Wednesday, October 24th Pt. 2
(Jamison’s POV)
I knew today would be hard, I just didn’t anticipate how hard it would be. Last night was the first time Cole has slept since returning to Dr. Moore’s house two days ago. As soon as I get into a decent slumber I’m awakened by his screams as he begs out loud to be left alone. These very real nightmares often trigger his asthma resulting in me having to fight him to get the nebulizer mask on him. I’ve gotten more sleep than him but we’re both running on fumes and it pains me to wake him this morning. He finally found some peace and managed to fall asleep sometime after I did, which for me, was two this morning.
I managed to get up around eight giving me plenty of time to grab breakfast and start packing my bags. Considering all the extra supplies Alpha Black is sending home with me, I’ve got a large amount to get out to the boarding area.
I move quietly around the room pulling all the items I unpacked from the closet and dresser, folding them before placing them in my bags. I peek at the time and it’s only when it hits eleven o’clock that I stop and start working on Cole.
I sit on the edge of his bed, running my hand roughly through his hair is the best way I have found to wake him.
“Cole, I know that waking up is the last thing you want to do but it is important that you start getting ready to go.”
My tone is firm but neutral as he starts to stir. He finally rolls off the pillow his stomach is leaning against towards his back with a groan.
“I know I’m sorry. I let you sleep until eleven but any later and you won’t have enough time to pack. You’re not one hundred percent after Dallas’s attack and it’s going to take you some time to get everything together even if you skip lunch.”
He groans again as he opens his eyes. His navy blue eyes make contact with mine. It’s a rarity for him to make eye contact even with me but I keep it as long as he’s willing to have it. I study my best friend turned brother, my alpha in the truest sense. His eyes filled with fear as I reach towards his head. It’s painful to hear him whimper before I even touch him but I don’t stop. I slide my hand into his as he closes his eyes and turns away from my touch. He holds his breath as I repeatedly run my fingers through his hair along his temple. He managed to explain a little over a year ago why he holds his breath when I comfort him like this. He only does it when he feels the need to yelp but he also understands, trusts that I’m not going to hurt him. He knows how those yelps hurt me when I’m doing something so simple, something he needs and desires but seldom receives.
“Breathe Cole.”
I whisper gently as his increasing grip on my hand easily relays the fear that’s building. He’s spoken very little about returning or the nightmares that have plagued him leaving me to wonder if they were indeed just nightmares.
He slowly lets the breath he was holding out as he attempts to reign in the fear that he’s holding back.
“I know you don’t want to but you really need to get moving around.”
He nods his head slowly but does little towards getting up. I wait patiently for him to release my hand, petting the side of his head in the hopes of soothing his fears.
“He’s giving me to Kristoph.”
He whispers for the first time since I woke him up. His body trembles at the sheer thought of being locked in a room with his older brother.
“I’ve never asked as you seldom talk about it but is Kristoph worse than your dad?”
I can’t help but ask as silent tears fall.
“Yes.” He breathes out.
“I don’t know what else the alphas can do to keep you here outside of a seventy-two.”
“A seventy-two would be better than three days with Kristoph.”
He manages to spit out. He lets go of my hand as he rolls back towards his stomach. Pushing himself slowly up, he groans painfully as he situates himself on the edge. He places his face in his hands as he hesitates to move any further.
“I will find you and if I can get to you before he’s done I will get you out of there.”
As expected he shakes his head.
“No, you will not tangle with Kristoph.”
He speaks forcefully, emphasizing what he’s saying.
“I will not abandon you to him.” I argue back.
“Yes, you will!” For the first time ever he growls his command at me.
“But….” I try again.
“No! You will not mess with Kristoph! Do you understand me?! Kristoph will put me outside Dr. Johnston’s office when he is finished and that’s it! He is the monster I am supposed to be and you will not fight my battles with him!”
I’m speechless as he calms his yelling.
“Cole, please.” I whisper, damn near in tears as I struggle to understand.
“I will not let you become Kristoph’s bitch. Three days unrestrained means anything goes.”
“He’s done this before.”
I’m overwhelmed by the realization of what this may mean. All he does is nod.
“I am commanding you. You are not to intervene with Kristoph. My father has already put you in the hospital, what is it, twice now?”
“Yes sir.” I can’t help but become submissive towards him.
“The only time I get cared for in the wing is when dad gives me to Kristoph. If he gives Kris three days that means I’ll be in the wing for a week. If Kris goes over his allotted time he will be beaten similarly to me. He only went over his time with me once and dad forced me to watch the belting that he gave him. Even though I was just a pup I understood what Kristoph was doing to me was wrong but it still hurt to hear him scream and cry. To see the backs of his legs bruised and bleeding.”
“How old were you?”
I know I’m stretching the conversation but I’ve taken lessons from Alpha Black on trying to get any information I can from him.
“Kristoph started periodically abusing me when I was eight, he was eleven. He would wait until after I received a belting from dad to strip me naked and use his own belt on me. He knew that my beltings were getting worse and that they left me in too much pain to fight back. Anytime I yelped or cried from the pain he would stuff a sock in my mouth and tie my hands up. After a particularly harsh punishment from dad two years later he tied me to my bed and stripped me naked. I had several broken bones that I knew wouldn’t receive treatment for at least two weeks and he decided to try using the buckle end of the belt. He was a depraved little shit even then as he had decided to put me on my back. He didn’t know that dad had started using a knee to my groin as part of my punishment and despite being very swollen he decided to hit me between the legs with the buckle. Needless to say, dad found out but he didn’t stop him. No, he started encouraging Kristoph to punish me. At first it was under his supervision but once he shifted just before his fifteenth birthday I was literally tied up and left for Kris to do whatever he wanted with me. Dad would walk out of his office and shut the door knowing it was locked with a timer set to one hour in his pocket. I was twelve the day Kris went over his time with me. I don’t remember much as I ended up passing out from the pain but it was a very different and difficult abuse to endure from my brother. Not that a stranger doing it would make it any easier to handle. I spent a week in the wing before dad forced them to release me. Kris was already tied to the desk but still had his clothes on. Dad handed me the belt and told me to hit him as hard as I could fifteen times with the buckle end with his clothes still on. If I didn’t he would be allowed to assault me again. I was weak but I was angry. I did hit him but it wasn’t hard enough.”
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
