TAMING THE PLAYBOY ALPHA - Chapter 29: Chapter 29
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: SWEET ANGEL
FREYA'S POV:
I feel my lungs slowly collapsing.
It's harder to breathe than a few minutes ago. My consciousness goes away from me as my body grows light.
I don't know if it's due to the lack of oxygen or the silver around me shutting down my entire system forcefully... and then the pain.
Pain like fire burns against my flesh as I grow weaker but my light-headedness seems to calm the effect.
My vision blurs even more and I wonder, is this how I leave this earth?
I think of Xena and I feel guilt and sadness. I had really wanted her to smile at me once more. I really wanted us to get along really well.
Adam...
Lucas...
We could have been really close friends.
Silas...
His warm smile lingers in my mind. The melodious echo of his sweet laughter resounds in my ear. Had it always sounded so pretty?
It had actually. I realize I just never really wanted to admit to myself how much I wanted to hear him laugh over and over again at anything, even at me.
Hot tears spill from my eyes, sliding down.
I'm scared and alone, motionless on the floor and closer to the doors of the unknown.
How long had I been trapped here? 3, 4, 5 hours? It feels like an eternity.
Now breathing is too hard for me and my chest burns. I'm tempted to just stop.
There's a sudden bright light all around me. It's like the sky is opening up and the moon goddess is reaching out to collect my soul finally.
It's probably my hallucination but I welcome the thought of it, seeing as there's nothing else to do.
I feel my body being lifted up into warm hands that give me a sense of peace and completeness.
The warmth wraps around my pained cold body and a bit of it is relieved.
Freya.
I hear a muffled voice calling out my name. My eyes struggle to open and I think I see Silas looking down at me.
I smile.
Even in my hallucinations, he's here calling to me. Just how down bad am I for this dude?
Freya.
My dream Silas calls me again. He seems sad. I want to reach out and tell him not to be, that I want to see him laugh and that I kind of really like him best when he laughs for me.
But I can't because the darkness engulfs me.
With my final thoughts, I wonder if I remembered to breathe.
SILAS' POV:
I rip the door off its hinges. It's rusted enough so it goes off more easily than a typical torture room door should.
My heart rips into a thousand pieces when I see her finally. She's motionless on the floor, facing up.
I run to her body and pick her up into my arms. Her skin feels too cold to touch and she's barely breathing at all.
"Freya."
I call her name softly, cradling her in my arms. I'm torn between feeling ecstatic that I've found her or mortified by the state she's in.
The Silver walls had clearly done a lot of harm to her... Just how long had she been stuck here for it to get this bad?
"Freya," I call her name once more.
Her eyes twitch a little and she looks at me but I'm not sure she's really seeing me.
A small smile crosses her lips and more tears slide down her eyes. It's the most painful sight and my hands tremble watching it.
Her eyes close now with her losing consciousness. Her heart is barely pulsing and she's taking minimum air in.
I turn to Lila who's been standing by the door, shivering in fear all this time. I can think straight right now.
I want to rip her apart and lock her in an even more traumatizing room than this and throw away the keys, but Freya needs my help right now and I can't leave her.
"How long was she locked in here?" I needed to know.
She whimpers now that my attention is back on her.
My aura oozes out, choking her and forcing all the air out of her lungs.
Her face turns beet red from the suffocation and she falls to her knees coughing and crying harder.
"How long?" My voice is low and threatening. "S-Six... six ho-ours. I swear, I didn't know she'd be there this long. She's an alpha, she could have been able to tear the door out minutes after. It was supposed to be a stupid prank..." She begins ranting excuses.
"Shut up before I rip that tongue of yours out." My wolf speaks through me.
I seethe in rage now. My wolf pushes against my restraint, trying to break free to paint the walls of the school red as payback for what was done to Freya.
I pull him back, forcing myself to calm down and I do so by looking at Freya.
Her skin is much paler than hours ago and she's getting worse by the minute. She needs a nurse.
I waste not a second more running to the school nurse.
FREYA'S POV:
I don't know how to explain the feeling perfectly, but it's something akin to having the most shittiest nightmare that felt so real you were close to shitting your pants.
That's exactly how I feel.
Suddenly, I'm conscious in the shell of my body and I realize just how much it hurts.
Everywhere is pitch black before I realize my eyelids just feel too heavy to open.
I struggle with them for the first minute before they pry open and bright light pierces painfully through my eyes like a dagger
Shit.
Where the hell am I? Did Xena leave the blinders wide open again? Why do I feel like shit?
More questions spill into my head every passing second.
I open my eyes again slower than before, letting them adjust painfully to the light before I can see again.
The first thing I realize is that I am not in my room.
Weird. Next, I recognize this setting all too well. It feels like some freaky kind of déjà vu going on.
