Ripped from her life as an orphan and thrown into the confines of an insane asylum, Amelia breaks and becomes the monster everybody says she is, revelling in the fear she insights. At least, that is until she learns that she's not the only Big Bad w...
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"...The moon will always get her way." Those were the words that broke through the darkness, almost like a light in an empty hall. Though unlike a light those words did not fill me with the hope of salvation that I had tried so hard to find.
Though I guess that was why. I had tried to hard to have something...anything. That it left me with nothing at all.
I had nothing except the dull ache in my heart and the blood that would never wash from my hands.
I opened my eyes to a blinding light, and a throbbing in my head.
I sat up slowly, pressing my palm to my forehead. "Fuck." I grunted.
The two males did not break eye contact. The two Alphas that mattered most to me. One more than the other, my heart tugging me towards one that I wouldn't like to admit.
It was him. It had always been him.
It was wrong, it shouldn't be. We were freaks. Freaks of nature.
The ones that slipped out from underneath the Goddess's watchful eye.
"I should go, Rosalie is waiting for me."
Hades glared daggers at Marcus's back as he left. He was jealous. He was furious. He wasn't however surprised.
He wasn't stupid either, I knew that he would figure t out sooner or later, it was just a matter of time.
"You... and him..." He growled, not quite able to voice his anger. "You fucked him didn't you!"
I hated how much it hurt me when he said that. It shouldn't have, I shouldn't have cared. I wouldn't have cared before, what was so different now.
"Hades, you don't un-" I started, I tried to stand but I couldn't, my head spun and my vision swam in and out of focus.
"What Amelia! What don't I understand!" He roared, his eyes turning glassy and his fists itching to bury them selves in Maria's flesh.
"It's not like that!.. We're not like that!" I scrambled for words, I didn't know what to say. Because the truth was I didn't know what we were. I didn't know anything. I didn't even know what Hades meant to me let along someone else.
But the truth was it was exactly what he feared. Maybe the reason I had no words was because I didn't think I could handle the look in his eyes if I told him. If I told him that yes, everything he had feared was true. That he was alone in this world. Just as alone as I was.
"Don't try to tell me you two haven't slept together!" He turned his back to me, grabbing his hair in his hands and letting out a frustrated cry. "For fucks sake Amelia! Answer me!"
"Hades, please lis-"
He spun around. Red eyes burning into mine like wildfire. A fire that lit a flame within me, burning somewhere within me chest. Somewhere that ached much more than any bruise or cut ever could.
"Have you!"
Something horrid clawed at my eyes and throat, I held back the tears that threatened to spill. I couldn't cry.
I couldn't bear to tell him the truth. But the truth was what he wanted, what he craved, and without it...He would go insane.
"Yes."
One word. One word was all it took for all my ways to come crashing down. One word, three letters. One look. A single tear.
That was all it took to destroy me, completely and utterly.
A lone droplet of despair crawled down Hades' cheek.
I broke apart before him. My legs went first, buckling beneath me and sending my knees slamming into the cold stone floor.
"I'm so sorry."
That was all I could say.
It wasn't supposed to hurt like this. It wasn't supposed to hurt at all. I wasn't supposed to care, to feel.
Now I was weak and submissive. But for once nobody seemed to care.
Where had I gone wrong, where had I been lead astray, when had I let myself become attached.
My first mistake was ever leaving the asylum. I only had myself to blame.
"You're not sorry. You never were." His voice was little more than a whisper, almost inaudible. "I can't be around you anymore."
The door shut with an echoing thud.
I was alone. I had no one.
I slammed my palms against the stone floor until my fingers were bloody and raw. I turned over the beds and tore apart the pillows. I threw my fists into the mirrors and windows until the shards of broken glass cut my feet, leaving bloody footprints.
I screamed and cried until they came for me. The men.
They carried me out with white gloved hands.
"Are you taking me back?" I slurred through the years, my vision was blurred and distorted, but no one replied.
Take me back. Back to where it all began. Back to the asylum.
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