Chapter Seven.

Chapter Seven.

He was slowly stalking his was towards me, his footsteps light as if his feet weren't touching the floor. His green eyes identical to my own were a light with anger; the unusual golden flecks seemed to darken in anger. I flinched away from him and cowered into the wall behind me, the cold plaster caused a shiver to run through my body whilst I shook with fear.

"Please." I begged. I could feel the warm tears that ran down my cheek leaving behind a salty trail.

"You're worthless." He spat as he inched closure towards me.

I knew that he was right but I still shook my head from side to side, trying to stop his voice from getting to me. I had been told many times that I was worthless, it was no different from all of the other times that he had backed me into a corner as insulted me.

"You're stupid." He hissed.

I could feel the hatred that rolled off of him in waves as if they were actual waves of water crashing into my body and knocking me back against the wall with every insult. I couldn't breathe, the breath in my throat got caught and my lungs burned as I continued to chock on nothing.

"You're pathetic." He sneered.

Every word that he spoke to me was like a slap on the face. I knew that everything he said was true; it had been drilled into my brain since I had discovered what those words meant. It was heart breaking to know that my own dad thought so little of me, that he enjoyed both the physical and mental abuse that I suffered at his hand. I wanted to cry out and tell him to stop, tell him that he was lying but that would only make the situation worse. The pain that I was about to endure would only increase tenfold.

"You were a mistake." He growled from deep within his chest. I had never heard him sound so animalistic before and it scared me. My entire being was frozen in fear as I stood paralysed against the wall.

I didn't fight back as his hand slowly wrapped around my neck whilst adding pressure. He was slowly suffocating me, cutting of my air supply making it almost impossible to breathe. I could see the amused glint in his eyes and I knew that he was enjoying watching the life slowly slip away from my eyes right in front of him. I began to struggle against his hold, my hands wrapping around his wrist as my fingers clawed at his skin. I was trashing against his hold, my legs kicking out in different directions whilst I pleaded silently with my eyes for him to let me go.

"Esme," my name was being called from far away. It was calling out to me from darkness that I was trapped within.

I woke with a breathless gasp, my throat burned and my eyesight was blurred with tears making it difficult to see. My heart beat rapidly against my chest; it felt as if it was trying to escape my body all together with each painful contraction, my hands were cold and sweating whilst I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself down.

It had just been a nightmare, it had all been true. The memories had all mixed together to create one nightmare. I could still feel his hands on my throat, his words echoed within my ears. I knew that I was foolish to ever think that I would be able to escape him, he may have disappeared from my day to day life but he would always haunt my dreams whether I liked it or not. The memories would forever be imprinted in to my mind and I had to learn to cope with them.

I was lying down on a bed, it was unfamiliar and the mattress underneath me was hard and uncomfortable. My body was propped up with pillows that were surprisingly comfortable, fluffy and large that allowed my entire upper half to sink in to them. A white blanket pooled at my waist whilst my body was covered in what looked like a large t-shirt that I had never seen before. The dark blue t-shirt dwarfed my entire body; the soft material gently caressed my sensitive skin whilst a scent that I was surprisingly familiar with could be smelt.

It was intoxicating, it was appealing and it was heavenly. It was woodsy, with a hint of spice and all man. The only person I knew that smelt so inviting was Logan who had insisted on holding me every opportunity he got allowing me to familiarise myself with his scent. The memories of the previous day were all a blur, some of them were clear whilst other were blurred outlines of those that had been surrounding me at the time.

I looked around the room that I was in; it was large and had many beds similar to the one that I was in. The walls were painted a plain white almost a light cream colour. The room looked similar to that of a hospital ward, it smelled and looked clean. I was attached to a machine that monitored my heart whilst a drip was sticking out of my arm, it was unpleasant to look at and I quickly looked away as I felt my stomach churn at the sight.

"Esme?" A voice asked as I slowly rolled my head to the side to see that my mum was sitting at my side.

My mum looked tired, her blonde hair was hanging limply around her face, and the shine had disappeared. She looked tired with dark circles around her eyes, she was wearing and oversized jumper that hid her figure. I wondered how long she had been sat at my side; my pale hand was still cradled in her own as she gently ran her thumb over the back of my hand.

I went to speak, my mouth opened but nothing came out but an audible gasp. I gently touched my throat with my fingers tips, although the skin was still tender it wasn't as sensitive as it had been and I wondered how long I had been unconscious. I looked at my mum who had let go of my hand to hand me a cup of water.

I gratefully took the plastic cup and brought it to my lips where I greedily drank the entire contents before handing it back to her so that she could refill the cup with the jug of water. I continued to drink from the cup and hold it out for more until my thirst was satisfied and it settled comfortably in my stomach.

"How are you feeling?" She asked me as she settled back into her seat and smiled softly, her hand once again in mine.

