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A/N: Link to Song: Call Me When You're Sober
Chasten had lived through this day a million times. It was payday and Hank would always be waiting for either a check or a blowjob, if not both. But something was off this day. First, Hank wasn’t home when Chasten got there. All he found was a note. It read: Out drinking with the guys. Be ready when I get home. -H. Chasten knew what this meant. But he made his choice today. He already has his bus ticket to the first place on the dart board. South Bend, Indiana. I need to get away from him
Chasten POV:
“Come on, come on,” I stated to myself a million times, as I’m trying to get the piece of wall where my hidden money is, out.
“Looking for something,” Hank, drunk as ever says to me.
“No,” I state stopping quickly. “Just looking for my plug.”
“No you weren't,” Hank drunkenly replied. He pulled me to his knee, and suddenly I blacked out. All I remember is being pulled off Hank by the Police.
“I killed him. I killed him,” I kept repeating as a mantra. The police stopped my mantra as I am being brought into the Omega Interrogation Room. This is meant to be a safe space or you’re worst nightmare depending on the crime.
“You didn’t kill him,” the officer said. “You just knocked him out, but you were screaming the whole time. That’s why we showed up. What happened, an Omega can’t knockout their Alpha under normal circumstances.”
“Do I have to go back to him,” I said nervously.
“It depends,” the other officer said. “Why did you knock him out.”
Nervously I said, “It would be the first time he was going to beat me, right before my heat, which is now gone.” I said out loud, thinking, “Hopefully not forever.
“This wasn’t the first time?” The first officer asked, kicking her Alpha partner out.
“I lost count how many times, I just wanted a partner I could trust. I thought I found him in Hank. Then he started getting drunk, and it kept happening. He would always apologize the next day, but it kept happening. Until my Omega broke,” I said bursting into tears.
I later learned that Hank was found guilty of Omega Abuse and sentenced to 30 years behind bars. And I was back on the Omega Registry, but Hank would not stop calling.
“You have a collect call from Michigan State Prison for Male Alphas. To accept the charges press one. Otherwise please hang up.” I heard this about 20 times before accepted the call and I said this to him:
“Don't cry to me, if you loved me, You would be here with me. You never call me when you're sober. You only want it 'cause it's over, it's over.”
He responded: “How could I have burned paradise?”
“How could I?” I said back. “You were never mine! So don't cry to me, if you loved me. You would be here with me. Don't lie to me, just get your things. I've made up your mind! Don’t call me again,” I said hanging up.