26. Chapter 20
Kaylynn
Another day goes by, and I start to pick at the velvet lining.
This whole situation is insane. Where exactly am I?
Why am I here? But the even bigger question is, where are my supposed Alphas?
These men claimed me as theirs, yet no one is trying to get me out of this?
The more I think, the more I panic, and the more I panic, the more I can’t breathe.
If I keep this up, I’ll be passing out in no time, again . I’m so sick of this shit.
This was not how my life was supposed to go.
No one has ever asked me what I wanted out of life.
No one has ever truly cared enough to really get to know me for me .
My eyes begin to water and a tear falls to my cheek.
When has anything ever been my choice? I try really hard to remember a time, but come up empty.
My father never cared about me truly, I mean look where I am now because of him.
He sold me off like I was a second pair of hand-me-down jeans.
I was only ever going to be his pawn, while he used me as a way to climb up the ladder. I honestly never want to see him again.
Where could the guys be? A low sob comes up my throat. I want to be loved, cared for, admired. When is it going to be my turn to be happy?Is that too much to ask for?
Deciding I have had enough of this shit, I take things into my own hands. I take my leg and kick up into the coffin lid. Thump, “I’m not going to just sit here and rot,” thump . No pun intended, get it? Great, I'm making jokes now, something is definitely wrong. I kick again.
“You fucking scum. Let me out of this piece of shit coffin, you bastard!” I yell as loud as I can. I start banging against the casket as best as I can, but still no one answers.
“I know someone is out there. Why can’t you just let me go, I’ve done nothing wrong!” I gasp for air, the words barely escaping my throat. The sound of an evil laugh comes through the lid of the box I am trapped in.
“You may supposedly be my sons’ mate, but you are a very dumb one. You were told not to speak, you were told women have no say, women are nothing in our society. Yet, you kept blabbing away.” I can hear the sound of legs from a chair scraping against the floor.
“Look, I am still learning, because all of this is new to me. I was literally thrown into all of this without prior notice.” I try to reason with him.
“You have no idea what has happened to me. My life was never supposed to…be like this.” I say as I try to reposition myself, however there isn't much room in here to begin with, so it is very difficult.
We're never supposed to enjoy a casket. Thick thighs save lives, unless you're trying to be comfortable in a confined space.
I snicker for a second, but quickly recover.
I better not make him any angrier than he already is.
“Ah, is that what you think Kaylynn? Because I have known you for quite some time.” He says, his voice sounding almost amused.
I try to think about everyone I may know, trying to recall if I have ever seen him before.
That list is less than the amount of fingers on one hand.
My dad kept me so secluded, I feel like I’m an alien or something. I don’t know, I just don’t fit in.
Have I snuck out before? Yes. Very, very few times. I just wanted an opportunity to experience life. My dad did take me to those meetings though as a kid, but I don’t really remember much of that.
“My sons’ insisted that you were theirs a long time ago.
They threw their fits, and I finally gave in.
You were taken off the market and put away for safe-keeping.
” He replies in an almost bored tone. I shake my head in disbelief, not that he can see me.
No, this can’t be true. I’m not some strung up piece of meat for sale.
What the hell is even happening right now?
“I can understand you being quiet as you think things through. You need to, because you have no idea what you're in for. You were made for us. For Sugar Society. We run things tight over here, that’s why we are still alive and why we are on top. IF I allow you to leave, you should learn to keep quiet and do as my sons’ say, because there will not be a next time. ”
With that, I hear the chair scrape against the floor again, and then footsteps that exit the room, but I'm still left here thinking and lonely. Is he really just leaving me in here? What’s changed?
Nothing. It's like I’m still in my room, lonely, and overthinking my life.
I might have had minimal life experiences, but I’m not stupid.
I am well educated, and I have my own mind.
Whatever this is, I’m not going to just let it go.
You can’t just lock someone up and think nothing will come of it.
I'm so mad, I begin to growl. What was that?
I have never in my life made a sound like this.
I try to calm down and work on my breathing.