The large windows with annoyingly bright sunlight piercing through, the pungent smell of disinfectants and chemicals in the air, the uncomfortable small bed I'm lying on...
This is the clinic. Why am I in the clinic?
I try to move but pain shoots through every single fiber of my being and I scream out shamelessly.
What the fuck is going on?
"Freya!" Xena's voice calls out.
It's like déjà vu again.
I know I've seen this scene somewhere else, only this time her eyes are all red and puffy, like she'd been crying.
"What's going on? Why do I feel like I've been run over by a truck carrying a herd of elephants?" Tears slide down the corners of my eyes.
It was that painful.
"Freya..." For some reason, she's crying now, rubbing at her eyes.
Xena's never cried this much before. I want to console her but my hands don't listen to me.
"What's going on?" I ask the question more to myself, wracking my mind.
The memories hit me like a hurricane. A splitting headache hurls onto me, adding to my pain. I wince, shutting my eyes tight and gnashing my teeth
I remember. I fucking remember.
I almost died; I thought I was going to die. "Freya, I'm so sorry. I swear, it wasn't me that sent the text." Her wet eyes plead with me to believe her as though I had ever doubted her fondness for me. In turn, it breaks my heart further to see her like this. For some reason, she thinks it was all her fault. "Xena, I never for a second thought it was you who locked me in there. I know you'd never do that."
I want to hold her but it hurts too much. She weeps continuously and I feel even more helpless.
"I'm sorry for pushing. I should have just waited for you to feel comfortable enough to let me know about it." I apologize, finally saying the words that had been in my heart for such a long time. "I'm sorry." "No, you did nothing wrong. I shouldn't have snapped at you or ignored you for days. I was just angry at everything that had happened before and I unintentionally dumped all that on you. You didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry." She swoops in to hug me softly so I don't break further. It's filled with so many emotions and unspoken words but I can feel just how much she cares for me and I hope she feels mine too.
My heart feels at peace, finally.
It lasts for more than a few seconds before a light knock echoes from behind.
She pulls away slowly for us to both turn around and see Silas.
His beautiful ebony hair is tousled messily and his eyes are tired with dark circles around them. He looks exhausted, troubled and uneasy but he smiles at me, breathing fast like he had sprinted all the way here.
My heart sinks at the sight of him; at the smile playing on his lips. The angel I had seen even in my dreams.
I want to move closer to him. It's like some insane pull tugging me towards him.
"Hey." He greets awkwardly.
"Hi" I respond.
FREYA'S POV:
I feel my lungs slowly collapsing.
It's harder to breathe than a few minutes ago. My consciousness goes away from me as my body grows light.
I don't know if it's due to the lack of oxygen or the silver around me shutting down my entire system forcefully... and then the pain.
Pain like fire burns against my flesh as I grow weaker but my light-headedness seems to calm the effect.
My vision blurs even more and I wonder, is this how I leave this earth?
I think of Xena and I feel guilt and sadness. I had really wanted her to smile at me once more. I really wanted us to get along really well.
Adam...
Lucas...
We could have been really close friends.
Silas...
His warm smile lingers in my mind. The melodious echo of his sweet laughter resounds in my ear. Had it always sounded so pretty?
It had actually. I realize I just never really wanted to admit to myself how much I wanted to hear him laugh over and over again at anything, even at me.
Hot tears spill from my eyes, sliding down.
I'm scared and alone, motionless on the floor and closer to the doors of the unknown.
How long had I been trapped here? 3, 4, 5 hours? It feels like an eternity.
Now breathing is too hard for me and my chest burns. I'm tempted to just stop.
There's a sudden bright light all around me. It's like the sky is opening up and the moon goddess is reaching out to collect my soul finally.
It's probably my hallucination but I welcome the thought of it, seeing as there's nothing else to do.
I feel my body being lifted up into warm hands that give me a sense of peace and completeness.
The warmth wraps around my pained cold body and a bit of it is relieved.
Freya.
I hear a muffled voice calling out my name. My eyes struggle to open and I think I see Silas looking down at me.
I smile.
Even in my hallucinations, he's here calling to me. Just how down bad am I for this dude?
Freya.
My dream Silas calls me again. He seems sad. I want to reach out and tell him not to be, that I want to see him laugh and that I kind of really like him best when he laughs for me.
But I can't because the darkness engulfs me.
With my final thoughts, I wonder if I remembered to breathe.
SILAS' POV:
I rip the door off its hinges. It's rusted enough so it goes off more easily than a typical torture room door should.
My heart rips into a thousand pieces when I see her finally. She's motionless on the floor, facing up.
I run to her body and pick her up into my arms. Her skin feels too cold to touch and she's barely breathing at all.
"Freya."
I call her name softly, cradling her in my arms. I'm torn between feeling ecstatic that I've found her or mortified by the state she's in.
