Goodbye cruel word. Goodbye friends, family. Goodbye all those uneaten packs of Ramen Noodles. I had a good run I suppose.

I back away slowly from the seething man standing in the doorway, crying once again. I hate showing weakness, and I especially hate crying, but I couldn't help it. My tears were free spirits and did as they pleased today. My back hit the wall and I knew that was as far away as I could get.

Cayton steps in, his eyes softening slightly when he sees me. Right now, I was admittedly scared. If he has the power—and the temper—to break down a door, I don't stand a fighting chance. There is a bed so close to me, who's to say he wouldn't overpower me and rape me?

Even as these thoughts were bouncing around in my head, part of me was finding it hard to believe he would do something like that. Which is odd, considering the only pieces of information I have about him all scream danger.

He takes one step towards me, and I start screaming. I don't know who the hell is going to help me—considering the only people here helped kidnap me—but it's the only thing I have going for me. My screams can burst an eardrum if I want them to. He clamps his hand over my mouth, only being able to bring my screams down a few notches. They're still pretty loud though, thanks to my iron lungs.

"Macy, calm down. I'm not going to hurt you," Cayton says soothingly. I continue screaming with his hand over my mouth. Could someone at least make sure I wasn't getting murdered up here?

The problem with screaming is that eventually, you have to stop. And sadly, my throat gave out before I was ready.

"You done yet?" he asks once my screams die down. I nod my head weakly and he lets go. He was close, too close for comfort, but yet not close enough. My contradicting feelings make me want to ram my head through a wall, but for now I settle on asking the one question on my mind.

"Why am I here?" I whisper, my voice slightly raspy from the screaming and crying.

"Because, you're mine and-"

"I'm no ones," I hiss. I'm my own. Only I am mine. Confusing, yes. It makes sense if you think about it though. Back to the point, claiming someone is 'yours' is not a legitimate reason to kidnap them. Especially if that person isn't yours.

"Yes, you are," he says firmly. "Now listen, I don't want you to make this harder than you're making it right now. So I'm going to set some ground rules. No one is allowed to touch you but me, no one is allowed to think about you, and no other male is allowed to be alone with you," he orders.

Right, because that's reasonable. 'No one is allowed to think about you'. I totally have control over that. But more importantly, who does he think he is, as if I would want anyone to touch me or be alone with me? What makes him so special anyways, that he gets to be the exception to his creepy rules? Soon my tears become ones of anger.

"I don't know who you think you are or what your problem is, but I'm not going to let you try and boss me around. Now let me go before I... I..." I stumble to find a good enough threat.

"You what?" he says smugly. I glare at him before a tiny idea pops into my head.

Smiling sweet and innocently, I put my hands on his chest, running them up to his shoulders, smirking when he shivers at my touch. I lean in slightly, letting my eyes close halfway.

"I think I'll do... this." In one swift motion, my knee comes into painful contact with his crotch. He falls to his knees, clutching his region, taking in a sharp breath as the pain registers.

Works every time.

Lesson one in self defense: always use their weakness. Just like mama taught me.

I don't waste a second longer admiring my work. I run into the connected bathroom and lock the door. But, if experience has taught me anything, he might try to break it down again, so I need to get out fast.

Conveniently, there's a window that's just the right size for climbing out of on the wall. I push it open and stick my head out to survey the area. Just my luck that a tree happens to be just in reach.

Thank you Mother Nature.

The banging on the door starts again, along with shouts of my name. After some careful maneuvering, I manage to get myself out the window.

"So long suckers," I mutter quietly to myself. Just as I'm starting to descend down the tree, the door breaks down. Thanks to my many years of tree climbing as a child, I manage to get down pretty quickly. Once my feet hit the ground, I look up to see Cayton looking down at me.

I flip him off before I run.

This was no walk in the park. All the stories I've heard about people finding their mates were usually along the lines of finding each other, then living happily together. Smooth, easy, and simple.

What do I get? Two broken doors, a knee to my balls, and my mate climbing down a tree to run away. And it was far from over.

Anything but typical.

When I look down, she flips me off before taking off and running.

