The Alpha’s Curvy Cinderella - Chapter 64: Chapter 64

Jordan POV
I vomited the contents of my stomach up for the third day in a row, as quietly as I possibly could, grateful for once that my bathroom was in the basement and therefore unable to be heard. I had given my father and Stella the wrong dates for when my period was due, not sure why, maybe out of instinct. My breasts were sore, and I was noticing that certain smells, coffee in particular were making me nauseous to the point of wanting to be sick. There was no doubt in my mind that I was pregnant.
“f**k” I swore, with tears in my eyes.
What was I going to do? My hand rubbed my stomach, in an attempt to soothe it. I couldn’t let Stella and my father find out. I knew what they would do if they did. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child. But every second that I spent in this house, with this blasted bracelet on, brought the danger of my pregnancy being discovered. My breath hitched. I couldn’t stand the thought of what would happen when it did. I wanted this baby. My baby.
The voice that I heard on and off, drifted into my head once again.
Seek Sanctuary. Seek Sanctuary
I can’t seek sanctuary; I told it crossly. Have you forgotten that if I try to leave, that the bracelet will give me an electric shock and probably kill my child?
Find the remote to the bracelet. It will solve all your problems.
Like it was that simple. Stella had been on me every second of every day since Father had started going back to work. Unless she left the house, I had no way of finding the remote and even then, I would still need to escape the pack. That was dangerous in itself. It’s not like I could just call an Uber.
I washed my mouth out and then got dressed, heading up to the kitchen. Stella was speaking to my father and I braced myself for being barraged with a mouthful of abuse as they had gotten their own breakfast, but they were too busy arguing between themselves to pay me any attention.
“What do you mean you’re going away for the night” Stella hissed “May I remind you that we have something important to deal with at the moment?” She pointedly looked at me with disdain on her face.
My father scowled at her. “I was personally invited to go with Alpha John. As his Gamma, I could hardly refuse. Besides, you can deal with it. You’ve been doing it the last few days, what’s one more” he scoffed as Stella dug her nails into the dining table in frustration.
“That’s just it. It’s boring being stuck at home with her” Stella hissed as though I wasn’t there “You told me we would take turns and instead you’ve been going to work willy-nilly and leaving me to do everything” she complained. “I have a life too you know.”
I began to quietly get my breakfast, as unobtrusively in the background as possible. I went for dry toast and tea, hoping that it would stay down. Stella shot me a glower but then turned her attention back to my father. “Look, it’s only a few more days, and then we can test her and get that contract,” my father said impatiently “So let’s just deal with it and focus on the money. Besides, you’re the one who wanted this so badly, I have to go” he growled, pushing his breakfast in front of him and standing up abruptly.
He gave Stella a kiss on the forehead but she was still fuming as he picked up his duffle bag and swung it over his shoulder, leaving through the front door and closing it gently behind him. As far as my father was concerned the discussion was over. Not for Stella though. She was still angry, to the point that steam was almost coming out of her ears.
I sat down at the table and quietly began to eat my breakfast. Stella gave a giant huff of annoyance, slamming her mug down and disappearing into her room, leaving me in peace. I nibbled on the toast and half finished it and drank half my tea before I couldn’t bring myself to have anymore. I began to do the dishes, surprised when Stella came bursting into the kitchen, a wild look in her eyes. She was peeved. To the point, she was irrational and not thinking clearly. All she cared about in that moment was herself.
“Screw him,” she said hotly as I turned to look at her in surprise “I’m not wasting yet another day, watching you do chores and being bored out of my mind. I’m going shopping” she sneered “Besides with that bracelet on, it’s not like you’re going to be able to go anywhere.”
I just blinked at her. She growled and began to storm around, grabbing her purse, and phone and then cursed when she realized she couldn’t find her car keys. “Damnit, did he take them” she cried, throwing her hands up in frustration.
I was about to tell her that the keys were right there, on top of the microwave for some reason when the voice stopped
me.
Keep quiet. She’s so frustrated that she can’t see them. Stupid woman.
I kept quiet. She fumed and then dialed a number on her phone. “I’ll just take a car service” she swore, stomping towards the front door.
She opened the door with a huge yank and then slammed it shut, her voice fading into the distance as she walked away from the house.
I stood there in shock. Had she really just left me alone, in the house? I didn’t want to believe it. I tentatively moved towards the window, peering through the curtains. A limo pulled up at the front of the house and Stella got in, the limo slowly peeling off. My mouth gaped open, my heart began to race. My hands went clammy. Father had gone for the night and I had no clue how long Stella would be gone for. Who knew she would try to go shopping and risk me looking for the remote? Did she think I was too frightened to do so? Or had she taken the remote with her? My shoulders slumped at that possibility.
