given time.

"Alright right then Raven, there are some things I need you to straighten out for me....."

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Two hours later Raven and I were gossiping like we had been best friends forever. She was actually only a few months younger than me but had the mind of an evil genius.

No seriously she kept having to warn me where not to step since she had laid traps for Callum.

Oh yeah and I found out the names of the people I saw, plus that they all lived together in this massive house. Blondy is called Jake, but I think blondy is better suited to him. He is the beta whatever that means and Callum, the guy's room I'm in, is this alpha. Raven did tell me some others but U wasn't really listening, I've been planning my escape since she got in here.