12. Savvy
Savvy
“ W here the fuck have you been Savannah?” I jump, my heart skipping a few beats at the sound of Greg’s voice coming from the kitchen. “Get your ass in here. NOW!”
I swallow my fear, doing my best to conceal the panic on my face as I walk slowly into the kitchen. Greg leans against the island in the center of the room, a glass of whiskey in one hand, the other gripping the edge so tightly that his knuckles turn white.
Fuck. Fucking fuck. Why is he pissed now?
“Hi,” I stop on the other side of the island, praying there is enough distance between us for me to get a head start if I need to make a run for it. “Sorry that I’m late. There was more to clean tonight than usual, so I stayed late to get it done.”
He straightens to his full height, - around six feet two - and glares down at me. Fucking Alphas' genetics. Greg is a weasel - no a worm. He should be small, like they are, to match his personality. Instead, he gets to be tall and use that advantage over people who are weaker than him, like me.
“I told you that if I got any complaints about you tonight, we would be having a chat. A pretty blonde girl stopped by my office. Told me how you shamelessly flirted with her boyfriend right in front of her. The same one you spend an hour within the bathroom.”
“She’s just mad because I wouldn’t serve her alcohol, she didn’t have an ID. I was not flirting with her boyfriend. I know you have cameras in there, you can check. ”
The asshole chuckles. “She also showed me a little video. I was shocked when I saw you in it, I must say. Performing on stage with that boy. I thought to myself, surely it had to be from before you came to live with me and your aunt. My Savannah would never break my rules. I was absolutely heartbroken when I saw the video that was taken last month. You’ve been a bad girl, Savvy. ”
“I just wanted to have fun for one night,” I whisper, knowing any excuse is pointless but still trying. “I miss my dad; music makes me feel closer to him. I’m so sorry, I’ll do better.”
He lets out a disappointed sigh, and my legs start to shake. He drinks the remaining whiskey before launching the tumbler past my head, the glass shattering against the wall.
Run Savvy. Fucking run! Do it -RUN!
“Don’t move.” Greg barks, and my body reacts to the command, staying frozen in place. His barks have never worked on me before. Why does this have to happen now? I can feel tears forming in my eyes, but I hold them back.
Don’t show him your scared Savvy. Fight the command.
I try my best to ignore it, but I know it’s too late.
I’m not strong enough to resist his command.
It's fucking cruel to use an Alpha bark on someone so much weaker than you, but Greg doesn’t care.
He grabs a new tumbler and pours himself a drink before walking around the island and stopping in front of me.
He stares down at me, and I can feel myself sweating as I attempt to fight his dominance one last time - but I can’t.
A fucking pathetic whine escapes my lips as I bare my neck to him.
I hate him.
I hate myself .
I hate that I was designated as an Omega. Out of fear. In front of Greg.
“Careful Savannah,” He tilts my chin up so I’m forced to look into his eyes.
“Your Omega is showing. Poor Savvy, you tried so hard to hide the signs but I knew it was coming. No amount of perfume could hide your scent from me. Now be a good little Omega and do as I say. If you listen, I won’t hurt you… a lot.”
I feel the blood leaving my face, a new wave of panic kicking in. “Please don’t hurt me anymore, I’m already falling apart from last night.”
“Dumb girl, why would I take pity on you? You need to be punished.” He pushes away from me, letting go of his grip on my face. “Now tell me, did you fuck that boy in the bathroom?”
I hesitated to answer him, and in that split second of silence, his anger exploded into a swift backhand that slammed into my cheek, leaving me reeling in shock and pain. It also snapped me out of his control, I’m on my feet and bolting from the kitchen.
“You’re so stupid thinking you can get away from me,” He calls from the kitchen, a dark chuckle following his words. “You can’t hide from me either. I can finally smell your fear, sweetheart, and it smells delicious.”
Another whine escapes me, he was right. I can’t hide anywhere in the house, my scent would lead him straight to me. I had to try to get the front door unlocked before he reached me. I fumbled with the keys, but a second later his pounding footsteps caught up to me.
He grabs me roughly by my arms, slamming me into the brick wall next to the door. The impact not only steals my breath but also any lingering illusion of escape, leaving me suspended in a terror I couldn’t outrun.
“You did fuck him, didn’t you?” Greg shouts at me, his spit spraying over my face. He starts shaking me, my head hitting the wall with each jolt. I gasp in pain and shock. I shouldn’t be surprised by his level of violence, but I’m stunned regardless.
“N-No!” Tears are streaming down my face as I answer him. “I was just helping him with his jacket, I promise.”
“I warned you, Savannah, about what would happen if you didn’t follow my rules.” His hand tightens around my arms, his nails digging into my skin. I can feel trickles of blood running down my arm. It’s his other hand, the one making its way up my body that has my body locking up in fear.
His hand reaches my breast and stops. “Be honest, Savannah, did you spread your legs for him?” He squeezes, rubbing his thumb in circular motions, but doesn’t linger long. His hand keeps moving upwards until it comes to a stop at my throat.
I’m going to be sick. “I was helping a customer,” I choked out on a sob. “I met him at an open mic night a month ago. Nothing happened between us! Please, let me go.”
“Making sure he was okay by sucking his dick?” Greg snarls at me, his rough fingers close around my throat, a vice-like grip that steals not only my breath but also any lingering illusion of escape. “I hope it was worth it Savannah.”
My heart pounded wildly, and my mind spun in terror, caught in a loop between disbelief and a desperate need to break free.
Up until he lifted me off the ground, I could only register the sharp sting of pain and the overwhelming panic that surged through me like an electric shock.
I let out a strangled cry when he squeezed, cutting off my airflow.
I reach up with the little strength I have, desperately trying to dislodge his hand from my throat, but it’s no use, he is so much stronger than me.
I can’t even use my legs as a weapon, he has me pinned against the wall with his body.
The corners of my vision started to darken, whatever fight I had left leaving my body.
I welcome death at this moment. It would be better than being here.
Greg couldn’t let me have that, letting go and dropping me to the floor.
I gasp loudly, sucking in air then start coughing.
Greg stood there, watching me with a look of sick pleasure.
I scramble to get up, only managing to get into a crawling position. Every muscle screaming as I push myself, desperate to put distance between us, but the attempt is futile. Greg grabs me by the hair, flinging me back down onto the hard concrete.
He pulls his foot back, before kicking me in the side.
I try my best to make myself as small as possible, curling into a ball, but the kicks just keep coming.
What feels like hours later, he gives a final kick to my ribs and walks away.
I hear him in the kitchen, pouring another drink, but I don’t dare move.
I don’t think I could even if I wanted to.
“I promised my friends you would be a virgin when I sold you to them,” Greg says as he walks back into the room. “Seeing as that is no longer the case, there is nothing stopping me from taking a test drive.”
His words don’t register, it’s only when I hear the metallic click of his belt buckle snapping open that a new wave of tears spill from my eyes.
“I’m still a virgin Greg,” I whisper, knowing there is no point but still trying .
He sighs, placing his glass down on the table before coming back over to me.
I cry out when he grabs me by my hair again, pulling my head backward at a painful angle.
“Still lying to me, Savannah, I’m disappointed, but not surprised, honestly.
As much as I enjoy hearing your cries of pain, I think it’s time you took a little nap. ”
I start to say something, but it’s cut off when my head cracks down on the floor, and everything goes black.