The Alpha - Arianna Green (FULL 50 Chapter)

 

"Violet, calm down. You're a good girl, it's fine- I didn't mean it like that," 

"No, p...please..." I whispered and he got off of my hips, pulling me to him. 

"Flower...shh. It's okay, I didn't mean it like that," he told me, rubbing my arms delicately. 

"I'm a g-good girl" I hiccuped in his arms. 

"Yes, my Flower. Yes, you are," he whispered, slowly bringing us down and laying with me crying in his arms. 

Once I calmed down, I pulled away from him, but he settled me before I could get far. 

"Violet, I don't want you cutting yourself." 

I sniffled, "a-are you g-going to s-send me to Alpha C-Chris?" I feared his answer, shaking at the thought of it. 

"No, my Flower, I'm not ever going to let him touch you," his voice stern, "and you don't call him Alpha, he's not you Alpha." 

I lost hope. 

Chris told me two days ago that Benlyam knew our exact address. That means fifteen days without Benlyam, fourteen days with Alpha Chris. 

I don't even want to go back to him. He hurt me. 

It felt so hazy to me and I could barely piece together what I saw and felt, but he hurt me. He was probably scheming away with Chris on all of this. He wanted me 

gone. He didn't care about our baby or me, he wanted his hoes. 

Now, it didn't make complete sense. Because in my mind the order was: Chris said something about luring Benlyam here, Benlyam came and screwed me while digging in my hips, and then Chris said something about the address. 

...That didn't seem right... 

...But I had bloody claw marks on my hips... 

I have to leave this place. Chris was going to kill me. He wasn't letting me heal at all. He never had before but he gave me a day between everything, it was at least something. He was barely waiting hours now. 

My baby was at stake. 

...Ours... 

Benlyam wasn't coming, I couldn't wait around because it would die and I would kill myself. I wouldn't fail this time around. I couldn't stand the thought of the baby dying, even if I was only a few days along. 

I've never thought of motherhood because for the longest time Chris was the one raping me and I never thought of having his kids. That was disgusting and I would feel so bad to bring a child to that. Anyone but him. 

Except this baby was Benlyam's, and I like him, well, liked. He hurt me and I don't want to see him again. I wanted to give this baby a great life because mine wasn't too good and I didn't want him or her to endure the same thing. 

Sage was so ungodly weak. She didn't even respond to me. She couldn't. I felt her disconnecting, slowly dying. I would die. Truthfully, I didn't care about that. I cared about my unborn child developing inside me. 

...Because it was mine and Benlyam's... 

I needed to stop, but I became so attached to him, I couldn't help it. But I still missed him and it hurt. A headache was constantly banging in my head from being separated from him. 

I missed Benylam and I missed Hannah. I wished we had hung out more, I missed how nice and accepting she was towards me. 

I glanced at my abdomen. There was a small bump forming. To me, it was growing fast, but I didn't know anything about pregnancy. I always felt tired, more than I did 

after Chris had his moments with me. 

...Alright, listen baby. We'll get out of here. I promise you. We'll go somewhere far where no one can hurt us. I'm sorry but we can't go to your father, I'll love you enough for both. I'll never let anything hurt you. I swear... 

I'm leaving. My baby needed medical attention, I needed to make sure it was okay. 

My scalp was throbbing from Chris. A few moments ago he came in here and raped me. He flipped me on my stomach, pulling my hair while he violated me. To flip me over he had to untie one of my hand restraints. 

It was loose. My wrists were slimmer, from the rope, the cuts, the blood, and the new diet. 

And he left one of his knives. It fell out of his bag but he never came back to pick it up. 

...Okay, Violet, be a woman! It's not just about you, you have a baby!... 

We all have to learn independence at one point in our lives. 

I lifted my vision to my wrist. I took a deep breath as my hands started to wiggle on the rope. 

...Come on... 

I tried to yank my hand but all I got was pain. I gasped out as my numb fingers twiddled with the knot. I yanked again. I kept repeating the notions. 

...Please, for the love of the Moon Goddess!... 

I yanked and cried out. My wrist slipped out with the fresh blood to help. I almost screamed. 

