Save me

Chapter Twenty-nine

I burst awake with a start, panting like a dog. After my eyes adjusted, I find myself staring into the beady eyes of Mark. "Morning sleepin' beauty. Have a nice nap?"

"Fuck you, asshole." I snap, glaring at him. Before I know it, I'm smacked so hard that my head whips around. I taste blood in my mouth.

"You'll do good as to not speak like that to me. In case you forgot, I'm your master, and you'll do as I fucking say, or face the consequences." Mark says with such venom, I almost wince. Almost.

I am no longer afraid of Mark James.

"Come here, I must tell you something." I whisper, and he foolishly comes closer. "You'll do good as leave me and my fucking daughter alone." I snap, and before I stop myself, I thrust my head against his, knocking him out cold.

Damn I have a hard head.

I try not to focus on the shooting pain in my stomach, which from what our pack doctor said, is the start of my contractions.

Mark's two goons stare at me in shock, before charging at me. I look to my left and spot something amazing- an open window! I use the slight wind draft from the window and used it to blow the various types of hospital tools displayed on a cart into the two men. They drop to he floor. Lifting a sharp scalpel into the air, I carry it over and will it to slice the ratchet straps bounding me to this table.

Trying to ignore the pain of the contractions, which seemed to grow more and more intense by the second, I carefully slide off the bed. I wobble, my feet close to giving out, but the come through for me and keep me upright. I wobble to the open window, but almost cry out when I see that it isn't big enough for me and my baby bump.

"Help! Anyone! Help me!" I shout out the window, but no one comes. Mark groans from on the floor and I smack my head, completely forgetting he was only unconscious and not dead. Yet. He stirs, but doesn't wake. Another contraction hits, and I groan.

I look out the window again to find that it has started to rain. Perfect. All I need to do is summon a lightning strike, and I could be home free. I think about a bolt of energy striking the wall of this seemingly small stone house, turning it to crumbles. Nothing happens.

I try and try to focus, but the fear of Mark waking up was enough to keep me thinking about anything other than being caught. I close my eyes, imagining the very thing I want to happen.

'Remember, emotions can control your powers, you just have to learn to command it and use it for good.' I remember Cody telling me, and suddenly, I wasn't scared anymore.

I think about how Mark abused me for years, planning to use me to create an evil army. I think about how he made me feel like I was nothing, and that I was never gonna be good for anything. I think about how I might never get to see Blake or my sweet baby because of this asshole, and then I hear it.

Crack!

The entire house was gone, disintegrated into nothing. Mark screamed, now awake and seemingly on fire. Wonderful. I scream in joy, jumping out of the pile of ashes and dash away from the house. I try to link Blake, but the medicine was still in affect.

A giant contraction rips through my uterus, and I cry out, falling to the ground. I scream and scream, hoping that someone, anyone, would hear me. I then remember the condition I had left him in, and cry out again. He didn't even know where I was. The pain starts to take over my body, as well as the contractions, and something hits me.

I was going to die out here in the woods. Without giving birth to my child. She would die too.

I would die without seeing my mate standing next to me telling me he'll see me in the other world.