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CHAPTER 3- GLASS SHARDS

I Yelp as he twists his hands around my wrist and a sickening crack echoes around, I scream in agony. "Why are you doing this?" He doesn't respond, he just punches me.

I jerk up and claw at my throat for air, I fall off the bed and crawl to the door gasping for air. Reaching up I twist the handle, it opens and I crawl out sucking in harsh breaths.

Everyday is a nightmare, why does it have to be so hard? It's like I'm drowning in need for a fresh breath of air but it never comes to me. Have I done something wrong to deserve all this? I get on my knees and cling to the wall as I stand up, "you're worthless."

My vision becomes blurry and I crash into the wall, I trip and fall down the stairs loudly. This isn't my day at all. "You're ugly!" I clutch my head.

"Why do you follow me everywhere!?" I yell, I lean against the kitchen bench and the glass falls off breaking into tiny pieces.

I cough and wheeze, "just give up Lily. Kill your self," I close my eyes tightly and another glass breaking sound echoes. He's everywhere, alpha Jones follows me in all places; he can never disappear from my life like he's said.

"GO AWAY!" I yell, "you're not real," I chant.

I hear thumping then a curse, "Lily," someone growls.

With frantic eyes I look at alpha Knight, "stop him, please!" I shout. I can imagine him thinking I'm crazy, he furrows his eyebrows and looks to where I'm pointing. Why can he not see alpha Jones?

"No ones here," he says tiredly.

"He is! Look!" I say and alpha Jones laughs evilly.

"You deserve a punishment Lily," alpha Jones says.

Tingles erupt all through my arms settling me down, "Lily," I look into the eyes of my mate. I blink, my mate is really here; I have a mate.

"A-alpha Knight."

He growls, "stop calling me that. You're my mate, you call me Luca," he says. My eyes widen in surprise and I nod quickly, obeying his instructions.

"O-okay Luca."

"No ones here, you're alright. Now go back to bed," he instructs. I nod and squeal when I step on a shard of glass. He curses and I stay still not wanting to get more glass in my feet, I groan closing my eyes, he lifts me bridal style. He sits me on the laundry sink and gets out the first aid equipment. He gets the tweezers and lifts my leg to inspect my foot, "this might hurt," he mutters.

He pulls out the glass and I groan, he pulls out each piece until they are all gone and I sigh in relief.

My eyes close tiredly and I slouch, he sighs and lifts me up carrying me up stairs.

He puts me in my bed then walks to the door, I feel his eyes on me then I hear the door close.

~~

The sun streams down on my face and the soft bed keeps me at comfort, my feet ache.

I turn my head and look at the time, it shows 11 am. I sit up and put my feet softly on the wooden floor, I instantly retract them when pain soars through my feet.

Someone knocks on my door. "Come in," an elderly man walks in with a brief case and equipment.

"Hello Luna, I'm doctor Lewis. Alpha Knight wanted me to check on your feet and bruises," I nod and remove the blankets.

He surveys my feet and gets out alcohol, cotton balls, tweezers and Neosporin which is an antibiotic for cuts and apparently keeps the surface moist and prevents disinfection. I would know because I did my research, that was the only thing I could do. Plus, I needed to keep my wounds clean and tend to them whenever they got hurt. If I didn't clean them they would become infected and wouldn't heal, which isn't a good thing; it's painful and takes forever to heal. It's a curse how I heal slowly compared to other wolves.

"Your feet are infected they need to be cleaned," he says softly.

He uses some water to clean my feet and cleans around the wound with soap, but doesn't let the soap make contact with the wound.

Doctor Lewis presses a cotton bud to the alcohol and tips it so it pours on the cotton bud, he uses the tweezers to hold the cotton and dabs it on my feet gently.

Grabbing the Neosporin he applies a thin layer gently, then he covers the wounds with a bandage.

I yelp in surprise when the alcohol meets a very sensitive wound, he does the same process on my left that he did with my other foot. Luca walks in the room and glares at doctor Lewis.

"What are you doing?" He hisses.

The elderly man pays no heed to Lucas tone, "Luca you know I have to clean her feet, they are infected," Luca growls angrily.

"You're hurting my mate."

"It is not my intention but they will get worse if they aren't cleaned. She's all bandages up now, her bruises they are bad but they will heal within a day or two."

"Okay," Luca mutters and walks out not wanting to see my pained face.

"There you are Luna," he smiles. He then collects his things, bows and walks out.

Then I hear him shout, "stay off your feet! I will tell Luca what needs to be done," I huff and roll on my side. I've never had people tend to my wounds. It's always been me helping myself, this is all so new. So refreshing. The kind act makes my heart warm.

I twirl a loose strand off the cover around my finger and turn my head when I hear someone coming. I look at the handsome man in confusion, he just gives me a smile. "Hello Luna," I give him a timid smile not responding.

He clears his throat and I watch him aware fully, "I'm your body guard," I nod. Bodyguard? The thought makes me feel safer, but not safe enough. People have never cared about me and whether I'm dead or alive, so this has all come as a shock to me.

He gives me one last smile and walks out of the room, closing the door gently behind him. Well that was a bit awkward, but sometimes silences are just peaceful. Like when you're driving in a car with someone you love and everything's silent as you look at the passing scenery, I remember mum and dad taking my brother and I out for drives like that. They were the best ones yet.

~~

I wake up a couple of hours later, my feet throbbing. Tears build in my vision and I shut them tightly, the tears rolling down my cheeks.

I sit up putting my feet on the ground, I feel useless. I don't like that, my own mate doesn't even care for me. 'He does care, he wouldn't have been worried about you before if he hadn't cared,' Celeste says, easing my worries. Luca is a very intricate person, on minute he will be all worried then the next he won't even look at you.

Sighing I stand up but drop to the ground when pain erupts in my feet, I crawl to the shower. Tiredly, I start the shower still on my knees and strip, I crawl in the shower and peel off my bandages.

I close my eyes once seeing my red feet with tiny marks all on them, I get a wash cloth and put it under the water.

With shaking hands, I bring the wash cloth to my feet and put it on it then I hiss out in pain. The stinging stays there, letting me remember what happened last night.

I lean my head against the shower wall and pull back my hair gliding my fingers through it.

About 10 minutes later turn off the shower and open the door grabbing a towel. I pull the towel around me and crawl out awkwardly and slouch when reaching my bed.

I look out of the window and see its night and raining, rain has always brought me peace.

It was always my anchor I guess.

That's weird, I know trust me. That's why I don't tell anybody, they will judge me as per usual.

I unwrap the towel from my body and look at my body in disgust, I'm ugly.

I get changed and rub my eyes tiredly.

Somehow I crawl up into my bed with struggle and pull the covers over me, I look out the window as the lightening flashes with a big crack.

I guess I love storms because it lets me know that even the sky screams some times.

I'm not the only one who screams

The sky can scream too

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