Can't I get a break?

I jump out the window swiftly before I start running after her. Her speed is no match for mine, because it isn't five seconds into my run that I catch her. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her to a stop when she starts flailing around.

"Let me go! Help! Help!" she screams like a mad woman. It was a good thing we didn't have neighbors. And I'm glad she isn't screaming like before. How such a high pitched and loud sound came out of her, I'll never know. All I know is that my advanced hearing made it ten times worse.

"Macy, you're not leaving me. I admire your attempt though," I say. In a way it was amusing. She was a little spitfire for sure. Although I find that incredibly appealing, now is not the time for it. She struggles a little longer before finally giving up, sighing in defeat.

"Thank you," I say, before I scoop her up in my arms bridal style. She huffs, not trying to fight it anymore. She looks tired though, and soon enough she rests her head against my chest and her eyes shut.

"I really don't like you," she says quietly, before sleep takes over. The comment hurt, but I let it pass. Besides, she was sleeping now and not trying to leave.

I think I like the sleeping Macy.

I walk into the house and am immediately greeted by Carter, Trenton, and Trenton's mate Tami.

"I see we missed some fun?" Carter questions.

"You have no idea. The girl made me break down two doors! She even kneed me in the crotch before climbing out the bathroom window." I shake my head and sit down on the couch, still keeping her in my arms. I guess I should get my fill of her before she wakes up and goes all nutty on me again.

"That is the funniest thing I have heard in a while," Tami giggles. I give her a small glare and she gives me an apologetic smile. Her and Trenton were over here often, and it popped in my head that Tami might actually be helpful in this process. I roll my eyes and ignore her mocking and turn my attention to my sleeping angel.

I'm lucky she was chosen to be my mate. I don't think there is any other girl in the world as beautiful as her.

"That girls a piece of work isn't she?" Carter chuckles, flipping the channel on the TV.

"She's strong-willed," I correct. Then I can't help it, I start naming off things about her that I have already grown to love. No one interrupts me—even if they could care less. When Trenton first found Tami, we couldn't get him to shut up about how 'amazing' or 'perfect' she was.

Now I understand why.

You just have this need to brag about your mate, like when you're a kid and get the cool new toy; you just want to show it off to the world because you're proud of her. Only you get to have her.

When I wake up, I'm in the same bedroom I ran into when I first arrived here. Wait, here?

So that wasn't a dream?

Well, that's depressing.

"Hi there!" an annoyingly cheerful voice says from next to me. I jump in surprise and put my hands up in some weird defensive position until I see a girl around my age, probably a year or two older, sitting next to my bed, smiling brightly.

"Uh... Hi?"

"My name's Tami. It's good to meet you," she says, extending out her hand. Something about her makes me feel comfortable, and I feel like she isn't a threat. I couldn't explain it, but she seemed friendly enough. Her bright red hair is pulled up into a ponytail and her grey eyes are sparkling with pure happiness, something I think wouldn't be present if she was a threat. It wasn't sadistic happiness, so I'm good.

"Macy," I say, shaking her hand cautiously.

"Oh I know, Cayton has been bragging about you since you fell asleep. And bravo on kicking him in the crotch," she says. Wait, back up a second. What does she mean

'Cayton has been bragging about me'?

"What do you mean bragging about me? Is he going to murder me? Where are we? Why won't he let me out? Is he going to rape me?" Once I ask one question, more come tumbling out without control.

The whole 'remain calm' spiel is not very helpful if you ask me. When you're scared, you are no longer in control of your actions, or words. And despite this girl's non-intimidating features and peppiness, I'm still scared. Who knows who else is lurking in this house.

Her musical laugh fills the room and it's enough to relax me some. "Don't worry, Cayton will explain everything... sometime in the near future. I promise you he only has good intentions. He won't hurt you, unless he wants to deal with me."

"Who are you exactly?"

"I'm Trenton's ma- girlfriend."

"Oh... Congrats." Yea, your boyfriend kidnapped me. You should be proud. We sit in silence until my growling stomach demanding for food breaks it. Tami laughs again and stands up.

"Come on; let's go get you something to eat."