Emily's POV
"Days like this made me seriously wanna consider drugs." I said in an undertone.
"I'm sorry." She apologized again, looking down at her feet. "I had no choice. They singled me out of the scampering crowd. It was two hefty men, I wasn't rough handled, but they gave the impression that I could be, depending on how much I cooperate with them." Freda's voice was low and shaky.
"It would be unfair if I said it was all you." I sighed. "I've been running away from a life that's faster than I could ever be."
"I'm sorry." She apologised again.
"Come on! Don't do that. It's not even your fault. I should be apologising for putting you in all this mess." I chuckled maniacally.
In just one night, I'd been with the worst Alphas there could ever be, in all respects. Ego, lust, danger, ambitions, motives, just everything, you name it.
"Are you scared?" She asked me, making me laugh even more.
"I lived with him, why would I be?" I asked, and her eyes flew wide open.
"When? Why? Are you related?" She asked in quick succession.
"We were married." I broke the news to her. I was going against my own rules.
"Married?!" She screamed, finally finding her tongue,
"I was seventeen at the time." I continued.
"Oh my goodness. Were you forced? Was it your parents? Were you sold?" She asked a barge of questions in quick succession.
"No. No." I chuckled. "Stop, and take a seat." I pointed in the direction of my dress up stool.
She landed on it, without taking her eyes off me for a second, like if she did, I'd have disappeared and she wouldn't hear the rest of the story.
"I want to hear all of it." Freda said.
"Well, I don't wanna tell all of it." I replied.
"Alright. I'll settle for whatever. You were married to that prick?!"
"He wasn't always one." I stated. "Damon and I, initially saw it as a marriage of convenience, he needed a bride, I needed an escape from my horrible destiny…"
"Which was?" She asked me,
Freda was fully human. She'd never understand.
"I'm an orphan. There's very few respectable places for an orphan to fit into back at Crestview." I explained as shabbily as I could.
"That's horrible." She sighed.
"Worse. I was a teen bride, a confused one, because it's his brother I had begun to like." I confessed. "Dathan. Dathan was sweet, nice. He was a cool guy, and a really handsome one." I could sing Dathans praises for as long as possible, but it'd only bring tears to my eyes.
"I'm guessing he's late." She said in a low voice.
"Yeah. He is. He died, tragically." I said. "Wasn't happy almost all the time. And just like me, the whole system was against him, and they didn't rest till they took him out." I overspilled.
"What does that mean?" She asked, with her eyebrows creased.
"Never mind, I tend to say a lot when I'm lost in my head." She looked at me doubtful, but I didn't care. "Damon started seeing my friend, promoted her to being his PA, and I became the young full time house wife whose husband cheated on her with her friend, and a host of other ladies, bringing home a plethora of STDs." I chuckled sadly.
"That's horrible." She said again.
"Nala always helped me with those. She'd give me herbs and pills and say it was no big deal. And that I should be grateful it wasn't an heir he brought back home. She urged me to try and get pregnant for him." I said.
I'd gotten to the part of the story where it stung and hurt badly.
"You don't have a child do you?" She asked, looking at my belly like it'd bear any evidence.
"I was young, Freda. I heeded her advice. I looked past the burning sensation between my legs and constantly submitted to Damon. We did that for months, and I finally conceived. I'd gotten what I wanted, so there was no point to the nightmarish exercise. I kept to my room and barely ever came out."
"How did you survive?" she asked. "How would you have known what to do?"
"Damon saved me all that." I said.
Freda looked confused. She stared at me like I'd gone mad.
"Well, really he did. In my second month, I kept to my ritual, staying in my room, reading ebooks, rubbing my belly and stare at myself for an insane amount of time. That particular evening, I heard his car pull up, like every other day. I left my window side, I didn't want to see nor be seen. I'd mastered all the sounds I knew I'd hear. Right after he pulls up, Nala throws the door open and greets him in such a shrill, high voice. She takes his bag and heads up to his room, while he strolls leisurely behind her, receiving or making calls. This time around, the sound of his voice didn't come from the opposite side, it came from mine. I wondered why that was, since our rooms were opposite each other, separated by two other blocks on the right and left, the middle looked right down into the parlour. I held my breath and prayed."
"Lord!" She said,
"Without a knock, my door was thrown open. I was in slack pajamas, cause even though my bump was little, I knew not to wear tight stuff. He was still on a call, and just stood on my doorway, looking at me, but talking to the other person. He sounded hurt and angry, he gave multiple orders in rapid fire. I prayed silently while wondering why it was that day of all days that he chose to come to me. But I didn't need to wonder for long. As soon as he cut the call, he flung the phone across the room, and I flinched when I heard the thud. He took off his necktie angrily, just the same way he stripped himself of the rest of his clothes. The door was still ajar, so I wasn't expecting the worst."
My voice had grown shaky, and I realised I'd been digging my nails too deep, they'd formed painful red arches in my palm.
"Damon raped me, and rid me of my baby." I choked, but that wasn't the whole truth.