Page 21 of Deadly Sweet

I take in the massive bed with all its open space, and I’m instantly filled with unease.

Chewing on my lower lip, I think.

It’s too much space. Too open. I don’t like it.

While I might have hated being trapped in that tiny cell, the only silver lining is that Omegas crave small, safe places.

This feels too exposed.

Grabbing the blanket off the bed, I head over to the closet and pull it open. It’s small, but with it being empty, it has just enough space for one person.This will do.

Quickly, I make a little nest of my own, grabbing the pillows off the bed too. Something I’ve never been able to do before because I’ve never had enough materials to make a nest.

And while this is nowhere near as awesome as the nests I’ve seen on TV, as I lie down in the plush blankets and pillows, I sigh heavily in contentment and bury my face into the soft fabric.

It might not be much to most, but this right here feels like winning the lottery.

As I lay there in the silence, I start to grow uneasy. I hate the silence. I hear voices, sounds, and everything becomes amplified. It makes my brain feel weird.

So I do what I always do, and hum, drowning out the sounds in my mind.

I don’t know the song, don’t remember where I heard it from, but for as long as I can remember, it’s been inside my head.

It’s comforting, making me feel as if there was something better before all of this.

Maybe now that I’m free, I’ll be able to figure out if that's true.

The way everyone’s been acting tells me I wasn’t just some random Omega. I meant something to someone.

Jerry said something about my father and how he tried to ruin Corbin, so he ruined my father tenfold.

Who is my father? Does he miss me? Does he want me back?

What about my mom? Do I have any siblings?

I hum louder, trying to drown out my racing thoughts.

As little images I can’t decipher flash through my mind, I start to drift into the state of unconsciousness. They land on a sweet little face. A smiling, giggling, happy face.

I smile. My sweet boy.

At least when I’m asleep, I get to dream about him and what our lives would have been like. He’ll always be with me, in my heart.

I’ll get our revenge, baby boy. Mama won’t let you down.

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Ijolt up out of sleep, heart racing, head spinning.

Where am I?

Blinking my eyes open, I find myself in pitch black darkness. “What the fuck?” I frown.Did Corbin cut the power or something?

Feeling around, I frown harder. I don’t remember this soft blanket.When did I get that?

Sniffing, I grow even more confused. There are smells I don’t recognize.

Getting to my knees, I fumble around, my hand meeting a flat surface.Am I in some sort of box?

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