Chapter 21 21
Phoebe~~
My wolf whimpered. I curled my fingers into my palms, my jaw clenched.
The sound of the monitor was consistent, and I fought to release my breath once again. Someone tapped my cheek again and again, and until hot tears spilled down my face, I was able to open my eyes, even though my vision was blurry at first.
I inhaled the scent of antiseptics, followed by the strong smell of drugs that made my belly rumble in disgust. Whatever medicine it was, had a strong smell which I hated.
“Awake?”
I quickly turned to where the voice came from, and a cold pit formed in my belly. I shook my head, not believing what I saw, so I shut my eyes again, hoping that I would be taken back to where I came from.
My wolf purred in my head, ‘Open those eyes. You didn't succeed in killing us.’
It can't be true. I drank the contents in that bottle, and my wolf went silent. Then I began throwing up blood until I passed out. There was no way I was saved by someone that instant, because I felt no one around me.
‘Keep joking to yourself. I went silent because I had to call my mate. Do I look like someone who would die so easily?’ my wolf retorted, and that made my chest swell.
I tried to hold back the bitterness that clouded my mind until it was too much to contain, and I broke out in tears. Why would I survive it? I almost died…so who the fuck came to save me?
‘Didn't you hear me? I said I called my mate, and he came to save us. You should pity me for absorbing all the contents in that bottle.’
That can't be true!
‘I didn't know you're this gullible,’ my wolf snorted.
It was indeed messing with my mind. I took a big step this time, and it didn't work, so which one would? Should I just stab myself to death?
‘And I will heal you, so don't even go there.’
I couldn't help but snap at my wolf, ‘Shouldn't I be the one mad here? If you're tired of me, then look for another female to stay with.’
‘Tell that to the moon goddess!’ she slammed back at me.
I gritted my teeth, trying not to yell out. But despite how much I struggled, I screamed out so loud and jolted from the bed. My breathing fastened. The doctors rushed into the ward where I was, all looking scared that something must have happened to me. But upon seeing Knox, who stood without doing or saying a thing, they were stunned as to what was going on.
My face paled. I turned to one of the doctors, the one standing almost closer to me, and gripped his coat, looking him in the eyes. “Why did you do that? Are you not supposed to know that it was suicide, so you can let me pass on?” I growled at his face, and he was probably shivering.
I lost control of myself, and I thought I would go crazy.
The doctor turned to Knox, unable to say a thing, but I shoved him backwards, gripped my hair and almost yanked it off my scalp if they didn't all rush to me.
“You all; I hate you all. Get the fuck away from me. Can't you see that I don't need your help? If you loved me, you should have just let me die. Or, can you just get me a toxic liquid to take? And I will forgive all of you…” I kept ranting, tears welling in my eyes.
I was so ashamed of myself and just needed to leave this earth. The moon goddess was so cruel to give me such a fate.
“Let her be! She can yell it all out.” Knox said to them, and they all turned and dashed out of the ward immediately.
No one would believe that I had been hospitalized because the goddess knew how many hours or even days, but I just didn't like the reality that dawned on me. I twitched towards Knox, looking him in the eyes, “Satisfied that you brought me back to begin my suffering again?”
“Your wolf isn't completely healed, so you need to stay for a few more days, taking treatments,” he rather responded, as though I was a joke. “Now get back there and lie down.”
I scoffed, and with the anger rising in me, I slapped my palm across his cheek, and his eyes shut. I didn't regret hitting him one bit, especially if that would make him kill me already. “How many more people will you hurt because of me? You want me to live, so you could torture me emotionally by killing my loved ones. Was this your promise to me years back?”
He went mute, just staring at me, and I could feel the fury raging in him, but not scared one bit.
“Maybe I should look for another alternative to do this. I have to leave this world for the savage you.” I screeched to his face before turning around, hoping to exit the ward, only to be pulled back by my waist.
My efforts to get away from him were in vain. Instead, he dragged me to the bed and forced me to lie there. Before I realized it, my hands and legs were chained to the bed, making it impossible for me to even move my body around.
I glared at him, my chest rising and falling forcefully. “Is this all you got? Will I stay this way forever?”
But he ignored me. “Send for the doctor…” he said and smirked at me. “You should be apologizing for attempting suicide.”
How dare he? Why would I owe him an apology?
“And until you do so, I'll have you bound,” he added and turned his back to me.
My lips suddenly became too heavy to speak. His audacity to seek an apology from me, as though he owned my life. What does he think he is to crave such? He didn't make me, and being his mate didn't mean I was his possession.
Whether a slave to him or not, I was Phoebe and not some dickhead's property.
Soon, while I was still panting from my anger, a doctor came in and began checking up on me. I couldn't refuse it because I was chained to the bed, and when he was done, he whispered something to Knox and left.
The devil turned to glance at me and then vacated the room as well.
I stayed there alone, just staring at the ceiling until I couldn't help but break into tears. I sobbed so much until my eyes began hurting, and I dozed off. Heaven knew how much I slept, but when I woke up, I was in a cold torture room, one he had thrown me into before.
My two hands were chained backwards, and my legs were tied up as well. I saw him sitting some distance from me, busy flipping the pages of a book, as though he didn't know I was awake.
“Now that you brought me here, what will you do to me?” I ended the silence in the room, but he still didn't look up at me. “Knox, just say something and quit being cool. I am the victim here, so what are you up to this time?”
He dropped the book he was holding, stood and began coming closer to me. He took out a stick of cigarettes from his pocket, lit it before my eyes, then inhaled and exhaled the smoke. “You will have to apologize for what you did, then promise not to repeat it. If you do, I won't punish you.”
“And if I don't?” I asked desperately, because the last thing I would do was grant his demand.
He scoffed, and I saw the anger across his face, which made him throw away the cigarette he held. “Are you joking right now? Do you think you can stand me punishing you, Phoebe?”
I nodded, because it was better than apologizing for shit. “Just do your worst. I will never apologize.” I snarled in a whisper, causing my wolf to pound my head.