I once again went to open my mouth to tell her how I felt but nothing came out. I frowned as I tried again, it didn't make sense, my mouth and throat were no longer dry and I could tell that the bruises had decreased dramatically. I continued to try over and over again but nothing came out, my frowned deepened as I began to worry that I had lost my voice. My mum also had a worried frown on her face as she stood from her seat and hurried to the door.

I wanted to call out to her and ask her where she was going but nothing happened and I felt tears well in my eyes. My hands shook as I brought them up to my throat and began to slowly massage my neck hoping that my vocal cords were just asleep and needed to be woken up.

"Doctor Davies!" My mum called from the door way as she looked back at me panicking on the bed.

I could hear footsteps making their way towards the door as it was thrown open. Logan stood in the doorway looking on edge as he scanned the room until he found me sat up on the bed. Logan's brown eyes were swirling with emotions and his blonde hair was sticking up in many different directions. In a few strides he was standing next to my bed as I slowly cringed away, I didn't like how he stalked towards me as if I were his prey. His face was etched with worry as he reached out to hold my hand; I had anticipated this as I quickly moved my hands so that they were folded together in my lap under the blanket.

"Is everything alright? Are you hurt? Can I get you anything? What's wrong Esme?" He was frantic as his hands hovered over the edge of the bed and dangerously close to my thigh as I watched him fuss. "Talk to me."

I once again opened my mouth to try to tell him that I needed him to move away, that I needed space but once again nothing came out of my mouth. I felt tears of frustration slowly role down my cheeks as I desperately tried to talk. Every now and then I would gasp a little and every time no other side came out of my mouth afterwards I felt a little bit of hope disappear within me.

"Why are you crying?" He asked as his hands reached up and towards my face.

I cowered away from him as I covered my face with my arms. The nightmare I had been having before I woke up was still fresh in my mind making me fear every male, every stranger that came near me even if they had no intention of harming me. It was an automatic reaction that I had always had and I had never been able to get over it.

The door creaked open wider as a tall, elderly man walking into the room wearing a white lab coat whilst a pair of glasses rested on the edge of his nose. I guessed that this was Doctor Davies the man that my mum had been calling out to. He held a clipboard in his hands whilst he slowly made his way into the room and towards where I lay on the bed, my mum walked at his side whilst she bit her lower lip with worry.

"It's good to see you awake Luna, I'm Doctor Davies but you can call me Luke." He told me with a smile on his face as he stood beside Logan who shifted out of the way to make room for Doctor Davies.

I frowned as he called me 'Luna'. I could remember Paul calling Gemma his 'Luna' when he had introduced himself and his family in the kitchen after he had begun shouting. I was not a 'Luna' and I had still yet to know what it actually meant. I didn't want to be called anything other than my name as it confused me and I wasn't used to it, half of the names that I had been called weren't familiar to me and I didn't understand what they meant.

I only nodded in response knowing that I wouldn't be able to talk. I had given up trying a few moments ago and it didn't help that Logan was stood by the head of the bed leaning over me where I sat as his breath blew strands over my face. I brushed the hair behind my ear with a shaking hand as I looked at the Doctor in the white lab coat.

"It seems that your heart rate is normal along with your breathing, your air waves are clear and the drip is slowly adding moisture and nutrients to your body, everything looks normal." He smiled warmly as he began to take notes onto the piece of paper on the clip board.

"Um Doctor," my mum cleared her throat as she walked around the other side of the bed to take my hand, "she can't talk."

I watched as the Doctors white eyebrows frowned whilst he looked back down at his notes, "I was afraid that this would happen."

"You mean that you knew that this could happen and you didn't tell me!" Logan asked outrages as I watched his hands ball into fists on the side of the bed. I felt bad for the doctor who cringed away from his tone of voice.

"I'm sorry Alpha I had my suspicions but I didn't want to worry any of you in case she woke up and could talk. I apologise for keeping this information from you and it won't happen again but I didn't want to cause any unnecessary worry for anyone." Doctor Luke said as he cowered away from Logan who was breathing heavily whilst he gave a curt nod accepting the Doctors apologies.

I didn't like that they spoke about me as if I wasn't there but then I liked to be ignored. I didn't like being the centre of attention as it made me nervous and uneasy. Logan was putting more pressure on Doctor Luke who began to go over his notes once again the pen in his hand brought to his mouth as he thought hard about something.

"If I may Alpha I would like to inspect the Luna's throat and that would involve touching her." Doctor Luke asked. I frowned once again; I didn't like that Doctor Luke had to ask permission to touch me as Logan had no control over me, he was nothing but a stranger and I wasn't a possession. I didn't belong to him.

"You may." Logan granted him permission.

Doctor look nodded as he placed the clip board onto the bed beside my leg before slowly walking closer to me until he stood directly in front of me.

"I'm going to slowly touch your throat I want you to pull away if it hurts." He told me.

