Broken

Athena



The night came sooner, and my thoughts went louder and louder. Sebastian still hasn't come.

I was worried and mostly scared, I did not know where he was or what was he doing. There could be so many dangers out there and he could get potentially hurt.

Minutes that passed soon turned into hours and the night advanced into its darkest duration.

And finally, after what seemed like an eternity, I heard the familiar heavy footsteps before the door opened revealing Sebastian.

He was here but not exactly in the way I have expected, he was injured. More than just injured.

There was blood seeping out of the wound on his palm, a big cut was there on his forehead, and multiple injuries covered his arms; His shirt was all torn and shredded as if he'd just come from surviving a storm.

"Sebastian..." A worried gasp slipped past my lips on its own and I rushed towards him.

"Oh my god...you are injured," I began panicking, I'd never felt this sort of restlessness like I felt today watching this state of...my mate, "We need to treat your wounds. Come here." I grabbed his wrist and attempted to get him to sit on the bed but he did not budge from his place.

"It's a wolf's injury, it'll heal on its own," He removed his hand from my hold.

"B-but, it would have healed till now if it was meant to. Please let me..." I tried to reach him but he grabbed my wrist and yanked me all the way closer so that my chest came colliding against his, and my hands grabbed his forearms for balance.

Our eyes locked, and my heart skipped a beat.

"I don't need anyone to heal my wounds, I know how to heal myself," He spoke through gritted teeth, "I don't need anyone's help."

"Just because you have done that alone all your life, it does not mean you have to keep doing this. Accepting help doesn't make you weak, rejecting it does." I spoke, softly.

The rage seemed to explode in his blue eyes instantly and the darkness shrouded them. He turned us around and slammed me against the closed door, his hands settled on both sides of my waist as if to make sure I stay still.

And then he spoke...

"What are you trying to do, Athena?" His gaze was cold; Voice low and deep, "Have you forgotten everything I have done to you or do I have to remind you about it?"

"Why do you want me to remember it all, Sebastian? Why do you want me to keep hating you?" I moved my hands to cup his face and look into his eyes, "It doesn't have to be like this, we can change it if we want. You just need to take one step ahead."


"What are you even talking about? Just stop with this bullshit, already," He spat, harshly pushing away my hands from his face, "I am not here to hear your crap, so you better keep your mouth if you don't want to see the worst."

He attempted to move but iI grabbed his hands, "Fine...I won't talk, but let me dress your wounds at least." I requested.

I did not know what was so wrong about my mere request that made the anger burn in his eyes.

A growl rumbled in his chest, and he grabbed my wrist in his bruising grip causing a whimper to slip past my lips, "You know what? I think you really need a reminder."

He dragged me all the way to the wall mirror, and pushed me to stand in front of it.

"Let's help get your memories to awaken once again," He reached for the front of my dress from the back where he was standing, just right behind me and tore my dress.

A gasp tore from my throat and I flinched on the spot in shock.

He let the dress drop on the floor, leaving me only in my lingerie and pulled me towards him so that my back pressed against his front; Then He grabbed my jaw and forced me to look at the mirror, "Look at yourself, Athena. Look at all my marks on your body."

I did not want to look, these marks were the path to the gate of the memories that I have buried deep under the depth. I did not want to remember those events.

But my eyes wouldn't close, they were just glued to my reflection, noticing each of the marks and scars that horrified me every time I looked at them.

So, I tried to look away but Sebastian did not let me, "You can't just look away from reality. You have to look at all these scars and remember each of those nights I used you like an object, treated you like some slut I own only for my pleasure." He sneered.

I did not want to take his words to my heart because I knew that was his intention, he wanted to push me away at any cost but that....that fucking hurt.

"Do you want me to count how many marks I have left on your body? Or do you want me to narrate every story behind each of them?"His voice dripped with venom, "Let's start, I am sure within a few minutes I'll be able to remind you about everything you have decided to overlook."

I sucked in my breath, trying not to crumble into pieces. Tears began to slip out of my tears but  I refused to let them fall.

"These marks," He brushed his fingers over the scars on my hips, some had healed but some were permanent, "These are the ones I have given you the day I brought you here from the auction. Do you remember what I did you that day?"

My soul got shaken upon the remembrance, my hands shook and my breathing sped up. Everything he did that night began playing in front of my eyes like a projector.

