Treasure Of Dragons, Royal Dragons Book 1 Chapter 72

Desiree

I was sitting in a chair in front of Anthony’s computer, we were planning on making a call to my family, we would see the video call with them and my sisters on the big TV screen. I was looking forward to seeing my mother and sisters, but I hated my fathers more than I could express. 

When the image appeared I saw shock at what they saw with me. My sister Elizabeth wasn't even here. Marielle was not responsive, and I could see in her what I was feeling and knew they had broken her as well. 

I looked at my fathers and I couldn’t hold it in any longer, "I hate you, I hate you so fucking much I can't even tell you how utterly I despise you all for doing this to me. I will never, and I mean never forgive you for this hell." 

Anthony bent down and whispered, “Don’t Desi”

I pulled away from him hating having him close to me, and I pushed him away. I saw my mother crying, "I love you. I don't blame you. Mari, if you can hear me I love you. Tell Elizabeth, Mom. Just know I love you always."

I couldn’t do this anymore, I ran from the room, and I ran from this hell they had condemned me to. I couldn’t live this way. I would figure a way out of this. 

I have no idea what time or what day it is. With the depression and despondency swallowing me whole. I have no idea and I honestly don’t care. I spend time sitting under burning hot water scrubbing my skin trying to get them off me, but it doesn’t work. 

The only good thing is that they have left me alone. I wandered around the house, feeling like a ghost in my own skin. My dragon is gone, completely, she’s nowhere, just gone. They try to get me to eat or drink but anything I try comes straight back up. 

I don’t honestly know or care where my jailers and rapists have gone. I don't see them right in front of my face, that is all that matters to me. I know they won’t leave me alone much longer. I think about my mother’s face, and how much her heart was breaking. For the first time, I saw something in her eyes. She knew how I felt. The only way she could know how I felt was that she had been like me. 

Did my fathers do this to her? Is that why they didn’t care about letting it happen to us, because they are the same way? Has my own mother been being assaulted right under all our noses all these years? Is my sister's and my birth because of being raped? 

How could she love us like she does if that were the case? I don’t know how she could stand it. The idea of carrying a piece of them inside of me makes me want to rip myself apart. 

I stop and look up to where I am. I must be in another area of the house. There are doors and I start to open them. They are guest rooms. Several have their own bathrooms so I wander through them like a ghost. Then something catches my eye. I see a basket with spare things in it for guests. 

One thing in particular catches my attention. It’s a shaving razor. I pull it out and take off the plastic wrap. I pick up a heavy cup on the counter and smash it. I pick the thin razor up and I poke my finger and I start to bleed like crazy, and I don’t even feel it. I watch the blood drip into the sink. I don’t heal. With my dragon gone, I no longer heal. 

I run a hot bath in the big bathtub in this bathroom. When it’s full I sit in it, clothes and all. I sit there for a second and think of my mom and sisters, and my other brothers and sisters. I can’t imagine letting them see me now as dirty as I am. I can’t ever let anyone touch me again, or see me like this.

I take the razor and push it into my arm right under the crease of my elbow. I drag it down my arm to my wrist. Torrents of blood go everywhere. It’s thick and dark blood, and I am fascinated by it. I do the other arm, but I can’t get as deep because my other hand isn’t working quite well enough. I drop the razor and just lie back. I think of my family and send my sisters and mom love as my eyes close and everything goes dark.

Anthony

We have been working on getting some buildings in town fixed up. We want to introduce Desi to everyone in town and see if that cheers her up. I sigh at that. She’s completely lost to her depression. She isn’t really eating or drinking, when we tried to get her to, she threw it all up. So, not sure what else to do. I am going to be heading to Dr. Histos later this afternoon to ask about what we can do. I have never felt her dragon return, I’m almost completely sure at this point that her dragon is gone for some reason. I have felt my own dragon lamenting her loss, so that kind of clued me in.

All of a sudden I am hit with a pain and tearing sensation in my chest that drops me to my knees. I see my brothers drop to their knees at the same time as I. This has something to do with Desi.

When I can manage to get up I run for the house. I can’t find her and just keep searching everywhere. We finally find her in a guest room bathroom. As soon as I walk into the bathroom, I drop to the floor. She’s lying in a bath with her clothes on. Her eyes are closed and the water is dark red from all of the blood that has emptied out of her arms. With her dragon gone, she didn’t heal. I finally crawl to her and feel her neck, knowing what I will feel when I touch her. There’s no pulse and she’s getting cold. I pull away and sob as I hit the other wall, My brothers find me and see her and they collapse, and I hear more tears from them. 

Oh god, our mate is dead, by her own hand, and now I have to tell her family.