HYBRID GROSS 01

SYNOPSIS HYBRID GROSS

Victoria Carver is trying to start her life over in a mountain cabin after breaking out of an abusive relationship. One day she finds a huge and beautiful Hybrid lying in her backyard. Now, Victoria must deal with a traumatized Hybrid, an insane man stalking her, and unbridled, unexpected passion. The male Hybrid named 1001 had to find a safe place to heal. Very tired, his injured body collapses in an unknown abode. Now, the male has to deal with his possessiveness towards the human who helped him and with a human male who is obsessed with his female and wants to steal her from him.

VICTORIA

I look at the clouds seeing more than they are really showing, my mind as an artist and amateur writer sees formats and ideas in almost everything, and I try for the thousandth time to start writing again, since I can't touch the brush to a canvas and let flow something good.

I haven't been able to put a meaningful word in the notebook since that damn day either. The day my soul died and has not risen to this day. I'm sitting on the porch of the cabin I bought three years ago to live in a secluded mountain far from the city and hatred boils in my blood every time I try to do what I love most and I feel blocked by the traumas my damn ex left me.

Anxiety threatens to overwhelm me, but I take ten deep breaths and stare at the picture of my mother taped to the front page of the notebook she gave me when I was fifteen and I try not to let depression make my heart bleed more, however hard it is. when I lost the person I loved most in my life four years ago.

I will never forgive my bloody father for making me marry one of his partners in dirty work and allowing the bastard to abuse me for six months until I stuck a knife in the bastard's chest and nearly killed him, too bad. I haven't been able to. He survived.

I was only nineteen!

Now twenty-two, I struggle every day with depression that wants to grip me so I can't get out of bed and anxiety that makes me cry nonstop. I fight so hard and sometimes I dare to say that I am proud of my strength. That's when my low self-esteem doesn't get to me and I feel like crap, weak and useless.

Maybe I have a bipolar complex.

It's late, so I give up trying to write and go inside the cabin, lock the door and go to bed. It's so cold today, so I grab three blankets, lie down and do the most common thing I've done in years, cry myself to sleep.

I sleep for only three hours and get up, I can't get past that. I do what I have to do in my little cabin, I take the old truck that I stole from my father and I go to the neighboring town, which is where I work as an attendant in a coffee shop.

— Good morning Miss. Carver. How is it going? — Mr. Paul, a repeat customer who likes to spend hours telling me stories, asks.

- Trying. I answer, pouring him his usual double espresso.

He asks me about my condition every day since he saw me having an anxiety attack after I saw a man who looked like Robert walk into the cafeteria, he helped me with inhaling and exhaling, so I ended up telling him a little about my trauma without I get very deep.

— I'll only believe it when I don't see those spots under your eyes anymore. — refers to my dark circles that I try to disguise with makeup, and sips his coffee.

- Who knows one day. — I go back to the counter and get a piece of lemon cake that he always eats too.

“My son Josh will arrive in town tomorrow after ten years working in the navy. What are the chances of you guys going out on a date?

'Absolutely none!' — I exclaim a little desperate — I don't want any man in my life. You are rebuked in the name of Jesus!

"How awful, Ms. Carver... One day you will find the right man.

"A woman can be happy alone, Mr. Paul. Men bring nothing but trouble, no offense intended.

“Okay, daughter. I already caused a lot of problems for my Dahlia, that's why she changed me for Leonard and today they are a beautiful family, while I live a lonely life with a young attendant as my only friend. I see the old man's eyes get teary.

— We must all learn from our mistakes, there are consequences for all of them. - I speak softly - Excuse me.

I retire and spend the rest of my shift serving customers, cleaning tables, until finally at two in the afternoon, Flora, the girl who stays the rest of the day until closing, arrives. I change clothes, put on a coat and go out, with a sudden feeling that something different is going to happen.

I just hope it's nothing bad.

1001

I stop my run for a moment to take a deep breath, feeling a sharp pain in the process. My whole battered body aches. I've lived in captivity all my life and my escape has not been peaceful at all, I've fought many humans at once and there's no place on my body that doesn't hurt.

I have countless cuts and bruises caused by the beatings and torture I was being subjected to, not to mention the countless doses of my sperm that they took the strength out of my body using human female allies of theirs with the help of medicines that activated my sexual impulses.

I force myself to go back to running, I've been running for days and I feel almost without strength. I don't know where I am or where I'm going, I just know that I'm already far from the hell I was, but I can't stop, even if I die of exhaustion. The first opportunity I had to escape, I didn't waste.

I'd been watching, hoping the humans who had me trapped would make a mistake and finally they had, thinking I was too beaten to fight. My idea that to be honest, I thought it wouldn't work, it ended up working. I played dead and attacked them off guard without the damn sleeping pills as they tried to transfer me from one captivity to another.

They definitely wanted to keep stealing my sperm using different females. I hope they haven't achieved any further successes in their breeding attempts over the years.

I fall to my knees after a few hours, weak and more hurt than I expected. I look up and see mountains, it's a great place to hide and rest until my body heals a bit.

With great difficulty I make my way up the hill, holding back grunts of pain. I take my mother to my rib and feel the blood flowing again, I had managed to stop it with a cloth bandage around me but it seems to be holding nothing back now. I feel weaker than ever, I must have lost a lot of blood and I haven't eaten in days. Further ahead I can see a wooden cabin, I smile slightly with hope welling up inside me, but it's the last thing I see before losing consciousness for good and falling to the ground.