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ALANA
Distant, deep rumbling voices float to my ears as the darkness that has held me in its clutches finally begins to release me.
My body is heavy, my limbs aching like I’ve run a marathon, but they’ve got nothing on my pounding head.
Everything is fuzzy, like someone has replaced my brain with cotton.
Shifting slightly, I slide my hand along the bed beneath me, immediately noticing that it’s soft.
It takes every bit of energy I possess, but when I push down, it’s spongy.
I’ve no idea where I am, but I do know that I’m not lying on the hard cot in my cell.
What happened? Where am I?
I’d have thought if they’d killed me and sent me to hell, where I no doubt belong, they wouldn’t have memory foam mattresses.
Stretching my legs out, the soft sheets slide over my bare skin and I moan in appreciation.
Forcing my eyes open, darkness greets me.
I blink, willing my eyes to adjust.
Slowly, really freaking slowly, a dark gray room reveals itself. The bed I’m lying in is huge. Beyond huge. It’s as if it’s been designed to sleep about six people. I bet I look like a child lying in the middle of it.
With my hands planted on the mattress, I try to push myself up, but my arms tremble, barely holding my weight.My head swims in a way that only comes from heavy medication. My brows pinch as I try to remember what I might have had, and more importantly, why.
Giving up, I flop back onto the pillow and close my eyes again.
Exhaustion seeps through my muscles, making me sink into the incredible softness beneath me. Closing my eyes, the relief comes for me. The voices in the distance continuing to float through the air.
I might not know who they belong to, but just hearing them, knowing that I’m not alone, is all I need to drift back off.
“Ow, you fucking bitch,” the man above me bellows as three bright red scratches appear across his cheek. “Pin her down,” he demands.
My arms flail, desperate to escape despite knowing it’s futile.
What these men want, they get.
I can fight, punch, kick, scream, bite. None of it matters. They always overpower me and take what they think they’re owed.
I don’t know why I still bother trying. I guess it’s not in my DNA to just lie back and take it. I do have Hawks blood running through my veins, after all. And they never stand down in the face of adversity. Something which I’m sure my father wishes I didn’t inherit sometimes.
All I can do is pray that Kristie did too because I can only protect her for so long. One day soon, Dad is going to decide that she needs to pay her way and something tells me that he’s not going to send her out to do our neighborhood paper route.
“Fuck’s sake,” he complains when I manage to strike him again. This time, he takes matters into his own hands—literally—and wraps his fingers around my throat.
His dark, soulless eyes stare down into mine.
But still, I will not back down.
Blood from my first hit trickles down his cheek, giving me a sense of achievement. It’s a small win in the grand scheme of things, knowing that it’ll probably scar, but I’ll take whatever I can get.
Finally, the man standing at my head captures my wrists and restrains them against the coffee table they’ve pinned me on.
“Your father promised a feisty one. I think we might have underestimated you, princess.”
