Alpha’s Virgin Stripper

Jojo:

I was seated on the hard concrete of the cell floor. Anytime I opened my nostrils to breathe, I sniffed in cobwebs and dust. It was hard to accept that the alpha’s father had kept my mother in this terrible condition for days, while I spent my time in Rush trying to force myself to believe that she was okay. But my mother was far from alright, she was in pain, and it was all because of Alpha Cole.

I had sworn to myself that I would erase the feeling of hate from my heart, and try my best to forgive all those who had wronged me. But men like alpha Cole and my father, they brought out the worst in me, the very worst.

My mother’s frail body leaned into a corner of the dusty room. She wrapped her hands around her knees and rested her right cheek on it. I wanted to call out to her, to let her rest her head on my thighs and try to get some sleep. I didn’t know how long I had been here, but I believed it would only be a matter of time until… until the alpha came.

I was sure that he would come for my mother and I. He always showed up when I needed him the most.

But seconds, minutes and hours soon passed, and I was starting to grow more and more worried. There was a gnawing feeling in my chest, an ache I could not ignore. My heart started to pound in my chest at an alarming rate and I started to get restless. I continuously tapped my feet on the floor of the cell room, and even though the brick walls were cold, sweat started to trickle down my face.

Unable to remain seated, I rose from the ground and started to pace around the cell. Something was wrong. I could feel in my heart that something was terribly wrong. My right nipple started to hurt very badly. I groaned softly and pressed my left hand on my right breast. It felt like my nipple was being cut off with a sharp knife. The more I tried to massage it, the more it hurt.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I let out a loud groan and allowed my back fall towards the wall.

“Are you okay, Jojo?” My mother asked. I could tell she was worried. Her tone was laced with concern.

I pressed my eyelids shut and turned to her. I was scared, terribly scared.

“I do not know, mother. It feels like… it feels like something is terribly wrong.” I started to stutter. I allowed myself slide to the ground when I started to fall short of breath. My left hand did not leave my right breast, I was scared it would hurt more if I did.

My mother rushed towards me and settled into the small space by my side. She gripped both my knees with firm hands and looked me straight into my eyes.

“You do not have to worry about anything, Jojo. Nothing is going to happen to you, do you understand me? Valerie and Lucian would be fine. Alpha Lake must be with them now. He would come for you in no time.” She tried to reassure me. But the voices in my head and the pain in my right breast sang a different song.

Tears welled up in the corners of my eyes. If anything had happened to either of them, I was not sure I would ever be able to forgive myself.

“I shouldn’t have left them alone, mother.” I started to sob.

“I shouldn’t have.”

“It’s okay, Jojo.” She leaned further into me and started to tap my head gently.

I held onto her hands for support, I always felt stronger when I did so.

Suddenly, the manic laughter of a man echoed from the wall beside us. I had been too engrossed in my thoughts to think of the fact that someone could inhabit the cell next to us.

The laughter continued to ring in my ears, but it was not only the sound of the laughter. It was also the familiarity of the sound. He… he sounded too much like…

I tilted my head to look at the wall that separated the man’s cell from ours, before I stared down at my mother.

“Ignore him, Jo. He isn’t worth it. He really isn’t.” She tried to whisper, but I had since gone past reasoning.

My face twisted into a deep frown, it contorted with the pure and burning rage that suddenly rushed through my blood and conquered my adrenaline. I was beyond furious, I was enraged.

“You know, after these years, I really thought you would be smarter than the whore that gave birth to you, Jojo. But it turns out the both of you are pretty much the same. You were stupid enough to get pregnant for a man who does not give a shit about you, or your child. And look where it landed you… right next to your whore of a mother.” For the first time in almost thirteen years, Jesse Wyatt spoke to me.

I started to feel the burn on my arm again, when he had tossed me to the hot kettle. I could feel all the slaps and punches he scarred my mother with. And when the sight of her bleeding profusely rushed through my mind, I wanted to look into his eyes and vomit on his fucking face!

I chuckled bitterly. My mother wrapped her right hand around my wrist. In her eyes were a silent plea, she was begging me not to speak. But I was not going to stay quiet and watch him insult her… never again.

“And after these years, I thought you’ll have mastered shame. You should bow your head in shame and stay silent when you see my mother and I, after everything you’ve done…”

“There was nothing I did that yourself and your mother did not deserve!” He yelled. I heard the spite in his voice, the anger, the irritation.

So many years had passed and he had not changed. I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces inside my chest. I did not know which hurt me more; that he was the man who had birthed me, or that I somehow had hopes that he would be remorseful if I ever met him again.

“You know what?” I started to speak. I rose from the floor and walked with shaky legs down to the wall that separated the both of us.

“I hope that someday, I get to look you in the eyes and tell you how miserable you fucking are.”

“Fuck off. You’re no better than I am. None of you are!”

Why you…!

My fists rolled into tight balls and I grit my teeth in annoyance.

“Jojo, he is not worth it…” My mother’s soft voice filled my ears again, but I refused to listen.

Yes, he wasn’t worth it. But there were some things that had to be said.

“No mother,” I snarled. The pain of a disappointed child and daughter washed over me. I couldn’t stop myself from wishing things were different.

My tears threatened to choke my voice, but I did a good job at swallowing them back.

“Let me tell this man how pathetic he truly is! One day, one day I hope you look in the mirror and slap yourself so hard, I hope that you come to your senses and I hope that the regret eats you from the inside out like a fucking cancer! I hope that one day, you come to see the kind of monster you are, I hope that you seek death as retribution, and I hope that death deserts you! I hope that death stares you in the eyes and laughs you to scorn, because… because…” My upper jaw grinded against my lower jaw. I was so close to punching the wall.Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

“… because death would be too merciful of an end for you. You would live, Jesse Wyatt. You would live everyday of your life praying for death to come, until your bones dry up.”

When I finished, I staggered backwards.

I struggled to steady my breathing as tears started to run down my eyes.

I heard the sound of a huge metal door slide open and my mother stood up immediately. She walked to my side and held my right hand. She squeezed it and kissed my right cheek.

I didn’t know who was coming, but I wasn’t going anywhere without my mother.

We heard the sound of footsteps, a total of two men were marching towards us. I turned to my mother with tears in my eyes, and she flashed me her most reassuring smile.

The men stood in front of our cell and one of them opened the lock. My mother held onto me as they both stepped into the cell. I started to shiver with fear. I did not want them to take my mother away from me.

The first man snatched my hand and pulled me away from my mother. I saw her fall to the ground from the corner of my right eye and I screamed. I was dragged out of the cell, while she was left behind.

“No! Mother!” I tried to run back to her, but one of the guards lifted me from the ground and threw me over his shoulder.

“Mum!” I continued to scream as tears poured from my eyes.