...Thank you, thank you, thank you!... 

Okay, next wrist. You can do this, do it for your baby! I pulled myself over and grabbed the rope drenched in my blood. This one hasn't been undone yet. It was excruciating. I was rushing because I was scared he would come back and see me trying to escape and hurt my fetus. 

Tears were coming down in heaps and I willed myself to stop crying. I needed to stop being a freaking child. 

'Keep crying about everything.' 

'I hope he kills your kid so it doesn't have a shit mother.' 

I gritted my teeth. I didn't need them. I would be the best mother I could be, I would get out of here and start a life for ourselves! It felt like it took forever but I finally managed to loosen the knot enough so I could slip out. 

My hand immediately went to my bump. 

"I-it's o-okay," I mouthed. I was dehydrated and I felt like I would faint. 

Grunting, I hauled myself up, a headache immediately followed. I quickly bit my lips so I wouldn't cry out and bring attention to myself. It burned. My back was screening at the top of her lungs. It hurt so much, pure agony. 

My hands started working on the restraint in my ankles. Once I freed my legs, I pulled up the pants that still hung there, they were covered in my blood. Deep purple rings were on my ankles, they were cut and slightly bloodied from being tied up. 

...Okay, you got this... 

'You really don't.' 

'Just let him kill you.' 

I frowned. 

... You're doing this for your baby, ignore them!... 

I had nothing to cover my chest, but at the moment I didn't care. The old shirt just stayed around my shoulders, the rest stuck in blood against my back. I had one goal on my mind. I pulled my legs over the traumatizing bed and tried to stand up but I immediately fell on the floor. 

I gasped out as I landed on my forearms, his name carved into my skin was too sensitive. I clamped my eyes shut as I told myself to suck it up and keep it together. 

...Get up, Violet! Now is not the time!... 

I bit my chapped lips. My shaky hands reached out to the knife on the ground, it was still coated with my blood. Disgusting. I attempted to get up again but only fell back down. 

...Stop wasting time! Crawl!... 

I huffed and crawled on my hands and knees to the door. The palms were burning and I was thankful the knife in the other didn't hurt too much. I supported myself on my knees as I grabbed the door handle. 

My breathing was already ragged. My free hand rubbed my bump. 

...It's gonna be okay... 

'No, it won't.' 

'He'll kill Benlyam, and then your baby, and then you.' 

I took a sharp breath as a fierce pain shot through my stomach and my migraine screamed at the voices. 

I tried to turn the handle but my hand slipped off- it was too weak to move it. Like when you wake up and your hands still need to wake up, so you can't really do much. 

.Sage, if you're there, please do something. We'll get help soon... 

I took a deep breath as I tried to turn it. My wrist was on fire. 

('Violet...') 

Sage's presence was so weak and her voice was feebly faint. But I managed to open the door. 

...Thank you, Sage, I love you so much... 

I wanted to cry from joy, but I wasn't nearly done. I didn't know where to go. I crawled out of the room and looked around the corner. Just as I was about to go that way, I heard shouting. I shook and turned the other way. 

Shoot. 

Shoot. 

...Shoot... 

My knees hurt. The pants were giving me a burn from the wooden floors, they kept snagging. I was breathing heavily. I needed to calm down and think straight or else I'd cause a life to be lost. 

The yelling continued and I crawled faster. My arms wanted to snap and there were times they buckled and I almost collapsed. I wasn't sure what was pushing me, but I was able to keep myself up. 

Maybe it was because my child's life was on the line or maybe Sage was present. Whatever it was, I was beyond grateful. 

The shouting became more prominent and I felt my heart leap. I needed to hide out somewhere because I heard whoever it was. I rounded another corner and found 

an entrance to a closet. It was dark. 

I crawled to the corner and sat down. I tried to rest but the moment my back came in contact with the wall a stinging sensation covered my body like ants on sugar. I whimpered and shut my eyes. 

I painfully sat, clutching my knife for dear life. Footsteps pounding the hallways, they shook the walls. 

...Touch my baby and I'll fucking kill you... 

'What are you going to do?' 

