I lost count of the amount of times I have had to patch the kids up after falling from it or pulling splinters from tiny feet and hands. Read Mated To The King's Gamma By Jessica Hall by Jessica Hall. I sniffle, trying to stop myself from crying. Mated To The King's Gamma By Jessica Hall novel full chapter update at Genre: Werewolf,.. Abbie and Ivy lived together in an orphanage. He was skinny and fit perfectly in my arms. I inhale deeply, soaking in his scent one last time, savoring it as I silently prayed to the moon goddess to not let anything happen to him. He was only a few days old when his parents were killed and he was a colicky baby, the first year of his life I hardly slept and when I did catch a few moments, it was because he was on my chest and now I was leaving him to this horrid woman. It made me wonder if I would be reunited with my parents. Tears threaten to bubble and spill but I fight them back looking for my boy and enjoying seeing them one last time when a car pulls up and parks on the curb.
When Ivy has finished she squeezes my arm gently and I bull my blouse back on, hissing as my shoulders move. The little bed filled with his scent. If I wasn't going to my own funeral, I would take him with me, but death was no place for him. I worried who would look after him, he is non-verbal and had a severe learning disability that Mrs. Daley refused to have him tested. Abbie will kill herself before letting herself be placed in his hands. Ivy pushed on the double doors leading to the small courtyard out front, the porch creaked under our feet and I saw the kids playing out the front on the run-down play equipment. With that thought in mind I looked at Ivy, knowing she was feeling the exact same thing as me. It took all my willpower to keep walking. Goddess knows Mrs. Daley would punish us worse if she saw a tear.
The grey clouds were low, and it looked like it would rain later in the day. Although the very thought of leaving Ivy with the headmistress, Mrs. Daley, made bile rise up my throat. Ivy swallows and nudges me, taking the leftover rags and tapping me in a silent message to turn around. His eyes were glassy. The kids stop what they're doing and rush over, grabbing and reaching for us, wanting us to play. I quickly swipe a stray tear from my cheek, reminding myself it would be over for both of us very soon. We stepped out into the bitterly cold air though the cold had never really bothered me. Ivy nudges me, telling me we should go, and I place him down when I notice the car was still parked by the curb. Vile man, despicable. The day she locked me in that damn basement with the butcher.
We walk up the long corridors, passing each room and it saddens me knowing I would not wake up tomorrow to little faces to clean, and little hands dragging us from our bed to make them breakfast. The corridors are silent as we descend the spiral staircase to the floor below. His plushie in his hand, and it was missing an eye that I had sewed on one too many times before giving up. I would no longer have to see his face again after today. Parents Abbie was killed by the enemy, now Abbie and Ivy only depend on each other to live. Death was the least of my fears, no, my biggest was being put up for auction and being sold to the butcher. Gosh how I missed them. It had been so long I almost forgot what they looked like. She knew the pain he caused me, though we never spoke of it. He was such a sweet boy, just misunderstood.
"Shh, don't cry, don't cry, " I whisper, kissing his temple. Wicked old bitch, I couldn't stand her. I worried whether he would get fed or would Mrs. Daley lock him away again like she did when he first came here.
Doyle the enemy who murdered her house now wants to take her. Ivy brushes her fingers through his hair. Katrina is good, remember, " I tell him and he nods sadly, clutching my neck. The children here were the only good thing about this place. Doyle wouldn't have me, no he wouldn't be allowed to trespass on me any more, and I knew Ivy would understand.
She tried not to move or cringe, but I knew it must be burning like crazy. Yet as we reached the bottom, the weight lifted off me. The day was overcast, the clouds hiding the sun making it gloomy. If only she hadn't climbed on that chair next to me, the rope would have held my weight and my misery would have ended that fateful day.