What are you waiting for? Get moving. You need to find that remote and soon. She won’t be gone long. She’ll be too worried about your father’s reaction if he finds out she left you alone. Move your feet.
She probably took the remote with her, I argued back, even as my feet turned and I began to sweep my eyes around the
room.
She didn’t. She didn’t have a handbag on her remember? Try to pay better attention. Now hurry. She could come back any minute. The remote is in the bedroom. Their bedroom. Move damnit!
I wondered how the voice knew that. What was this voice? Was it my subconscious? It wasn’t my voice, it was different. But it was firm, stern, and more mature than my own. Maybe it was my imagination going into overdrive.
My feet moved towards my father’s bedroom. My hand trembled as I reached for the doorknob and attempted to turn it. It wouldn’t budge. The door was locked. f**k. Now what? It was further proof, however, that the remote had to be inside the
room.
You’re stronger than you think. Ram your shoulder against the door as hard as you can. I guarantee the door will move, but it’s going to hurt. The pain is infinitely more preferable to being forced to have an abortion.
The voice was right. I took a few steps back and took deep breaths. I was going to do this once, as hard as possible. I braced myself, took a running start, and jammed my shoulder into the door as hard as I could. To my shock, the wood splintered and the hinges flew off. I panted, pain shooting through my shoulder. I felt like I was going to pass out. I gritted my teeth and headed inside, my eyes darting around frantically. Where would they hide the remote?
I doubted it would be anywhere obvious such as in the dresser or under the bed, or in the bedside tables. The bathroom was instantly ruled out due to the water. I knew the remote couldn’t get wet. I bit my lip. I didn’t have long. I tried to put myself in my father’s shoes. My eyes narrowed as I looked closer at a small vent above the bed. The screws had been taken out. They had been placed back in but loosely so that he could yank them out and get to the remote quickly. I got on the bed and began to pull the screws out. I cut my fingers but didn’t care, my fingers scrabbling at the vent, pulling it away and pulling out the remote triumphantly. I pressed the unlock button and the bracelet opened on my wrist automatically. I yanked it off and then stomped on it, breaking it into pieces. I would never allow that to be put back on me against my will. I slammed the remote against the bedside table, breaking it in two, and then raced out of the bedroom.
Grab those keys. Move it. You don’t have time to grab anything else. That can be arranged later.
Screw it. I wasn’t about to question this voice anymore. So far it hadn’t led me astray. Not even once. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed the car keys, jogging out the front door. I didn’t even bother to close it, racing to the car and unlocking it. I got into the driver’s side. I knew how to drive due to driver’s ed at school and I started the car, buckling myself up, and then hesitated. Where in the hell was I going to go?
The voice sounded again. A little impatient this time. Slightly angry as well.
Seek sanctuary, you dummy. Who do you know that would help you without question? Who loves you like a brother and would do anything for you? Who would offer his assistance without asking for anything in return? Who would fight for you and whose family has been more of a family to you than your own? I can’t believe I even have to tell you this. I thought you were smarter than this Jordan.
Jaxon’s it was. The voice didn’t have to be so sarcastic though I mused. I drove off, praying that the patrol wouldn’t notice who was behind the car. The gods were smiling down on me today, because I got let out without incident, and then as I reached the roads I floored it, looking over my shoulder every few seconds, fearful of being followed. I wouldn’t rest easy until I reached Jaxon’s pack.
It was a nerve-wracking drive. Even though Jaxon’s pack was close, there was every possibility of being caught before I could make it. As I swerved through the gates, I was lucky that the patrol recognized me from an earlier visit and waved me through. I pulled right up to the front of the pack house, practically nose to nose to the building, and pushed the door to the car open, shutting the engine off, and sprinted to the front door, banging on it frantically.
By now it was possible Stella knew I was gone, and the car probably had a GPS tracker on it. God, please let Jaxon be home. I banged some more, harder, my movements frantic. Come on, come on, I thought desperately. It seemed like a lifetime until the door opened and I spotted my best friend on the other side a bewildered look on his face. I flung myself into his arms, sobbing.
“Jordan,” he said confused, holding me tight “what’s wrong?”
I quickly used the words he hadn’t been anticipating, his mouth falling open in shock “Jaxon I need to seek sanctuary.”