I heard Chris yell out something and I stopped breathing for a second. The steps came closer and I was ready to crawl in a hole and die. Give up. But I refuse to have my baby die when it could have a prosperous life. I would never let harm come to its way. 

My senses focused as the footsteps slowed down. Stalking. I clutched the knife tighter as I swallowed. 

...I was dehydrated... 

Stop worrying about yourself! Focus! 

A figure jolted in the doorway. I froze for a second, Sage groaned in my mind. They came closer and I caught sight of his face. 

...Benlyam... 

"Violet?" his deep voice asked. He reached out for me and my free hand wrapped around my stomach protectively. 

"Get a-away!" I screamed at him. My voice cracked and my tonsils strained. That hurt but I ignored the pain and jolted the knife put as a warning. 

His eyes flashed pure pain. He saw my arm around my stomach and bit his lips. 

"Violet, calm down, honey." He spoke calmly as he inched towards me. 

"Get!" I warned again and went to lightly reach for my arm but I slashed his hand. He hissed and pulled back, a small, thin blood trail on his hand. 

"Honey," he strained, "put down the knife. I'm not going to hurt you," he pleaded. 

He went to grab the knife and I grunted, trying to hit him again but he knocked the knife out of my hand and it clinked on the ground. 

No! No! 

I bit my lip as I looked at him with wide, fearful eyes. 

"Violet, come-" he kneeled down to me so he would appear less intimidating, "just come here, honey. I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help." 

...He already hurt me... 

Numerous times too! He slapped me, choked me, belittled me, and cut me with his claws! 

...Get the fuck away!... 

He shut his eyes and rubbed his temple. "Violet..." he went to grab my arm from my stomach and I scooted back, repulsive. 

"Don't touch m-my baby!" I screeched at him, my tonsils felt like snapping. 

His mouth dropped open at 'my baby'. The next moment happened so fast. 

Benlyam reached out to grab my body and I screamed so loud that my voice cut off. My nails elongated into claws and I scratched at his arms as he grabbed me. He instinctively growled in response to the marks. 

He pulled my chest to his as I kept marking him. He picked me up and I made sure to keep an arm around my stomach at all times. He started walking out and grabbed my wrists to stop clawing at him because I was hurting myself. 

I silently gasped when he gently grabbed me, he came in direct contact with my open cicatrices. 

"Fuck," he swore and I flinched as I struggled against him. I was light-headed, I was tired. "Violet, stop it!" he scolded me gently. 

He was walking quickly and I kept pushing against him but he held me steady. He briskly left the building and direct sunlight shined on me. I clasped my eyes together as I whimpered against Benlyam. 

I pulled on my wrist in his hand and he pulled it back up lightly, he was making sure I wouldn't get hurt. Jokes on him, I already hurt myself in the process. 

He yelled out some orders and tears started to cloud my vision. I was placed in the back of a van and the doors immediately closed and I crawled out of Benlyam's lap. He grabbed my hips to pull me back and I cried out. 

...He did claw me, I didn't imagine that!... 

He grabbed me in the exact spot where I was injured. 

"Violet, I didn't touch you," he murmured as he carefully pulled me up and my eyes landed on two female figures in scrubs. One looked familiar but I couldn't put a 

name to her. I crawled back and was met with the door. 

I felt claustrophobic as they neared me with their hands raised. There was no way out. My arms wrapped around my bump as tears clouded my eyes. 

"P-please don't h-hurt m-my b-baby!" I pleaded, my voice was so broken, I could barely hear myself. 

"Shh, Violet. They won't hurt you," Benlyam whispered to me as he went to reach for me but I shrunk back. 

I was more concerned about covering my stomach than my exposed breasts. I frantically looked at the two women. The familiar one nodded. 

They came closer and I had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. They lightly grabbed me and put some water to my lips. I sobbed as they started to treat some of my wounds. I wanted to keep my hand around my belly but they wanted to help Alpha's label. 

My head spun. I was too overwhelmed. I was tired and starved and tortured. 

My eyes rolled back as my body started to fall. I heard Benlyam shout my name right before I slipped completely. Maybe this is how I die. 

...I'm sorry baby. I would've given you everything...