Taken II

Olivera's POV:

My breathing was steady now, my seizures miraculously over, even with the evil hulk of a man standing before me. Jeremy was alive. And it was all that mattered.

"Your mate eh." I heard the man mutter, with a devilish smile. "This would be fun". He added, before walking out of the dimmed room.

I shuddered unconsciously at his words which had an evil forebrooding, before scampering towards Jeremy. He was bent over, writhing on the floor.

What did they do to him? I thought, blinking away tears from my eyes.

He would heal, surely. He had a wolf, unlike me. I concluded, consoling myself.

"Jeremy.." I muttered, when I got to him.

Raising up his head gingerly, I placed it on my laps. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jeremy." I kept muttering, not concerned about the pool of tears threatening to drop from my eyes.

Then I began to hum a slow tune, that Momma always hummed to make me sleep, especially when I was in a bad mood.

I hummed it, my head resting on the wall, until he stopped writhing, taking calm even breaths.

I sighed in relief. I thought he must have slept off.

"Vera, Don't blame yourself." He suddenly said, grasping my attention once again. He wasn't asleep.

"But if I hadn't tried..." I was saying, but he cut me off.

"If you hadn't, we would have been caught still." He said, his voice too low and weak.

I bit my lips worriedly at his statement. I knew he was right but I still couldn't help to blame myself. I was always blamed. So why not take it again, as usual?

"Vera.." He called, as if he could sense my thoughts.

"Yeah." I muttered.

"You are not at fault. Get rid of that feeling." He stated, taking a deep ragged breath.

I could tell he was struggling to talk.

"Save your strength Remy. Stop talking." I mentioned, running my fingers across his silky blond hair.

"Did he touch you?" He asked, as he turned himself with no small effort to face me, his face contorting in pain at the movement, his startling blue eyes gazing into mine steadily, waiting for an answer.

"Jeremy, stop talking. Wait till you heal." I said, rubbing my mud stained hand on his cheeks. He didn't seem to mind. 

"You're still weak." I added worriedly, hoping that he would listen and try sleeping.

But then he was Jeremy; and Jeremy never listens.

"Tell me." He grunted, his eyes shaded with pain.

"No. He didn't." I replied, not finding it necessary to tell him about the slap. It was just a slap. I've received worse.

"Vera.." He was saying, but I was having none of it.

"Sleep." I commanded. It was a weak command, but he got the message still. I cared enough, that I didn't want him to talk. Talking required strength; and he was lacking it in large amounts.

I watched as he took deep even breaths, before shutting his eyelids, his right hand slackened on the cold floor.

Sighing heavily, I reclined properly on the floor, scanning the room once again, trying to make sense of my surroundings.

I couldn't help but wonder where we were.

Had we been taken by our previous pack, or another pack? I couldn't tell. My mind was foggy with tiredness. I couldn't remember some details that I should. I needed to sleep, but sleep was not forthcoming too.

Casting a glance on Jeremy, I sighed in relief again. He was alive, and that was all that mattered.

I had met him in grade 12. He had been a transfer student, but also, our wicked Alpha's nephew.

Later, I did find out from him that the reason why we hadn't seen him around in the pack or in school, was because our Alpha had extricated and banished his family from the pack, after threatening to kill them if they didn't comply.

He had come back, because the Alpha had searched him out through the trackers, after his parents were found dead in their bedroom.

It had been strange and suspicious, but then, he had no choice but to return; at least if he had wanted to stay alive, and find out the mystery behind their death.

He had been the new hot transfer student, and I was the social outcast, the only wolfless student; the bullied one, the rejected one, the nerd with glasses.

The glasses hadn't really been necessary though; I had been able to see clearly without them. But I had just wanted to fit in, to be among a certain clique, even if it was the nerds clique.

 It had only lasted for a while, only till my younger sister, Lisa, announced to the whole school that I was wolfless.

That had been the beginning of my worst days in school. My parents hadn't been able to do anything. They hadn't even reprimanded Lisa.

Why should they? She was their best child. Their only child with a wolf. I was just the cursed one, the unfortunate mistake.

But Jeremy had stepped in, a light in my darkened world. I had just been slipping into depression then, wanting to end it all. No one had noticed, including my parents. My mother had asked an occasional "Are you ok?, What's disturbing you?" But that was it. Nothing more. Of course it wasn't the same for Lisa. Only a slight cry, and she would have them strung on the tip of her fingers.

But Jeremy had stopped me from committing sucide.

It had been on a Friday. Classes had been over, but students had stood in the hallway talking, gisting and planning about parties that I had no idea about.

I had just trudged to my locker, ignoring the paper balls thrown towards me, dodging some and letting some hit me. After all, It would be the last time they would see me, or so I had thought.

I had opened my locker, had stacked my books neatly inside, before taking a long rope which I had sneaked away from home. 

I remembered taking a deep breath, and blinking away tears, stylishly putting the rope inside my schoolbag; before walking out of the hallway.

I had walked steadily to the school's garden, specifically to the big tree standing at the middle of tree. It had been a safe haven for me, and I had known then that I would be found if they ever searched for me.

I had tied the rope on the tree, not knowing that I was being watched by another student; the Jeremy, who had both girls and guys flocking around him, especially since they found out that he was the Alpha's nephew, the Alpha's kind nephew.

Almost snapping my head through the rope, after climbing a short distance on the tree, I had felt a touch on my heel.

Out of fear, I had slipped; falling into the arms of the hottest student in school.

I had seen him around, but it was just from a distance. They wouldn't dare let me near him.

He had been furious at first, but then had stilled as stream of tears flowed down my cheeks. 

He had asked for the why, and I had told him everything, leaving nothing out, for the first time. Our friendship had started then. A friendship that would be tried, unknowingly to me then.

A sharp grunt snapped me out of my reverie.

Jeremy!

Lifting my head off the wall, I faced my safehouse and smiled sadly, removing the strings of yellow hair on his face which was a little bit contorted with creases of pain and worry.

"We would be fine." I muttered, rubbing my fingers across his forehead as if to smooth the creases that had metamorphosed there earlier.

"We would be fine."