Chapter summary of Chapter 13 – I'll Take This Pain by Sophie Valerie
In Chapter 13, a key chapter of the acclaimed Internet novel I'll Take This Pain by Sophie Valerie, readers are drawn deeper into a story filled with emotion, conflict, and transformation. This chapter brings crucial developments and plot twists that make it essential reading. Whether you’re new to the book or a loyal fan, this section delivers unforgettable moments that define the essence of I'll Take This Pain.
"No, it doesn't have to be forever,
just as long as I'm the name on your tattooed heart,"
- Tattooed Heart by Ariana Grande
We got my papers signed as a nurse checked Caleb out and tried to be seductive with him. Caleb didn't really realize what was happening around him as he signed my papers, took my bag and wrapped his arm around my waist. We walked to the exit together and got into Caleb's BMW. As I got into the passenger seat, I leaned my forehead against the cold window and sighed softly. He got in and started the car. "It won't be that bad." He said, reaching over to grasp my hand.
"Do you remember what happened when I was 12? The burnt waffle that landed me as Omega of the pack? I thought - I thought after I knocked my head, I could forget the memories. But no, I didn't have amnesia. Instead of losing the bad memories, I lost my good memories. The memories that I cherished." I said, avoiding his gaze. "Yeah. I remember." He said, letting go of my hand and backing out of the car park. He drove us back to the pack house as we settled into a comfortable silence. I watched as the trees passed by the window and the small animals that were enjoying themselves in the forest. We reached the pack house all too soon. Caleb stopped the engine and looked at me. I was staring at my hands that were on my lap as I took deep breaths. "You know it won't be that bad?" He said in a low voice.
"No. It will be that bad." I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and opened the door. Caleb retrieved the bag from the backseat, locked the car and walked back to my side. I looked up at the house, the house that held so many bad memories. The house that held so many of my tears, blood and sweat. Caleb's arm encircled my waist as he pulled me closer to him. "Ready?" He whispered and I nodded lightly. We walked towards the house, went inside and instantly everybody's eyes were on me. It was like the whole pack was gathered there in the living room, waiting for us.
The eyes looking at me made me cringe in fear and my palms sweat. I didn't even notice that I was shaking until Caleb nudged me slightly. There was a heavy tension in the room. I was practically going to faint. Right here, right now. Someone cleared their throat and all eyes snapped to him. Alpha Asher. Caleb stepped forward, letting go of my waist and approached his father. "Father." He said as he stood next to his father. His father nodded and looked at me from top to bottom then up again. His eyes held so much anger and hatred that I didn't even know why.
"Why do you hate me so much?" I find the words tumbling out of my mouth without my consent. All the gazes that were already focused on me seemed to intensify. "Because you're a slut." That was the cue. After he said that, havoc started. Everyone started throwing insults at me and oh yes, I heard every one of them. There were shouts of me being a slut, a whore, slut who took the Luna's mate, witch, weirdo, human. There were so many insults that I couldn't keep up anymore. My heart was beating so fast, my breathing was increasing too. My wolf was going crazy. I could literally imagine her cowering down and covering her ears with her paws. I was sweating and panting. I couldn't take it anymore as I felt someone slap me. The impact made my face move to the side and then I felt another slap on the other side. Both of my cheeks were stinging.
I ran upstairs, straight up to the attic and closed the attic door behind me. I slid down the wooden door down onto the floor, leaning against it as I buried my face into my knees. It was worse than I expected. I thought as I breathed in the same old wooden and dusty smell of the attic. The shouting from downstairs seemed to die down but there was one particular voice that was shouting above the others. His rage could be felt through the bond as my sorrow flowed through the bond. It was like a vein, with two currents at each ends. One current was rage, the other current was sorrow and when they collided into each other. It only made him angrier.

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