No, No, No! I did not want to remember those events.

"This one right here," He traced the long mark on my stomach, "Do you remember when I gave you this one?"

I bit down my bottom lip, trying hard not to cry, "Stop it."

"You are giving up so soon, sweetheart," He let out a dark and low chuckle, "I have only pointed a few, there are many more to go."

A sob finally tore through my mouth, every one of the memories attacking me from every side. I tried to move away but he kept me in my place, not allowing me to even move an inch.

"Oh..how can I forget this beautiful mark of my claws over your back?" He spoke, a smirk curving on his lips as he pushed my hair aside and touched the scar, "I am pretty sure that I don't need to remind you about the event, because I surely made that night memorable enough for you."

Terror made its way back into my soul, creeping through the cracks he made open with his words. Tears rolled down my cheeks on their own, it started to feel suffocating breathing in the same air as his.

Sebastian knew exactly how to break me and my strength; He was exactly doing that.

"How does it feel, Athena? Don't the memories give you joy?" He whispered, looking at me in the mirror.

I felt like running far away from him as possible and saving myself from even his shadow.

He did an excellent job of making my fears surface once again and I did not know whether or not I was going to be able to wipe them once again.

"Please stop it..." I begged, wanting to look away but he did not let me.

"Shh! Don't ruin the fun so soon," He leaned in and traced his nose on my neck, the feel of his warm breath against my skin somehow made me even more vulnerable, "Moreover, we need to make sure you don't think of mending me again, don't we?"

"Why do you want to stay in the darkness?" The sob left my mouth.

Sebastian completely ignored my question and continued tormenting me with his reminders.

"There's the main attraction," His fingers finally brushed over his name carved on the skin below my breast, "Even if you can forget everything, you still can't wipe off that night from your memories, this mark will always keep you chained to the nightmares you try to escape."

My chest burned in pain, and for a second my mind went blank. It was painful; It felt as if someone was continuously stabbing my heart with a sharp object and that someone was none other than my mate.

My legs were so close to giving up and it was Sebastian's hand around me that kept me standing.

"Have you ever wondered why I carved my name on you like this instead of marking you?" His voice dropped a few octaves, "It'd have given me the most power over you if I marked you, but why didn't I? Do you know that?"

My breathing hitched at the mention of marking...

I'd never thought about it. I never thought why he haven't marked me but the thought somehow scared me.

"Because I mean what I said, Athena. You are just an object. Objects need to be claimed, they are not for emotions, they are only for the use and throw." He said, humiliating me as much as he could, "Also, who which wolf would ever want a wolf-less she-wolf as his mate? A woman like you are only made for quenching thirst. You mean nothing to me other than an object."

I tried not to break down. I tried with all of me but somehow I couldn't help myself.

He'd done an absolutely great job of making me want to hate him once again which was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Tell me, do you still want to heal a monster like me, Athena?" He asked, "Answer. Do you want to love the person for whom you are invisible and a way to satisfy his sadistic urges?"

I closed my eyes tight, biting inside of my cheek so hard to stop myself from crying out loud that I tasted my own blood. Within a few minutes, he managed to make me doubt all my decisions and beliefs.

I did not know if I really wanted to heal him anymore....

"I am sure you don't," Sebastian spoke and turned me around with a swift tug.

This time my eyes opened at their own and they locked with his stone-cold ones.

All I felt was pure fear.

I did not want to be near him. I wanted to stay away, far away.

"You need to see and believe what kind of person I am and what you are for me. Get out of the world inside of your head that you can change me or the relationship between us, You are nothing but a good I have purchased, there are no sentiments or strings attached here," He spoke, his voice void of any emotions, "The sooner you understand, the better it is for you."

With that, he harshly pushed me away and walked inside the bathroom without sparing another glance at me.

I found myself blankly staring at the closed bathroom door.

I was so close to giving up. There was no strength left in me to keep fighting anymore.

I wiped my tears, trying to suppress my sobs with my hand; I managed to walk to the bed and covered myself with the duvet, bringing my knees closer to my chest as I hugged them and buried my head into my arms, I let go of my sobs.

I did not know for how long I'd have to keep fighting or if was I ever going to find peace.

But after how Sebastian broke me all over again and shattered the pieces that I collected together, it was really a question--Whether he was ever going to let go of his curse and if I was ever going to get free from this hell.