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(Katherine's POV)
I gasp aloud. No.
My eyes widen significantly and my mouth is gaped open as I stare at him.
No. No. I-It can't be! NO!
"Leave us", he commands the other guy in the room but I pay no attention.
My attention is focused on him.
The person I would've trusted with my life. The person who was there for me when my parents had died. The person who made sure I was okay through out my life without my parents there. The person who was there at their funeral. The person who even gave a speech saying how great and loving people they were; how they cared for everyone; how they always found the good in people.
That person can't be the one standing in front of me. He can't.
How could he do this? I'm disgusted.
I closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down, trying to soak this information in, trying to will the tears to go back, trying to make sense of this whole situation.
"What's wrong my princess?" he asked with worry in his tone.
My eyes shot open and I looked at him with resentment.
"Don't you dare call me that", I said with so much venom in my tone that he should've flinched.
"And why not?" he asked raising an eyebrow, humour dancing in his eyes.
I looked away from his eyes. I couldn't bare to look at him anymore, knowing he was the one who turned my life to hell.
I looked around at my surroundings.
I was sitting on a mattress on the floor while he was standing a few metres in front of me.
I tried to move but I heard a clinking sound and froze.
My hands were chained separately and the chains were piled up at the side of the mattress before leading to the wall.
It wasn't those short chains where you were attached to the wall and you were hanging from it. It was those really long chains that allowed you to move around in the room but were a certain length that you couldn't reach the door to try and escape.
Before I could study the chains anymore I felt a hand on my chin that roughly pulled my face to face his.
I flinched in pain as he was holding my chin very tightly.
"Answer me. Why. Not," he said with a cold tone as he stared down at me with a glare.
Fear consumed me as I saw the humour was replaced with a murderous look in his eyes.
Shit.
But apparently fear doesn't stop my snarky side because I said the next words before I could stop them.
"Because I hate you and I'm not your princess. I never will be. You don't f*cking deserve to call me that."
I felt a sting on my cheek and my face was turned to the left.
I gasped from the excruciating pain and slowly bought a shaking hand up to my cheek but flinched as soon as it made contact with the area.
I slowly turned to face him and looked at him with horror in my eyes.
Did he just...
He still had that murderous glint in his eyes but it was slowly fading now.
Instead regret and shock filled them as he looked away from me to the hand that slapped me.
"Princess. I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me" he tried to explain.
He stepped forwards towards me but I flinched away from him and backed away so my back was against the wall.
He stopped immediately once he saw that I didn't want him near me and instead looked at the ground for a couple of seconds.
I looked away from him and instead stared at my hands as my cheek slowly became numb.
"I'll leave you alone for a couple of hours. Get some sleep. It's early in the morning and I know you haven't slept all night. I'll be back when I see you're fixed again" he says, turning away from me and made his way towards the door all the way at the end of the room.
Before he stepped out, he turned towards me once more.
"Bye princess. Don't miss me too much."
And with that he was gone, leaving me on the mattress, chained up with a throbbing cheek.
When I'm 'fixed?' What the f*ck is wrong with him!?
I sighed out loud before a yawn quickly followed.
Why is this happening to me of all people?
I shook my head sadly with the thought still in mind before I laid down on the mattress and let the darkness consume me.
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I had woken up about an hour ago and he still hasn't come back.
My cheek was now completely numb but I knew it was bruising.
I sighed aloud and took the opportunity to scan the whole room properly other than what I was sitting on.
There was a small window to the right, close to the ceiling, that was the only source of light.
There was also a light bulb hanging in the middle of the room but was currently turned off.
The door was to my left and I knew, for a fact, I wouldn't be able to reach it as the chains weren't long enough.
However, something did catch my eye.
Directly underneath the window there was a desk against the wall and the wall seemed to be covered in pictures.
And not one or two pictures, but hundreds of small ones.
My eyebrows knitted together in confusion.
I slowly stood up on the mattress, while the chains made a clinking sound with the sudden movement.
I the fabric of the mattress on my feet and realised that I had no shoes on and was bare feet.
Damn it!
I stepped of the mattress onto the cold cement floor and shivered from how cold it was.
My eyes didn't leave the pictures on the wall for a even a moment.
Something told me that I had to see then no matter what.
I warily walked towards it, hesitating.
What if he comes in? What if he sees that I've seen the pictures? Will he hit me again?
With all these questions floating around I still kept walking toward it.