The Silver walls had clearly done a lot of harm to her... Just how long had she been stuck here for it to get this bad?
"Freya," I call her name once more.
Her eyes twitch a little and she looks at me but I'm not sure she's really seeing me.
A small smile crosses her lips and more tears slide down her eyes. It's the most painful sight and my hands tremble watching it.
Her eyes close now with her losing consciousness. Her heart is barely pulsing and she's taking minimum air in.
I turn to Lila who's been standing by the door, shivering in fear all this time. I can think straight right now.
I want to rip her apart and lock her in an even more traumatizing room than this and throw away the keys, but Freya needs my help right now and I can't leave her.
"How long was she locked in here?" I needed to know.
She whimpers now that my attention is back on her.
My aura oozes out, choking her and forcing all the air out of her lungs.
Her face turns beet red from the suffocation and she falls to her knees coughing and crying harder.
"How long?" My voice is low and threatening. "S-Six... six ho-ours. I swear, I didn't know she'd be there this long. She's an alpha, she could have been able to tear the door out minutes after. It was supposed to be a stupid prank..." She begins ranting excuses.
"Shut up before I rip that tongue of yours out." My wolf speaks through me.
I seethe in rage now. My wolf pushes against my restraint, trying to break free to paint the walls of the school red as payback for what was done to Freya.
I pull him back, forcing myself to calm down and I do so by looking at Freya.
Her skin is much paler than hours ago and she's getting worse by the minute. She needs a nurse.
I waste not a second more running to the school nurse.
FREYA'S POV:
I don't know how to explain the feeling perfectly, but it's something akin to having the most shittiest nightmare that felt so real you were close to shitting your pants.
That's exactly how I feel.
Suddenly, I'm conscious in the shell of my body and I realize just how much it hurts.
Everywhere is pitch black before I realize my eyelids just feel too heavy to open.
I struggle with them for the first minute before they pry open and bright light pierces painfully through my eyes like a dagger
Shit.
Where the hell am I? Did Xena leave the blinders wide open again? Why do I feel like shit?
More questions spill into my head every passing second.
I open my eyes again slower than before, letting them adjust painfully to the light before I can see again.
The first thing I realize is that I am not in my room.
Weird. Next, I recognize this setting all too well. It feels like some freaky kind of déjà vu going on.
The large windows with annoyingly bright sunlight piercing through, the pungent smell of disinfectants and chemicals in the air, the uncomfortable small bed I'm lying on...
This is the clinic. Why am I in the clinic?
I try to move but pain shoots through every single fiber of my being and I scream out shamelessly.
What the fuck is going on?
"Freya!" Xena's voice calls out.
It's like déjà vu again.
I know I've seen this scene somewhere else, only this time her eyes are all red and puffy, like she'd been crying.
"What's going on? Why do I feel like I've been run over by a truck carrying a herd of elephants?" Tears slide down the corners of my eyes.
It was that painful.
"Freya..." For some reason, she's crying now, rubbing at her eyes.
Xena's never cried this much before. I want to console her but my hands don't listen to me.
"What's going on?" I ask the question more to myself, wracking my mind.
The memories hit me like a hurricane. A splitting headache hurls onto me, adding to my pain. I wince, shutting my eyes tight and gnashing my teeth
I remember. I fucking remember.
I almost died; I thought I was going to die. "Freya, I'm so sorry. I swear, it wasn't me that sent the text." Her wet eyes plead with me to believe her as though I had ever doubted her fondness for me. In turn, it breaks my heart further to see her like this. For some reason, she thinks it was all her fault. "Xena, I never for a second thought it was you who locked me in there. I know you'd never do that."
I want to hold her but it hurts too much. She weeps continuously and I feel even more helpless.
"I'm sorry for pushing. I should have just waited for you to feel comfortable enough to let me know about it." I apologize, finally saying the words that had been in my heart for such a long time. "I'm sorry." "No, you did nothing wrong. I shouldn't have snapped at you or ignored you for days. I was just angry at everything that had happened before and I unintentionally dumped all that on you. You didn't deserve any of that. I'm sorry." She swoops in to hug me softly so I don't break further. It's filled with so many emotions and unspoken words but I can feel just how much she cares for me and I hope she feels mine too.
My heart feels at peace, finally.
It lasts for more than a few seconds before a light knock echoes from behind.
She pulls away slowly for us to both turn around and see Silas.
His beautiful ebony hair is tousled messily and his eyes are tired with dark circles around them. He looks exhausted, troubled and uneasy but he smiles at me, breathing fast like he had sprinted all the way here.
My heart sinks at the sight of him; at the smile playing on his lips. The angel I had seen even in my dreams.
I want to move closer to him. It's like some insane pull tugging me towards him.
"Hey." He greets awkwardly.
"Hi" I respond.
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