Fated To Four Alphas Even Though I Am Mute-Chapter 44: Slapped

Heaven’s POV

When I got out of the dining room, I ran to the east wing towards my room but I didn’t cry.

I just ran. When I got to my room, I locked it, put my back against it, and slid down the door.

"Miss Heaven."

I knew it was Becca so I didn’t bother to look up. I just continued my crying.

My heart was breaking into pieces. The moment Damian laid his hands on my face, I knew that he hated me so much. I fell to the floor but he didn’t even feel like he had done something he shouldn’t have done.

Everything was still replaying in my head. He hurt me so much.

My face was hurting but my heart was hurting even more.

My face was swollen beyond recognition. I didn’t need to look into the mirror to know how it would look like.

He was an Alpha, so of course, his hand would be imprinted on my face because of how strong they were.

"Oh my, look at your face? What happened?" asked Becca as she rushed over to my side and knelt down.

I didn’t look at her, I just kept looking down because I was embarrassed.

"Who did this to you? Was it Miss Sofia?" she asked hurriedly as if she could go and do the same to them.

I shook my head as I placed my hand on my very red and burning cheeks. I wished it was Sofia that did this to me and not my mate, at least I wouldn’t feel this much pain in my chest.

"If it’s not Sofia then who did...?" She paused.

Becca’s eyes widened when she realized who could have did it and what had really happened.

"Miss Heaven, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry this happened to you," she said, pulling me into her arms and giving me the warmest hug ever.

She held me tightly and stroked my hair while her other hand was rubbing my back and I felt happy that there was at least one person here with me.

Suddenly, someone rattled the doorknob from outside and it startled us and we froze.

Then a knock followed.

"Heaven? Open up. It’s Desmond." He said gently, it was the sweetest way he had ever called my name.

Becca stood up and was about to go open it but I held her hand and shook my head, pleading that she shouldn’t open it.

She understood and nodded. "Alpha Desmond, I’m sorry but Miss Heaven doesn’t want to speak to you."

Then Desmond rattled the doorknob again but it was still locked.

"Heaven, come on. At least let me see that you’re alright."

New set of tears began to roll down my cheeks. A part of me wanted to believe him, to believe that he was actually concerned and that it wasn’t just a way to hurt me again.

But I knew that he still hated me. No matter how guilty he felt about this, he still hated me, and so does Damon, Dylan, and of course Damian who hated me the most.

I nodded to Becca and shook my head. My frustration was growing more with my inability to speak.

If I wasn’t mute, I wouldn’t have to get Becca to do the talking. But even if I wanted to try and speak. I don’t think I would be able to since I haven’t spoken for the past six years.

Then I heard more footsteps from outside and my heart began to beat fast. Was it Damian?

I was shaking and breathing so fast. Becca came closer to me and touched my hand.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"What’s happening? Open the door, right now!" Desmond asked and began hitting the door so hard that I thought it might fall to the ground.

I looked to the door then at Becca. Then I pointed to the jug of water on the dresser.

Becca ran and poured me a cup. She gave it to me and I gulped it down. I felt relieved. For a moment I thought I was going to die.

"Brother, why are you just standing here?!" I heard Dylan say and realized that it wasn’t Damian, I was worried for nothing.

"So you’re just going to stand here and wait for her?" Damon asked coldly.

I flinched at the sound of his voice. He was the arrogant, tough one who had no patience what so ever.

"She doesn’t want to see anyo..." Becca tried to say but Damon cut her off.

"Shut up, you servant," then he sighed and moved closer and knocked on the door.

"Heaven, open this door right now or I swear I’m going to break it," Damon said harshly.

"Damon enough, I thought you were going to get her to open the door not to break it," Desmond said upset.

"That is exactly what I was trying to do," Damon replied.

"How can you have such a black heart, Damon. You’re only going to scare her. If you keep doing this," Dylan said.

The brothers started arguing outside. I could hear sounds of talking and pacing around. Damon was upset that Desmond and Dylan told him that he was scaring me.

"Just leave Damon," Desmond finally said.

I heard nothing for a while. Then I head Damon’s voice .

"Fine then I’ll leave. I can’t just stand here all night either." He said and then the sound of him walking away followed.

I felt happy that he was finally gone but I also felt bad that he didn’t even care enough about me to stay and keep persuading me to open the door. He gave up easily.

Becca looked at me with concern. "Miss Heaven, Desmond brought something for your face. Maybe we should let him in so that he could help," she whispered.

I thought about it for a while. Desmond wasn’t all that bad. He called me a whore in front of everybody at the ball but that was because he was angry, not because he wanted to. Plus he checked up on me and had been acting sweet at the dinner. So why push him away?

I looked up at Becca and gave her a small nod to let Desmond and Dylan in.

Becca lifted me away from the door and took me to the bed so that I would be comfortable.

"You’re doing the right thing, you can’t avoid them forever because they are your mate." Becca smiled and squeezed my hand gently.

The part about them being my mate was true.

But the part about doing the right thing? I highly doubt that. Because nothing could change the fact that they’ve hated me for the past six years because of my father and they’ll keep hating me.