A.N/ I am so insanely happy! This story has gotten almost 300 reads! Thank you guys so much! Not proof read
Chapter 7
I awoke on the cement floor. I slowly opened my eyes.
I groaned. I hurt all over. I looked down at my legs. They were red and had dried blood splattered all over them.
Evan seems bipolar.
"Are you okay?" Taylor asked from the cell next to me.
"I hurt all over." I said.
"You have a nasty black eye." She said. My eyes shot open.
"Ugggghhh who does that jerk think he is?" I asked.
"He thinks he's very powerful. Because he is. He's the Alpha of Dustwork pack. "
"Wait, are we in North Dakota?" I asked.
"No, silly." She said.
I looked at her strange.
If we're not in North Dakota, then I guess he brought his whole pack down to my town.
Uggghhh I've got to get out of here!
"How long was I knocked out?" I asked.
"About two days." I shot up.
"Are you serious?"
She laughed a little. "I'm only joking. You were only asleep about 5 hours."
I sighed.
Rob came in and shoved a tray under my cell and one under Taylors cell.
"Eat up. That's the only meal you're going to get." He said then walked off.
I looked at the tray. It looked really gross.
Some kind of stew I think. But it smelt awful. There was a small piece of bread with it.
I looked over at Taylor to see she was scarfing it down. Wow this must be the only meal a day.
I looked at the stew again.
Well, I need my strength.
I slowly brought the spoon to my mouth and took a bite
My eyes started watering. This taste horrible! But I ate the rest anyways. I saved the bread for last and ate it slowly.
"What the hell is this?" I asked Taylor.
"Lizard stew." She said.
I gagged. Poor Lizard.
"Is that what you always get?" I asked.
She shook her head.
"We only get Lizard Stew every other day. On the other days we get fried snake. Which taste a lot better." She said
Stewed Lizards? Fried Snakes? What kind of sickos are these people?
A door opened from somewhere and Nolan came in. "Hey gorgeous." He said to me
I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Would you like a change of clothes?" He asked.
"You- you're offering me a change of clothes?" I asked in shock.
He nodded his head.
"What's the catch?" I asked him.
"I get to dress you." He said with a wink.
"Then no way." I said.
He laughed. "I'm just kidding. You should have seen your face! There us no catch. I bring the clothes to you, and you get changed." He said.
"It's true. He gives us a new pair of clothes per week." Taylor said.
"Okay. Go get them." I Said.
He smiled at me and walked off.
"Why is he being so nice?" I asked Taylor.
She shrugged. "He's always been the nice one. I guess he doesn't like what he does. He once told me he wanted to be a baker. But since his mom married the Alpha he has to do what he says." Taylor told me.
I felt sad for Nolan. He's a nice guy forced to do bad.
Nolan walked in with a t-shirt and a pair if grey sweat pants.
"Here you go. I'll be back in 5 minutes." He said.
"Um, Nolan?" I called.
"Yes, beautiful?"
"How am I supposed to change? I'm chained to the floor."
"Oh right." He came in and unchained me then locked the cell door.
"I'll be back." He said.
I quickly changed into the clothes he had given me. They felt so much better than my dress.
When Nolan came back in he brought us each a glass of water
"April, I have bad news for you. Boss wants to see you again." Nolan said.
I froze.
Oh no. Is he going to hurt me again?
Nolan gave me a sad look then unlocked my cell and led me to the same room as before.
He sat me in the chair and tied me down again.
He leaned down next to me. "I'm sorry." He whispered in my ear.
Nolan really was a nice guy. I wish he could have a life of his own instead of being ruled by his jackass alpha.
He left the room and Evan came in.
"Hello dear. It's about, 9am. I have the perfect idea for today!" He declared.
I stayed silent.
"Aren't you going to ask what it is?" He asked.
I stayed silent.
He walked over to me and grabbed my jaw, he held a knife in the other hand as he slowly sliced along my jaw. I hissedinpain as I felt the blade sluci g into my skin. I could feel the blood run down my jaw.
"Well, ask what it is!" He growled.
"What is it?" I asked.
He pulled away and smiled.
"I'm glad you asked." He chirped happily.
This guy is a freakin' psycho.
And bipolar.
"My plan is to ruff you up, take a picture, make two copies, and send one to your lovely mother and one to your charming mate." He said smiling.
"Just like I did to your dad." He said darkly.
"Where's my dad, you bastard!" I shouted.
He punched me in the jaw, causing me to spit up blood.
"Wouldn't you like to know." He stated.
"That's why I asked the question." I said.
He laughed.
"Your daddy is safe. For now."
"He's alive?" I asked in shock.
"Yes. See this camera?" He asked, pointing to a camera up on the wall.
I nodded.
"It's streaming all this right to your dad." He said.
"Daddy!" I yelled.
Evan laughed.
"He can't save you."
"No, but my mate will. And you'll be sorry!" I shouted.
He pretended to think then picked up his knife again. He trailed it down my cheek, blood running down my face. I shut my eyes tightly in pain. I could feel the cold, sharp blade being dragged along my cheek. A few tears slipped out of my eyes.
He pulled away.
"You're weak." He spat.
I gritted my teeth. "My mate is going to find me. And when he does, your life will be over. I will watch you die a slow and painful death. And then I'll get right in your fface as you're taking your last breath and say 'Payback's a bitch.'" I growled.
He leaned in closer. "So is your mom."
I tried to keep a straight face. Is that his comeback? So is your mom? I couldn't hold it in. I burst out laughing. I laughed, and laughed.
Evan did not like this at all.
"Stop." He said.
I kept laughing.
"STOP LAUGHING AT ME!!!" He screamed, his voice full of anger.
I stopped laughing, but kept the smirk on my lips.
He grabbed a whip from tbe table.
"You're going to pay for laughing at me." He growled darkly.
The smirk on my lips faded.
He raised his hand above his head and brought the whip down in my bare arms. I cried out as my skin screamed at me in pain. Red lines developed on my arms. He hit me again and again until my arms were red with blood. I screamed in pain, tears leaking out of my eyes.
"Are you sorry now?" He asked.
He leaned in to my face.
"Are you sorry?" He asked again.
I spit in his face.
He wiped the spit from his face and put the whip down.
In one swft move his fist connected with my stomach making me groan.
He beat me to a pulp.
After he was dobe he smiled at his work. I could feel the blood running down my face. I ached all over. It hurt to even breathe
He grabbed a camera and snapped a picture.
"I always win." He said as he walked out.
Nolan came in and saw me. He gaped at me.
"Oh shit! April I'm so sorry!" He said. He untied me and brought me back to the cell. He left the chains off because he knew I wouldn't move. It hurt toi much to move
He left and came back with a wet cloth and cleaned the blood from my face.
Then he left.
10 minutes later Rob came in and saw I was not chained up.
"Stupid kid." He muttered under his breath as he walked into tbe cell.
He grabbed my arm roughly and put the chain on it. I screamed in pain.
"Shut up!" He said as he slapped me across my already messed up face.
I groaned.
He out the other chain on my other hand and locked the cell.
"April?" Taylor whispered.
I turned my head, which was a slow painful task.
When she saw how ruffed up I was I saw a tear slip down her cheek.
"That bastard." She said under her breath.
I slowly closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep just to forget about the pain for a little while.
Sleep overtook me and I fell asleep.
A.N/ Poor April. :( What do you think of Nolan? How should he play part in the story? I need ideas!
I'm addicted to writing my story, wondering what's going to happen next! Lol