My Abused Mate

~5~

Warning: This is the last warning in this book. There is a reason I put a mature content label on. Virgin minds can skip after (<<<<)

I was lost in thought. I didn't even realize I was crying until I felt a tear hit my arm.

Why me? I wanted to scream.

I started walking again.

***

By nightfall, I was at the edge of the woods. I saw a town in front of me.

My phone went off.

Christian- Where are you?

Why does he want to know? We had one date, that doesn't mean we're dating or anything.

Does it?

I decided to ignore it.

About five minutes later, it went off again.

Christian- You know I can see when you look at my messages, right? Now, where are you?

Allie- None of your business.

When I said I didn't want anyone knowing where I was, I was serious. Not even Christian.

Christian- Are you okay?

Allie- None of your business.

I couldn't tell him otherwise he'd search for me.

Christian- Are you home?

Allie- No. Leave me alone.

Christian- Love, tell me where you are.

Allie- No!

Hell no! What if he's searching for me? What if my dad is having him search for me?

Christian- Please Allie? I'm worried.

That pissed me off.

Allie- You're just like everyone else! You act like you care then leave, or act like you care then hurt me! I don't want you, Christian! I don't want to be hurt again. Please for the love of God, leave me alone!

I think I made a point. I turned off my phone.

I really like him, but it's fake. I know it. I trust too easily. Today that changes.

**

After walking for another hour, I spotted a motel.

I went in.

A young woman looked up.

"Hi, sweetie. What can I do for you?"

" I need a room." 

She smiled. "Of course, sweetheart. That will be forty dollars."

I pulled out two twenties.

She handed me a key. "Room 16."

"Thank you-" I looked at her name tag. "Kim."

"It's no problem. If you need anything, just call the extension that is posted in your room."

I went to my room and plopped on the bed. I turned on my phone.

12 missed calls, 9 messages.

Two from dad, ten from Christian. 8 messages from Christian, one from dad.

I decided to open Christian's.

First one: Christian- That's completely and utterly untrue. I do care, and I won't hurt you. I just wish you'd understand.

The rest from him were along the lines of "Allie?" or "?" or "Please answer."

I opened the one from dad. What he wrote made my blood run cold.

Dad- When I see you, you're dead. I will make it a slow and painful death. I will first fuck your brains out, slit your wrists, beat the shit out of you, and let you lay there in your own agony.

Love, Dad.

What did I do?

**

The whole night was spent being awake. I was paranoid. I didn't want him to find me.

I looked at my phone and there was one new message from Christian.

Christian- I'm coming to find you.

Shit!

I pulled all of my stuff together and ran out of the room after that.

Right when I walked out, I spotted him.

I ran like mad to get away from dad.

How the hell did he know I was here?

I ran into the woods. I ran as fast as I could.

I stopped for a minute to catch my breath. I sat down by a tree.

I took out of my suitcase a bottle of water. After I caught my breath, I got up and started walking.

From behind the tree came dad.

"I knew I'd find you," he stated.

I wanted to run but I was frozen in fear.

"You really thought you could get away? I have eyes and ears everywhere!" he yelled.

My brain started working again as I remembered his threat.

I started running but didn't get far before I was tackled. I knew it was my dad. He pushed my head into the ground.

I whimpered in pain.

"Did you read the message?"

I nodded.

"Then you know it's your time to die."

Please.

I never knew how much I wanted to die until now.

I don't want to suffer anymore. My whole life had been a lie.

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I didn't even register him taking off my jeans from behind.

I didn't register him enter me.

I didn't register him forcing my mouth open to suck him.

Nothing. I was numb.

(Ight. You good now)

I did, however, notice a silver object and I hissed at the contact it made with my wrists. He slit them. Just like he said. He stabbed my side as well.

Then he beat the shit out of me.

And I layed there in my own agony.

I lied in contentment. This would end my suffering. I can be at peace. With mom.

***

Christian's POV

Something is wrong. Our bond is getting weaker by the second.

She's dying. That has to be it.

God forbid.

"I'm coming baby," I whispered. I just hope I'm not too late. I can't be. That would be too much.