The rise of the White Widow

"Oh darling, don't be afraid"

⚠️Trigger warning for the whole chapter⚠️

Alex's pov

I should have known it from the start. I should have realized that it was too good to be true. Yet, here I am, walking alone in the darkness, my body aching with each step I take. The cold surrounds me like a hungry predator, and I shiver uncontrollably from the chill.

All I'm wearing is my bra and underwear, and the biting cold pierces my skin without mercy. My teeth chatter as I try to make sense of where I am. My breath escapes my lips in white puffs, disappearing into the night just like my hope.

Jack. He was supposed to be someone I could trust. But he took off with my car, leaving me stranded in this seemingly endless darkness miles away from anything familiar. To make matters worse, my phone is gone, probably still sitting on the passenger seat of my stolen car.

The wide expanse before me is nothing but a desolate void. The bare trees sway eerily overhead, their skeletal branches scratching at the sky like bony fingers clawing for freedom. Panic rises in my chest as I realize that I'm utterly lost and alone.

"Fuck!" I yell out into the empty night, swallowed by frustration and anger, "Why is my life so fucked up?"

In an attempt to channel some of my pent-up rage, I pick up a rock that had been hiding in the shadows beneath a nearby shrub. Clenching it tightly in my fist for a moment, I throw it as hard as I can into the darkness ahead of me, listening to it clatter away until its noise is swallowed by silence.

As childish as it may seem, throwing that rock provides me with a fleeting moment of relief, one tiny act of rebellion against this cruel twist of fate that has left me here in this godforsaken place.

Determined not to be defeated by despair, I reach down and find another rock, even bigger than the first. Mustering all my strength, I hurl it as far as I can manage. It, too, disappears into the dark nothingness.

Now that I've released some of my anger, I realize that standing still won't get me anywhere. Though worn out and afraid, I press on through the darkness, one step at a time.

As if my day couldn't get any worse, the sky suddenly opens up, and a downpour ensues. The cold raindrops sting my eyes as they hit my face and mix with the blood oozing from my bruised nose. I stagger forward a few more steps, but the pain is too much. I collapse, using a tree trunk to support my limp body. My heart races and I struggle to catch my breath and remain calm. They may call me Dreycov's best widow, but damn, I feel so weak in this moment.

"Damn you, Jack!" I scream into the stormy night.

Suddenly, I'm blinded by the bright beams of an approaching car's headlights. Panicking, I attempt to stand up and flee but stumble under my own weight. In frustration and fear, I yell out as the car comes to a halt not too far from me. The driver's door slams open and a man steps out, it could only be Jack.

As he notices me cowering in the shadows of the tree, a wicked smile spreads across his face as he walks closer. My heart races faster with every step he takes.

"Oh darling, don't be afraid," he taunts mockingly, "I'm just here to blow off some steam before leaving you alone"

"Go away!" I shout back while trying to sound strong, but fatigue washes over me.

Ignoring my plea, Jack nonchalantly saunters over until he's standing above me. With a swift movement, he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks it back painfully. Wincing in agony, I try to wriggle free from his grasp but can't seem to break loose.

"Aww, are you scared of me?" He chuckles condescendingly. "I suppose I can be quite frightening"

Despite the pain, I force out a scoff. "That's adorable! You really think your scary. But honey I've seen scary and you aint got his smile"

⚠️Major trigger warning, a tad bit in detail of r@pe⚠️

Ignoring my comment, he starts to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants. I let out a defeated sigh, knowing all too well what's about to happen. As he pulls down my underwear, I resign myself to the situation, understanding that struggling would be pointless. I look up at him, rolling my eyes in exasperation.

He forcefully pushes me onto the cold ground and climbs on top of me. As I lie there and stare into the pitch-black night, he roughly begins licking my neck. The feeling of familiarity stings just as much as his actions. My focus remains solely on the darkness above, so much so that I don't even register when he enters me or when another car pulls up nearby.

It's only when I hear the sound of heavy footsteps rapidly approaching that I snap out of my trance. Suddenly, someone wrenches Jack off of me and delivers a solid punch to his face. Startled by the whole situation, I flinch when another figure approaches me.

Using the last of my energy, I manage to pull myself up and stagger back towards the tree where this all began before collapsing once more. With caution, the mysterious person continues to approach me. My voice fails me as I try to shout out in alarm.

"It's okay! It's me, Nat!" a familiar voice calls out.

Hearing her voice brings relief flooding through my body. As Nat comes closer, she speaks gently, offering reassurance and comfort.

"You're safe now," she soothes as she makes her way over to help me up from the ground.

My breaths come in short, rapid gasps as I nervously glance up at her.

"I'm going to pick you up," she announces gently.

Panic surges through me, and I frantically shake my head. This is the worst possible time for my hatred to physical touch to kick in.

"No!" I cry out, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you," Nat reassures me, her tone soothing and calm.

Despite her comforting words, I continue shaking my head as I struggle to hold back tears. My body trembles with fear and weakness, and I feel utterly lost, unsure what to do or say.

"Hon, I know you're not comfortable being touched at a time like this," Nat acknowledges softly, "But I really need to carry you to the car"

I hesitantly bite my lip, the tightness of uncertainty threatening to choke me. Finally, with great reluctance, I give a tentative nod. Nat carefully wraps her arms around me and lifts me into the air, my body tenses as she supports me. Delicately cradling me in her arms, she transports me over to the car and gently lays me down on the front passenger seat.

Curled up into a tight ball on the seat, I raise my tear-filled eyes towards her gaze, feeling painfully hollow inside. This sensation is all too familiar for me, it's an emptiness born from shutting down all emotions, an old defense mechanism I've come to rely upon over the years. (Me to Alex, me to)

As she climbs into the driver's seat, I can't help but watch her intently. With a gentle smile, she reaches over to the back seat and grabs a thick, soft blanket. Carefully, she spreads it across my legs, covering my exposed body. I feel the comforting warmth of the blanket embracing me, bringing a slight sense of relief. The blanket is incredibly cozy, and I can't help but snuggle into it as much as possible.

Nat turns the ignition, bringing the car to life with a low hum, and guides us away from the side of the road. I can't help but notice her frequently looking in my direction with concern in her eyes. All the while, I do my best to remain as still as I can, biting back tears and not allowing her to see how vulnerable I feel in this situation.

The silence inside the car is deafening until Nat finally speaks up, "The boys have your car now," she informs me softly, "They're on their way to take Nick to the police station. You should have seen their faces, it took everything in them not to kill him"

Despite her attempt at reassurance, my voice refuses to come out. An eerie silence engulfs us once more as we continue driving down the stretch of road.

As minutes pass by like hours, Nat reaches over and touches my hand gently, "You're going to be okay," she whispers tenderly, "We're all here for you"

Tears begin to well up behind my eyes, but still none fall, unwilling to let anyone see my pain just yet.