Stronger by Ang Chris

Chapter 94

Annettes POV

“Grayson.

In the dizzy fatigue state I was in all I knew was I wanted him. Where’s Grayson? The last thing I remember was black

boots in the snow.

After that, it was an awful state of incoherence like I’d had too much to drink or I’d taken the wrong medication. My whole world felt distorted and my b*dy felt off.

I don’t remember the trip to where I am now, I don’t remember what day it was, no matter how hard I tried to keep track. Sometimes when I opened my eyes it felt like twenty minutes had passed, sometimes it felt like months had. passed.

I was living in a gray barren world and I was entirely alone. For the first time ever.

Seraphim was gone in the murky woods that now covered my thoughts; she was nowhere to be found and whenever I got with it enough to try and figure out where I was and see what I could, someone would come in.

I could never see their face but they’d stick me with the needle and I’d go back to sleep. To the pitch black that I now dreamed, I couldn’t escape my life even then.

One face kept coming back to me blonde hair green eyes coming close to me as if to suffocate me. Always whispering my name to me calling to me.

More often than not when I awoke I’d get sick throwing up something but I don’t remember eating. I’d get the shakes

and huddle under some blankets.

After what I think were days of this I realized that my leg was bound by a silver chain. In and out of sleep 1 kept forgetting that I’d discovered that and then I’d remember and then I’d remember just how many times that’d happened.

I started by counting trying to count the seconds before I’d fall asleep again then I’d make sure the sun was up before I’d sleep. When I’d wake up and the sun was up I decided that it was the same day.

I’d search my mind for my wolf running around in the woods for her lost in a wilderness of my design. No matter how hard I called for her she wouldn’t answer. Why wouldn’t she answer?

I kept my thoughts away from that bundle of cloth I’d sent off. If I thought of it I’d probably die from the pain. I couldn’t bear what had happened so I forced myself to keep informed like nothing had happened.

If I didn’t acknowledge it, whatever other horrid that had happened would never meet my eyes and I could somehow

survive this.

taken over it. I would force myself

solitude.

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got a friend. Annette,” the green eyes told me. “This will all be over soon and your ex–husband won’t be able

shouting no one answering-

long had I been gone?

couldn’t have been long it couldn’t have

“Grayson.

wouldn’t give up. He’d find me, he’d

gray trees and swamp floor of my head and search for Seraphine. She’d show me how to get home. I

me calling my name and telling me how beautiful I was. I didn’t want to be beautiful I wanted my husband. Where was my

an eternity of this I opened my eyes

around, a cinderblock cell greeted my eyes. Silver bars faced me and a cold concrete

ever laid on. I looked over it and an ornate comforter laid over me and I was

my head had gathered itself. A screen hid a claw foot tub and

hissed. I couldn’t understand what was

ankle and I whipped off the blankets. Sure enough, a silver shackle was clenched around

growled grabbing it and bracing the pain of touching it trying

off.

man with a mop of brown hair and rectangle glasses stood on the other side of the bars. “He’ll make me

is fight,”

of the

you think?”

holding me. I knew it was

the son?

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he that

I was with it enough to know it couldn’t have been that long. Had my plan

sob. Don’t do that, I told myself. Don’t let it in.

any and all rationally if I