The treatment from the doctor was mild and didn't take long after Donald left. He only gave me some vitamins to boost my energy and said I should not spend so much time thinking and I should try relaxing more.
I agree that I was going to try relaxing myself even though I knew deep inside me that that was almost impossible considering the place where I was and the kind of creatures I was staying amongst.
I kept having wild imaginations of a wolf pouncing on me and killing me right there in that room, and the thoughts of that alone kept scaring me at every corner.
I was, however, grateful for Sophia, the help that Donald had gotten me. Her presence was like a little beam of light. I was even more relaxed when I found out that she was human and that she was not going to hurt me and pounce on me like one of those creatures of Donald.
When the doctor finally left, I relaxed my back on the couch and tried to breathe. I never knew how difficult it was to try relaxing until these few days and my encounter with Donald.
It was difficult to stay a second without thinking about something weird, but after the doctor left, I tried not to think about anything as I closed my eyes and let myself flow.
I was in this moment trying my best to relax my mind as much as possible when I heard a light knock on the door.
Sophia already left a few minutes before the arrival of Donald and the doctor and all of those treatment issues, and that was because I let her go away to run some task that was for her personal needs.
I stared at the door for a few seconds, knowing very well that if it was Sophia, she would have come in already, but this person was not coming in, and I instantly thought it was Donald.
I hesitated, knowing I was not ready to face him at that moment because I was still trying to recover and help myself breathe.
I shut my eyes again and tried to relax when the knock came back almost immediately. And at that instance I stood up from the couch as I took some slow steps towards the door; once I was standing before it, I turned the handle and opened the door halfway, looking outside to see who it was, but to my shock it was someone I would never have guessed, someone I least expected to see in such a place.
"Venessa?" I called out her name as if I was trying to convince myself that she was really the one standing outside that door because there was no way I could ever think that Venessa could be there in that house.
"Oh my goodness, this is so interesting. You know I was waiting to see a white princess who I would feel very shaken by her presence, but no, it is you? "This stupid girl my brother used and dumped, the one that could not give him a child?" she asked.
Before I could find a way to say something, she pushed the door open, making me take some steps away from the door so that it did not knock me down.
"Vanessa, what are you doing here?" I asked her in a low voice, trying to understand how that was even real.
Venessa was Andrew's sister. She and I were never close; she hated me for some reason I could not tell right from the beginning. When I married Andrew, she always gave me that attitude, but seeing her here in this house that belonged to a person like Donald was something I couldn't understand how it was even possible.
"You should be the one I should be asking that question, Cassie. What are you doing here? I mean, of all people to run to after my brother dumped you, you decided to run to the Lycan alpha of the united wolf packs? "You really have big taste, I must say, Cassie. I really underestimated you," she said to me in a low voice with a tight frown on her face, but I was still struggling to understand how she was even present there because it felt like a dream.
"He was very bad to me; he treated me like I was nothing, and I do not expect any better from you because it seems to run in the blood. However, maybe you should start by explaining what exactly it is you are doing here," I said to her, trying as much as I could to look bold because at that moment I was broken.
"Well, I am here because this is like my home. I am so close to Donald; I am his fiancée," she said to me, and for a second I felt like I misheard.
"What did you say?" I asked her in a low voice, failing to understand how she was in such a relationship with Donald. It did not seem impossible at all.
"You heard me right, Cassie, I am that close to him now. Tell me what you are doing here, or wait, are you one of his playthings or just food he's going to feed on when he's hungry for human blood?" She asked me, giving me the stare that made a shiver go through my spine, but as I stood there, I was unable to speak.
The more I tried to think about it, the more confusions I kept getting, moving my gaze from her head to her toe slowly.
"Do not just stand there, Cassie; sit down and tell me why you are here. Did you do something to Donald that he wants to punish you for? Or are you simply a meal he wants to snack on?" She asked me, and with those words coming from her, I could almost imagine them happening to me as I was visibly shaking.