As I got closer and closer the pictures became clearer.
Once I was a couple of inches away I could see the pictures clearly.
I gasped and froze mid-step.
What the f*ck?
I rushed the last couple of steps until I was directly in front of the desk and looked at the wall in front of it.
My eyes went from one picture to the other in quick glances as I couldn't believe what I was seeing.
My mouth was gaping open and I bought a shaking hand up to cover it.
Everywhere I looked I saw either a picture of me or a picture of a women that looked almost exactly like me.
We had the same light brown hair that was straight; the same facial structure and nose; it even seemed as if we had the same height; body physique and curves.
But we didn't have her eyes. Her eyes were a hazel brown.
However, what's worse is that I didn't recognise the women.
How can this women look almost exactly like me?
My eyes continued to move from one picture to the next before stopping at a picture right in the middle.
My hand, that was still shaking, reached up and touched the picture before pulling it off the wall.
It was a picture of the women, wearing a hoody with the hood up, putting a baby girl down on a doorstep with a pink blanket around her.
The women was looking over her shoulder, while placing the baby down, as if she was being watched.
The baby's eyes were open and they were...forest green.
My eye colour.
I looked back at the wall and saw three more pictures of the women wearing the same hoody, with the hood up.
I checked the date of the picture in my hands before the dates of the two pictures on the wall.
It was the same date.
I put the first picture, that was in my hands, of her putting the baby down, on the desk and pulled the next three off the wall.
The second picture was taken right after the first.
It was a picture of the women kissing the baby on the forehead with her eyes closed and the baby's hands on her face.
The third picture-the one taken after that-was a picture of her walking away from the baby.
I put the two pictures down before looking at the final forth picture.
It was of her and a handsome man standing near a car.
He had his arm around her waist and looked as if he was comforting her as she leaned against his shoulder and had tears streaming down her face.
They were both looking at the baby on the doorstep sadly, from the distance between the car and the doorstep.
Tears formed in my eyes as I realised what was happening.
It was like a story.
They were parents who were abandoning their daughter at a doorstep and were regretting every second of it.
But why would they be doing it?
I looked back at the parents standing near the car and gasped as I realised the man standing next to the women had forest green eyes just like me as well.
I shaky breath left my parted lips as I thought over everything.
The women...she looked almost exactly like me apart from the eyes.
The man...he had the same forest green eyes as me.
The baby...s-she looked like me when I was a baby.
Both parents leaving the baby girl could be passed of as my parents.
I quickly looked down at the date of the pictures and looked at the year they were taken and my breathing halted.
It was the same year I was born.
My breathing became fast and panicked as I ran a still shaking hand through my hair.
Sh*t! No. No. NO!
I can't believe this.
This must be a joke!
My whole body started trembling and my breaths were coming out as short pants.
Get a grip Katherine! You have to calm down and stop jumping to conclusion! Breath Kath, breath!
I closed my eyes and took in a shaking breath and focused on my breathing as well as calming my body down so it would stop shaking.
I slowly opened my eyes, once I had calmed down, and looked at the pictures again.
As I started at them, for what felt like minutes, something caught my eyes.
The door.
The third picture, of the women walking away, had the doors number on it, where the baby was left.
I picked the picture up and stared at the numbers, my body completely numb and my face void of any emotion.
The numbers were the door number of my house.
My mind was completely blank just like I was completely numb.
My whole life had been one big lie.
I didn't want to think anymore.
I was too exhausted.
I slowly put the picture on the desk and walked towards the mattress stiffly.
I slowly sat down on it, the chains clinking.
I slowly laid down on the mattress staring up at the ceiling.
I was emotionally and physically exhausted.
As I close my eyes they immediately shoot open again as the door opens.
I quickly sit up and face him.
My obsessive stalker.
The stalker who is none other than James Collins.
Jason Collins' father; my neighbour; the one who was there for me during my darkest times; the one who I blindly trusted.
The one who has completely broken me.
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What do you guys think!?
On a scale of 1-5 what would you rate this chapter?
What do you think about Katherine realising her whole life has been a lie?
But most importantly:
What do you think about James Collins (Jason's-the Alpha's-father) being the stalker?
He seemed so sweet and caring in the chapters he has been in.
But guys, don't judge someone because of what's on the outside.
Always judge someone based in the inside.
Anyway, hope you guys enjoyed this pretty long chapter.
Maybe the longest in the whole book!
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