I only nodded in response as his fingertips gently began to touch my neck. His fingers were cold as he began to touch certain areas of my throat. It was tender from the bruises but it didn't hurt enough to have me pulling away from his gently touch. I was shocked when pain laced through my throat whilst I pulled away as fast as I could with a jerk of my head. Doctor Luke had touched something towards the front of my throat and near my glands that had caused a lot of pain. Logan growled lowly at his side when he saw me wince and I could see that he was trying his hardest to ignore Logan's presence.

"Hm," he mused," can you open your mouth as wide as possible please?" He asked.

I did as he asked and titled my head back as he guided it with his hands. I watched whilst he used a small torch to shine light into my throat, his eyes scanned the light as he moved it around my open mouth. I didn't know what he was looking for but whatever he found caused him to grimace as he flicked off the torch and allowed me to close my mouth.

"What is it?" Logan asked anxiously.

My mum squeezed my hand causing me to look at her. She was watching me closely with a worried expression. She always worried about me and I knew that it wasn't good for her health. I was alive and that was all that mattered. It didn't matter that I had temporarily lost my voice as I was sure that there was a logically explanation to why I couldn't speak. I wished that my mum wouldn't worry but then I worried about her and it was unfair for me to ask her to stop.

"It appears that her vocal cords a slightly damaged and bruised. The following days after the, um incident she underwent a lot of stress and dehydration which was why she passed out and why it had taken longer than normal for her to heal. It will take a few days for any sign of improvement for Esme. It shouldn't be long until she can use her voice again but the lose is only temporary; her voice will come back with time and a lot of rest." Doctor Luke told us all whilst I saw both my mum and Logan visibly relax at his words.

I was relieved to know that I would be able to talk again and I was gratefully that it wasn't anything more serious that would stop me from talking ever again. I had so many questions that I needed to ask my mum. My memories of the other night may have been blurred but I knew what had gone on and what had been said. I needed to know what a 'rogue' and 'Luna' was, I needed to know if 'mate' meant friend or something completely different. I needed to know what Logan had meant by who I was and what I was. The questions that I had for both my mum and Logan were endless.

"In the mean time I suggest that stay here, in bed whilst you rest and eat. You can use this notepad and pen to communicate if you wish." Doctor Luke said as he hand me a notepad that I hadn't seen earlier and a pen just like he said.

"Thank you Doctor." My mum smiled gratefully at the white haired man.

"If you need anything just call my name again or ask Alpha Logan to contact me through the pack-link." He told her.

I felt my eyes widen considerably as Doctor Luke mentioned a 'pack-link'. I had read a few werewolf stories that had mentioned a pack-link but I had never thought that it was real just like I had never thought that werewolves were real but I had been wrong as Logan and his entire pack were werewolves. I guessed that a pack-link meant that everyone could communicate with one another using their minds that they didn't need telephones or verbal communication as it could easily be done using their brains.

"Thank you Doctor." Logan thanked the shocked Doctor who made his was out of the room in a hurry.

"Don't worry Esme," my mum told me softly as she reached up and cupped my cheek in her hand, "you'll be able to talk in no time."

I was glad that she was reassuring me and knowing that I had the support of my mum made me feel a lot better about the situation. I watched as she pulled a chair up to the side of the bed and sat down whilst Logan sat in her previous chair on the other side. I felt Logan watching me intently his elbows propped up on the side of the bed whilst his fingers laced together with his chin resting on the top of them.

I quickly grabbed the note pad and pen and scribbled across the page, 'you should get some sleep, and I'll be fine here'. I wrote as neatly as I could before showing my mum what I had written.

"I'm fine, I've been sleeping here all morning and I'm not tired." She smiled as she patted the notepad.

I frowned. I could clearly see the dark circles around her eyes and she wasn't fooling me. I felt bad for making her sleep on the uncomfortable hospital bed but there was nothing I could say, nothing that I could write that would make her change her mind.

'I have some questions', I wrote again as I held it up so that both my mum and Logan could read the message. If my mum was set on staying up then I had to ask her the questions that had been continuously on my mind since I had woken up.

"You need to rest; we will answer tall your questions when you've rested." Logan told me from my side as I looked at him with a slight glare.

I angrily scribbled down on the page, 'I'm fine please I'm so confused'.

I was confused as I pleadingly looked between the two of them. I saw them spare a glance at each other before my mum let out a loud sigh whilst Logan shifted in his seat, his eyes intensity increased, the chocolate brown eyes swirled with emotions. I knew that between them that they had decided to answer my questions and I felt a sense of triumphant take over me. I too began to get more comfortable as I turned the page over.

Logan smiled softly at me as he watched me, "ask away."

AN//: Hi guys:-) I'm sorry for the unpleasant start to this chapter. I know this chapter isn't the best but the next chapter (which will hopefully be uploaded tomorrow) will be a lot better and she finds out a lot of things! I'm sorry for the mistakes but the chapter are unedited, so thank you for baring with me. This is dedicated to all of you, thank you for reading, voting, commenting and fanning!

~I've been thinking of doing Logan's point of view but I don't know when or what you guys think, so would you like one?