Sinful Mates 1-3
chapter 119 Seventeen

Evelyn's POV

My head felt foggy from his bite, and I could feel a strong urge to fall asleep. My eyes flutteredclosed as I swayed on my feet. The last thing I remember is the tingles spreading all over me assomeone tried to steady me on my feet before feeling strong warm arms wrap around me as Iplunged into darkness my body succumbing to exhaustion.

I knew I was dreaming; I knew because I had already been here before, already knew whathappened next, yet I couldn't pull myself out of the dream as I followed him toward the basement.Three weeks. I had three weeks, and I was officially free of this hell. They would age me out of thesystem. I could go out on my own, but the uneasy feeling of leaving Lana to this monster had beenhaunting me.

I tried twice to go to the police station, each time standing out the front looking at the buildingthat was supposed to offer protection. But would they offer protection from one of their own? Hewas a well-respected officer, the man with the perfect wife, perfect house, and perfect life. I was athrowaway child, the broken foster kid that he took in. The voice in my head told me they wouldn'tbelieve me, then the voice, telling me it was my fault, that what happened was my fault. The thoughtof having to go through the courts and tell a bunch of strangers what happened for an entire year,have them question every detail and scrutinize everything about my childhood, about me, the victimbecoming the accused. The term innocent until proven guilty really irks me. Why must I bequestioned as if I am the guilty one? So each time I turned around, not able to go through with it,not able to mention my biggest shame. That was what played on my mind when he told me tocome to the basement. I knew he didn't really need help to sort things, knew he only wanted me togo down there so he could torture what was left of my soul, to make sure I was completelydestroyed beyond repair.

That sickening feeling filling my gut as my feet touched the cold basement floor. His wife was anurse and always worked the night shift, leaving us with this monster. I often wondered how manybefore me. How many more girls had he destroyed? I wasn't sure, but I knew his next target wasgoing to be Lana. I couldn't live with myself knowing I left her with him, left her to this house ofhorrors. I watch as he undoes his belt and points to the dusty couch in the corner. Bile rising in mythroat as I walk over to it. I could hear the TV upstairs above us, Lana watching cartoons, completelyunaware of what was happening below her. He places his belt and gun on the mini fridge beforeroughly grabbing me. I tune out while he has his way with me. Only coming back to reality as hepulls my pants back up. Tears rolling down my cheeks, I hear the TV click off, knowing it was nearlybedtime.

I could hear him talking to me, but I didn't understand a word he said. All I could focus on washer footsteps as they went up the stairs to her bedroom. I couldn't abandon her like that, leave herto him to do as he pleased. Before I realised what I had done, I had picked his gun. My handstrembled as I pointed it at him. He cocked an eyebrow at me before swigging from his bottle ofbourbon. He laughed.

“Hand it over, we both know you won't do it,” he says laughing as he moves toward me. Myhands shake as I turn the safety off, his eyes widening before he tries ripping it from my hands. Westruggle before he backhands me, my head whipping to the side and the gun falling from my handson the floor. He bends down, picking it up and putting the safety back on before walking up thestairs like nothing happened. Hours I sat down there before I got the courage up to go back up thestairs, my dream though felt like it was only minutes. Everything moves quickly, and next I amsneaking upstairs.

Walking to his room, I replace him passed out drunk. Running down the stairs, I grab a bottle ofliquor. He always smoked in bed so it would look like an accident. It was no secret the officer was analcoholic. Apparently, he suffered from some form of PTSD. I pour the liquor on his bed, careful tonot wake him. The smell was pungent and burnt my nose. Grabbing one of his smokes from thebedside table, I light it. Smoking half of it before grabbing the bottle again and tipping it on him. Hewakes immediately looking up at me half asleep. A cruel smile on his lips as he reaches for mebefore realising what I tipped on him. Anger blazing as I draw back on the cigarette, trying to calmmy nerves.

“Burn in hell,” I tell him before flicking it. I watch as it lands on the bed, the covers catchingalight before his clothes do. He screams. I watch horrified at what I did before my brain kicked intofunction. He tried getting up, but flames engulfed him, could smell his burning hair as he climbedoff the bed frantically trying to put out the flames. I step back, watching as everything caught alightbefore I run for the door. His screams will forever haunt my memory. As I ran from that room,bolting down the stairs only to remember Lana was in the room next door to his, making me runback up, but the hallway was already alight. The wallpaper was burning and peeling off the walls as Irun past and into her room. Shaking her, she wakes up just as the fire alarms blare.

I rip her from her bed in her Harry Potter pyjamas. Her eyes widen when we step into the halland she sees the flames. I shove her toward the stairs, and she runs down when I feel something fallon me, shoving me down the stairs and I thrash, burning pain moving up my back making mescream in agony and all I can focus on is the pain as Lana screams. I writhe in agony trying to getwhatever it is on me off.

I hear voices, they sound familiar to me, getting louder and louder.

“Evelyn, wake up, wake up.” Someone is shaking me from my dream and my eyes fly open. Myheart is pounding against my chest painfully. Sweat coats my skin and my eyes try to adjust to thelight. I scream trying to get away from the hands shaking me, thrashing to get him off.

“Evelyn, it's me. Stop.” That voice, that familiar voice ringing through my head again and myeyes focus before landing on Thaddeus. I stop looking around the room and I am not in the houseof my nightmares but in my bed with my mates. Tears roll down my cheeks as I realise I am awake,no longer burning, and the searing pain dissipates.

Thaddeus hands clutch my face. “You're okay, you're okay, little one. It was just a dream,” hesays before pulling me towards him and into his lap. Ryland moves closer, placing his head in mylap, and I feel my breathing even out as reality comes back to me. Noticing Orion watching me fromthe end of the bed, an undecipherable expression on his face. Looking down at Ryland, I noticeclaws marks across his back, red angry lines that were nearly healed already.

“What happened to your back?” I whisper. My voice sounded hoarse like I had been screamingand my throat hurt just speaking

“Everything you feel, we feel. That's what woke us. I thought I was on fire,” Ryland says beforerolling his head and looking up at me. I lean back against Thaddeus, his hand stroking my damphair from my face. Guilt floods me as I stare down at Ryland. They could feel it, feel everything, andthe thought sickened me.

“How long have I been asleep?”

“A few days,” Thaddeus answers, making my head whip to the side to look at him.

“Thaddeus marking you knocked you out. His mark did the same to us as well. Think it'sbecause he is a Tribrid,” Orion answers the question I was about to ask.

I nod, not knowing what else to say. Guilt eating at me as I stare at Orion. His curious gazewatching me.

“What happened? If we are going to burn every time, you're asleep, I need to know why,” heasks.

“Please Evelyn, just tell us so Thaddeus can take it away. I can't live like this, not knowing. Atleast tell us so we understand,” Ryland says, reaching his hand up and cupping my face. I feel alump form in my throat, and I try to swallow it down, but my mouth is so dry.

“You have been reliving for days now, we haven't been able to wake you until now. What's oncemore,” Thaddeus says, kissing the side of my face.

“Nothing will make us leave you, Evelyn. You can trust us,” Orion says, moving onto the bed

“You may just change your mind about that, if you know,” I tell him. His eyebrows furrow inconfusion.

“What do you mean?” Thaddeus asks before gripping my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes.

“You're not the only monsters. What I did made me just as bad as him. But I couldn't leave herwith him,” I whisper, looking away toward the window.

“Leave who?" he asks.

“Lana”"00000000000