Ten
Aly
My father steps through the door first, which is unfortunate. When it comes to hunters, the females are stronger and I could have used the element of complete surprise against my mother.
Not wasting the opportunity, I execute a perfect round house kick to his temple. My father goes down like a bag of bricks, out cold.
“Jack! What the hell?” My mom sounds confused, but she still comes around the corner prepared. She’s in a fighting stance, facing off against me.
“Aly what the hell are you doing?” She demands.
“I need to get out of here mom. You can’t keep me here. It doesn’t have to be like this, we don’t need to fight,” I try to reason with her. If she would help me escape like a real mother, we could avoid a lot of issues. Actually, if she hadn’t brought me here we would have no issues.
“You can’t leave. I don’t know what those boys brainwashed you with, but they are not your mates! Hunters don’t have mates! We are trying to help you.” She sounds like she actually cares but if she’s going to keep me locked up and drugged I’m not going to believe her.
At no point did she try to reason with me or talk about what happened. She let the hunters take control of the situation because she trusts them more than me.
“They are mymates,mom. You need to believe me,” I demand.
Her eyebrows draw together in confusion before she gives me soft eyes in pity. Fuck that!
I strike while she’s confused, throwing a jab for her jugular. She easily blocks me before aiming a kick at my head. I roll away at the last second, avoiding a knockout exactly like my dad’s.
She’s not pulling punches, so I can’t either.
I go to swipe her legs out from under her, but she twists away. She is the person who trained me, so it would stand to reason that she knows all my moves. But, lucky for me, my mates are protective, and they also trained me, giving me moves she knows nothing about.
She’s backing towards the door, clearly trying to get away and lock me back up in here. I can’t let that happen, I’ve completely lost the element of surprise if she warns anyone.
“Why did you drug me?” I ask, trying to draw her attention to my face and away from my movements.
She might actually feel bad for a minute but it quickly fades.
“You would have been difficult. The elders believed it was better for you to be compliant. They didn’t want anything like this happening and clearly they were right.”
Fuck these elders. Shouldn’t they be patient and wise. They should want to know about my situation, to learn from it. Clearly they just want the status quo to continue.
“You drugged me! I’m your daughter and you drugged me you psycho!” I restrain myself from screaming but just barely.
A small part of me is glad I got this moment to tell my mom how insane I think this whole situation is. But most of me wants to get out of here and back to my mates.
I pounce, aiming for her throat with my hands. Predictably, she ducks and like Jeremy taught me, I tackle her to the ground instead.
I don’t have long before she retaliates. I know hunters heal quickly, otherwise I don’t think I could do this to the woman I call mom. I punch her in the temple, knocking her out cold.
I scramble off her. “Sorry mom.”
I quickly search her and my dad. I find the key card in her back pocket but no weapons. I guess they took precautions, not bringing weapons in to visit the prisoner. It’s inconvenient but at least they didn’t completely under estimate me.
They’ve been bringing me clothes every couple of days and taking advantage of my high to make me dress in them. At least that means my clothes aren’t disgusting, otherwise I’m sure I would stand out even more. My parents are dressed in regular clothes like mine so hopefully that means everyone is.
I listen at the door but I don’t hear anyone in the hall. Doesn’t mean they aren’t there, just that they aren’t being loud. I scan the key card and the door clicks open.
I peek my head out the door to check the hallway. I don’t see anyone, so I step into the hall before shutting the door behind me. It automatically locks, trapping my parents inside. That should stop them from alerting anyone until I’m long gone.
Right outside the door are my parent’s weapons. I guess they never thought I would get out of the room. I pick up the smaller scabbard and sword, putting it on my own back. It must be my mom’s compared to the larger one next to it. I quickly unlock the door to toss my dad’s sword inside. I don’t want anyone to see it sitting here and getting suspicious.
Now the moment of truth, which way to go to get out of here. I think, but I am not certain, that my parents went right to show me the facility. So I think left is my best bet.
