Sexting With A Vampire
Chapter 80

Rebecca

After studying for an entire day, I pop a birth control pill into my mouth before hiding the package inside a birdhouse.

Davis would kill me if he knew, but the truth is that I don't want to give birth to his children. The man is half a demon and one hell of a barbaric alpha. He is mean and abuses me-any child born into our home would suffer from having him as a father. It would be heartbreaking to have a child tugging my sleeve and asking in a small voice, "Mommy, why are you hurt again? Why are there bruises on your arms? Why are you crying? Did daddy hurt you?"

That thought makes me want to cry. I love children, and someday I want to have a big family, but not with Davis.

Never with Davis.

It's a shame that he is my mate.

I wander up to the two-story house with anxiety churning in the pit of my belly. I'm afraid of opening the door. My hand is shaking, and tears are prickling behind my eyes. Hell with break free the second I open this door.

I didn't cook dinner today, and I know Davis might punish me for coming home late. He sometimes doesn't even need a reason to lift his hand and slap the s**t out of me. Fear grabs me in a chokehold.

"You can do this, Rebecca... Deep breaths..."

After my pep talk, I push open the door and take off my tennis shoes in the hallway.

Davis's shadow falls over me instantly, blocking out the light. It fills me with dread. "You're late."

I stand up to meet his eyes. My heart is already racing, and his unfriendly expression isn't making it easier to breathe.

"I'm sorry. I got carried away and-"

SLAP

My hand lands on my cheek, and I silently rub the place Davis hit me. The whole area is stinging from the pain.

"What have I said about speaking back to me, huh?" Davis growls with anger ticking against his jaw. His eyes are blazing orange. "I thought you were smarter than that, Rebecca! Your face is black and blue, and yet you keep challenging me. Are you retarded?!" Even though he isn't quite yelling as loud as usual, my legs are shaking. My mate is larger than me, and he never hesitates to use it against me, and now he got me cornered into the wall.

I'm the mouse, and Davis is the cat.

I'm the mouse, and Davis is the cat.

Or maybe I'm the lamb, and he is the wolf?

Regardless, Davis frightens me with his stature and bulging muscles. He is standing in my space, glaring at me with unkind eyes. We are mates, yet that doesn't matter-he still treats me like trash.

The mate-bond is wasted on us.

"I asked you a question, Rebecca, and I demand an answer."

I wet my lips, knowing what I must say to avoid getting locked up in the basement again. To avoid the ropes and Davis's claws.

"Yes," I try to keep my voice steady. "I'm a retard."

"Yes, you are," Davis reaches out his arm and lifts my chin with his claw pressing into the underside of my jaw. His hand has transformed into a paw belonging to a lycan. "Because you should look at me when talking to me, you little slut. Where is the goddamn respect?!"

I tremble.

I want to tell Davis that I didn't mean to not meet his eyes. It's just that he is so tall!

David is tall, six-foot-two to my five-foot-one. If I want to keep eye contact, I must crane my neck, which sometimes hurts-that's why I avoid it, not because I don't respect him!

"I'm... I'm..." I take a deep breath, aware of the hot blood trickling down my neck. His claw is digging underneath my skin. It hurts.

"SPEAK LOUDER, FOR f**k'S SAKE! ARE YOU HANDICAPPED OR SOMETHING?!"

"I'm sorry for being d-disrespectful..."

David laughs. "And now you're stammering? You're so f*****g weak that I'm ashamed of calling you my mate."

I hold my tongue when he leers at me.

I hate myself for surrendering and being submissive.

My mouth is begging to speak its mind. I'm a girl who usually lacks a filter. I'm a loud girl who speaks her mind, but with David? I'm just scared. All the damn time.

I can't stop my legs from trembling.

I can't prevent my heart from trying to escape from my ribcage.

I can't hold back the tears threatening to spill in his presence.

Davis is destroying my personality. I can't breathe under the same roof as him, and my spitfire side is unwise to show in his presence. It has gotten me in trouble way too many times.

If I give Davis a piece of my mind, I will be abused.

"And now you're not speaking? Wow, maybe you're not as stupid as I thought? Perhaps even old dogs can learn?"

He laughs at me while I keep my mouth shut. It kills me not to say what I want to say, but... It's better to be quiet.

I sing songs inside my head and try to not focus on Davis.

"You know what I hate, though? I hate that you're such an ugly piece of trash and not beautiful," Davis spits into my face, and then he smirks in self-satisfaction. "There. That's your punishment. Now go up to your room, and don't you dare come out before tomorrow. I don't want to see your ugly mug tonight."

He is letting me go?

Lucky.

Since Davis is letting me, I don't pull a face or speak back to him. I don't even remove his spit from my face-it would make him hit me.

Instead, I keep my head down and wander up the staircase. I'm glad I won't spend another night locked up in the basement.

But I know what will happen later-it always does if I sleep in my own bed. Davis will enter my room at night and do as he pleases with me.

Honestly, I'm surprised I'm not yet scared of other men with how Davis treats me.

It must be because I know not every man is the same. Some of them are nice, but I'm sad to say my mate doesn't belong to the friendly men club.

Davis is a devil, and sometimes I wish I could just go away, to some other place where he can't find me.

It didn't work to time-travel away from Davis. The bastard of an alpha found me and brought me back. And in the most unlit corner of my head, a dark thought is growing.

What if dying is the only way to get away from my mate?

I don't want to die, but...

More than often, I ask myself what the point of living is. Because becoming Davis's luna is the worst fate I could ever imagine.