I left the prison ward with a whole other, different feeling. It was hard to explain.

I felt like the main feeing was hope. The feeling that I would get out of here after ten years of the physical and mental abuse excited me. But then there's the other emotion that I'm feeling.

Fear.

If Sir found out I was trying to escape, he would make sure I didn't come out alive. Or he'd leave me barely breathing. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like after the experience I could have if he found out. And I hate to say that it could be worse than what life is like right now.

I've already agreed to help Adrian. He promised me he would get me out of here, but promised don't sit well with me. No one has ever proved to me that they stand by them. It's a ridiculous thing to say or just more of an excuse to say when you want something to go your way. And nothing ever goes my way.

I went back to the main part of the house to do my usual cleanings around the house. The girls my age were all in the entertainment room enjoying their almost every weekend sleepover. I was in the back organizing the movies in alphabetical order as required. But I wasn't complaining. This was the closest I've come to a sleepover and was always curious to see what it would be like.

I usually kept my distance, just watched from afar like some creepy stalker. They all seemed so happy together but I knew how mean they were. How mean they were to me. That's part of the reason I didn't get too close. They would want to mess with me, bully me, tell me all the reasons why a guy wouldn't like me, why I don't have any friends.

But Adrian said you were beautiful.

Why does his opinion even matter. He could be lying, just like anyone else right?

He calls you love..

That's clearly a nickname. People use it all the time— it doesn't mean anything. He just likes to use it and I'm probably not even the only one he has called that.

But the way he says it.

Stop Kayla. You're overthinking it. He's playing me, he just wants to leave and I apparently play a big part in it— by spending more time with him? I'm supposed to understand completely according to him also.

In a way, no matter the circumstances, it felt nice to be needed or important. A small part of it was telling me that I meant something. It felt great.

"Yeah, I've heard that the prisoner we have is Adrian Knight." One of the girls said, she has my attention.

"How did we get him? Isn't he supposed to be the strongest al-"

"I don't care he's probably the hottest guy I've ever laid my eyes on." Another ones said. You could literally tell how much they were fangirling over him. Apparently he's well known.

"I heard that he still hasn't found his mate yet. Sucks that he's prisoner here. Maybe alpha will let us play with him.."

Sometimes I think these girls were hornier than the males were. It doesn't surprise me though that they're saying this. They like to be with the other males, sometimes sneaking out of their rooms naked or barely clothed. It made me sick.

But there's that word again. Mate.

It gave me a tingly feeling just thinking of it. Maybe it's the anticipation of not knowing, but it goes with an excited feeling. I'm determined to figure it out.

The girls all started laughing and making more sexual jokes when one of them noticed me and called me out.

"Hey Kaitlyn don't you give him his food? He still looks good right?" This girl said it as if she was testing me and that if it would be the worst to say the wrong thing.

I didn't expect them to get my name right. I also didn't expect to be a part of the the conversation.

I answered back saying,"I-I guess he's pretty attractive."

"Pretty attractive? Come on, I know you want to fuck him so bad. Don't deny that every time you go down there you don't think that." This girl was so blatant about her thoughts it caught me off guard.

I blushed and just looked at the ground, continuing to organize the movies. Those thoughts certainly have not crossed my mind. Being attractive and loving everything about him yes, but not that.

"Why don't you take us down there to him? I want to see that fine specimen with my own eyes," a girl suggested as she was wiggling her eyebrows and winked at another girl.

"Um, I don't think I'm allowed to do that," I told them honestly. Sir wouldn't like me "rebelling" against him by not asking him to do it first. And you never ask Sir questions..

"Are you trying to save him for yourself? If you really think you have a chance with him, you must be crazy. I mean look at you."

It was the same girl that called me over the first time. She was getting closer to me now, along with the rest of her clic.

"No, that's d-definitely not what it is, I don't have orders to do so." I tried reasoning with them. Key word being tried.

"Well this is my order to do so," she smacked me across the face. Hard.

I fell to the ground, holding my cheek. Being weaker than everyone else made it easier for these things to happen, and I hated it so much. So so much.

