My Two Alphas
Chapter 51
Lucy POV
My head was pounding when I woke up, I wished I didn’t wake up at all, the numbness worn away leaving fear and humiliation. The moment I did everything smashed into me like a tonne of bricks threatening to suffocate me, restricting my ability to breathe. I was never going to escape him, even now when he can’t get to me he still haunts me, still lingers at the edge of my mind. Opening my eyes, I find myself lying beside my mother who is asleep beside me on a bed that resembles my old one. It even has the same matching comforter I had before my room was destroyed. I sit up on one elbow and look around and realize I am in my old room. Everything back to the way it was before I left for school in Avalon City.
It was like I stepped back in time before everything went to shit, a glimpse into my old life, a glimpse of the person I once was. Now though I see my old life differently. Find the darkest parts of it looming over me and I realize how naive and young I truly was nearly a year ago. Pictures of me having fun with Mitchell when we went to the beach, and bowling hung on the walls. Mum had blown those up and framed them. Photos of Rayan and I. Some of Ace and Tyson, it all seemed like a lifetime ago as I spotted each one on the walls.
It's funny how it only takes one thing to ruin your essence. One thing to burn the light out of your soul and dim the spark of life within you. Spending my early childhood in the facility was tough, horrific and a brutal place to grow up in. But once I was freed, I thought that was the end of the suffering. I had hopes and plans and was excited for my future and to experience the world to its fullest. The pictures held hope while I now felt nothing but hopeless and exposed.
for the first time. The way fresh air smelt, how the breeze felt on my skin, the feel of the earth under your bare feet was all new to me and I was ecstatic at my newfound freedom. Sure that place sometimes haunts me still, the memories forever ingrained in my head yet
But Mr Tanner ruined that sense of safety. It took years of counselling and years of occupational therapy during the first few years of my freedom. Even just learning to adjust, that place made me institutionalised and I struggled without the constant routine, always looking over my shoulder and on edge waiting for the doctors to come in and poke and prod us. Then everything went down the drain again, all that time gone
are lurking in the shadows only now I am older and the horrors more real because I knew how dangerous they were. I was at the age where I should be able
biggest monsters are those we put our trust in, those we blindly trust because they swore to protect and teach us. Now looking back, the signs were there.
The way he used to hang around us students, us girls in particular. The way he would help us get away with things and bail us
good teachers, a friend even. An adult that saw us for who we were instead of just pitying the mutated freaks. But I learned everything comes with