The girls started laughing, the main girl ready to do more when their "play time" was interrupted.

"What's going on here?"

It was Liam. He seems to appear more lately when things like this come out of the blue. I was thankful for it, even if it seemed like he didn't like me all that much. But it was at least something.

"L-Liam, hi," the main one made her way over to her, being the hoe she is. She was clearly swooning over him and who could blame her. Liam was an attractive guy.

Liam finally realized that in fact the commotion in the room, yet again was caused by me. I stared up at him, still clutching my cheek from the sting.

That was such a hard hit. Why did she care about me liking someone like Adrian. So what if I did? What was it to her? As far as I'm concerned, nothing wouldn't have happened with her or any of the other girls simply because of the fact that he is a held prisoner and he's clearly in there for some reason of Sirs.

"I was just showing the pack scum her place. She was trying to think she was better than us and I had to let her know that wasn't the case."

So I'm referred to as pack scum now.

Liam wasn't amused by the constant touching and seduction this girl was trying to give off. I was starting to wonder if she ever gets the message.

Taking long strides over to me, he basically dragged me up by my wrist and said one thing," I'll take it from here."

While I was being dragged out, they looked content that something bad was going to happen to me. They were cruel creatures and I couldn't wait to get away from them after all.

Adrian better keep his promise.

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Liam brought me back to my room and told me I was done for the day two hours earlier than normal. It's like he knew the first thought that popped up into my mind and reassured me that his dad was aware and thinks it's for other reasons involving me and Liam.

If you can get an idea.

I wasn't complaining. I got to read more and brush up on some more basic learning. I hear a lot of kids complain about learning new things but I think they need to realize how affective it could be. I wish I knew more things like them. It would help a lot.

I've been reading for almost three hours now when I realized that it was one in the morning. Everyone should be asleep right now but I wonder...

And just like every night my thoughts lead back to Adrain of course. Couldn't ever get him out of my mind.

I wonder if he was thinking the same thing about me or if he was dreaming about me like how I was with him.

My dreams usually consisted of us not being here, that's for sure. It seemed like we became friends and I would explore things I haven't done in so long. My lifelong dream.

And he was in every. single. dream.

I don't know I i was developing an interest of some sort or if I'm just being paranoid, but all my mind is thinking right now is to see him.

He did say he wanted to spend more time with me to help get out of here. That it will make him stronger.

Yeah that's what I keep telling myself.

After creeping down the stairs and sneaking passed the main doors of the pack house, I continued down the hallway that was connected and went down the familiar stone walls. I was getting anxious and I shouldn't be. This was all part of the plan.

I opened the door, but I heard no movement like when I usually bring down his food. When I kept walking to where he was, I was starting to get doubts that he didn't mean any of what he said. He was just playing with me when he said he needed to spend more time with me to get stronger. This would be so embarrassing.

When I turned the corner, i didn't expect to see him asleep. Adrian's slow and even breath was soothing to me. It looked like he was peaceful and not in pain. I could tell where some of them men that worked for Sir roughed him up a little bit more today. Those evil beings. They'll get what the deserve one day.

I gravitated closer to him. He was sleeping near the cell bars, close enough for me to just reach in and touch him...

That tingly feeling.. would it happen again?

Being curious, I inched my hand closer to his calm faces. Adrian's long eyelashes brushing across his cheek and soft, tan skin was captivating to me. I couldn't stop staring. He was so perfect in every way.

My hand was probably and inch away from touching his face. Why was I hesitating? He's asleep..

All of a sudden, a deep raspy voice said," Be careful. Wouldn't want you to have a heart attack with how exciting this is for you."

I retracted my hand back so fast, hoping he wouldn't have seen his close I was to touching that beautiful face.

Slowly sitting up, he rubbed his eyes and looked at me.

"I could hear your heart beating as soon as you walked though that door. Were you that excited to see me?"

I didn't know what to say. I wasn't aware of how fast it was going. I was just anxious, that's all it was.

He chuckled a little bit, " So what brings you here at this fine time of the night love?"

He cocked his head to the side and rested his head into his hands that were leaned against his knees. I could feel my cheeks tingle and turning red. I wasn't expecting this to go the way it was.

"You said you needed to spend time with me so I thought I was helping."

That was part of the truth. Also because I couldn't get you off my mind.

"I did say that yes, but I wasn't expecting it to be so early in the morning," he smiled at me," but I won't complain. Seeing your gorgeous face is always something to look forward too."

"You don't have to lie me you know." If he was just saying things like that to get into my head he needed to stop cause I wouldn't be able to stop thinking about if for hours.

"Lie to you about what sweetheart?" His dimples poked out from the sides of his mouth when it twitched up. Just when I think he couldn't affect me even more.

"Complimenting me. You're the only one that does it. I'm already in with your plan so you don't have to suck up to me," I replied back.

"Who says I'm sucking up? I'm just saying what I think and feel." He said it with a smirk. A cute boy smirk. He needs to stop.

I couldn't say anything to him. I didn't really have anything to say back to that. He would probably just keep telling me the same thing.

"Come closer," he said out of the blue. I looked at him skeptically when he told me to stop being paranoid.

Adrian held his hand out through the bars. He looked up at me with those deep blue eyes and said," Hold my hand."

I hesitated. Looking up at him, I tried to read his face if there was any other alternative motive. He looked me straight in the eyes, as if telling me to trust him.

And for some reason I did.

Which is why I lifted my hand to his. I instantly felt that weird tingly feeling again and wanted to pull my hand back again, not knowing what this was. But he made sure to grip my hand, so I could feel this longer.

And it was the greatest feeling ever.

"You feel this.This is what'll make me stronger. This. What we have."

"Why am I feeling this?" I asked looking at our interlocked hands. It felt so right.

He looked at me with pity, he obviously seemed a little sad when I asked him that question.

"I'll tell you when we finally make it out of here okay?" Adrain was still holding my hand. He was looking at them too. That same look of longing was written on every inch of his face and then he finally looked back up to me. He squeezed my hand.

I mumbled under my breath that he was taking to long with this "it'll make sense later" crap. I can be very impatient.

He laughed again. That beautiful melodic laugh I could listen to for hours at a time. It seems like he found me actually amusing and it felt nice to put a smile on someone's face. A genuine smile.

Throughout the night, Adrian was telling me how he liked my hair, and eyes and etc that of course made me blush so much at one time. How did he expect me to handle all this information after I told him this was never told to me. Ever.

"Since I told you things I liked about you, there has to be atleast one thing you like about me right?" He questioned, leaning back on his hands. I don't think he realized that he exposed more of the muscles of his stomach to me with all the rips and tears.

I'm not going to let my mind wander. And I'm definitely not going to voice my opinion about it to him.

Smiling a shy smile I hid behind my hair. I couldn't lie for the death of me. That's why I covered my face instead of admitting to things. It's always something I've done since I was a child.

"So you do like something about me, I'm assuming because of your reaction." Oh he was good. "Just tell me, I won't judge."

That's not what I'm concerned about. I'm more concerned about how embarrassing it will be, telling him.

"Come on, love. I don't have all day." He was pestering me even more.

I reluctantly agreed. "Fine. I like your.. eyes.."

There I said it. That's should be enough.

I love when I'm wrong.

"Is that so?" rubbing his chin he acted like he was in deep thought," why do you like my eyes?" There was that smirk again.

Thinking he wouldn't let it go I said," I've never seen anything blue like them. Sometimes they will be super bright and other times they'll be a deeper blue. Both seem to calm me."

Did I say that last part. Did I actually just say that? Oh my god.

"Calm? My eyes can calm you down?"

"Forget i said that last part please," I politely asked. It wouldn't change the fact that he will remember that I said it. But it'll help me a little bit by telling him to forget.

"Okay, okay."

He was staring at me again. With that look I couldn't decipher again.

For some reason I wanted to become special to him. He was already growing in me in that way. I've never opened to someone like this in a long time or atleast had someone that would talk to me normally without any type of harassment.

It felt nice.

Maybe I could get used to this.

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