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This cannot be happening! This is impossible! The crimson liquid coats my face, seeping from the open wound on my forehead. The metallic taste mixed with the saltiness of my tears serve as a violent reminder of my earlier beating. My body throbs as the phantom fists and steel-toed shoes make their home in my flesh, repeatedly, as if the beating was still happening. With each movement of my limbs, the agony shoots through my fragile body until I make refuge in the dirtied corner of my cell. The cell I called home for years. Why am I here? Well, I’m a criminal. An accused criminal, however. The pack has accused me of being the one responsible for my Luna and her daughter’s death eight years ago. Every day, I am reminded of how much of a failure and a disgrace I am to the werewolf kind, enduring the fiery rage of the pack with each hit to my now bony body. Each bruise and cut on my pale brown skin is a message that all harmoniously said the same thing: You deserve to suffer. No matter how much I scream or plead my innocence, no one will believe my side of the story of that fateful day. I still remember as if it happened yesterday, for it has burned itself to the forefront of my mind. Nuria, Alpha Jonathan and Luna Essie’s daughter and I were best friends. And with me being the Beta’s youngest daughter, we were like two peas in a pod. We did everything together: we played with our dolls, went to school, and had sleepovers in each other’s rooms. We were so young, but we were like sisters! Being the Alpha and Luna’s daughter earned her the title of Angel of the Pack. It means that she holds the innocence and happiness of our prideful pack of werewolves. On that fateful day, Nuria and I ran out in the forest to play in the distant pond. Our parents warned us to never go into the woods alone, but we were a rebellious pair. We always did the opposite of what we were told. We were nine years old at the time and we would play in the pond no matter what. Of course, not long after Luna Essie followed us and reprimanded both
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This cannot be happening! This is impossible! The crimson liquid coats my face, seeping from the open wound on my forehead. The metallic taste mixed with the saltiness of my tears serve as a violent reminder of my earlier beating. My body throbs as the phantom fists and steel-toed shoes make their home in my flesh, repeatedly, as if the beating was still happening. With each movement of my limbs, the agony shoots through my fragile body until I make refuge in the dirtied corner of my cell. The cell I called home for years. Why am I here? Well, I’m a criminal. An accused criminal, however. The pack has accused me of being the one responsible for my Luna and her daughter’s death eight years ago. Every day, I am reminded of how much of a failure and a disgrace I am to the werewolf kind, enduring the fiery rage of the pack with each hit to my now bony body. Each bruise and cut on my pale brown skin is a message that all harmoniously said the same thing: You deserve to suffer. No matter how much I scream or plead my innocence, no one will believe my side of the story of that fateful day. I still remember as if it happened yesterday, for it has burned itself to the forefront of my mind. Nuria, Alpha Jonathan and Luna Essie’s daughter and I were best friends. And with me being the Beta’s youngest daughter, we were like two peas in a pod. We did everything together: we played with our dolls, went to school, and had sleepovers in each other’s rooms. We were so young, but we were like sisters! Being the Alpha and Luna’s daughter earned her the title of Angel of the Pack. It means that she holds the innocence and happiness of our prideful pack of werewolves. On that fateful day, Nuria and I ran out in the forest to play in the distant pond. Our parents warned us to never go into the woods alone, but we were a rebellious pair. We always did the opposite of what we were told. We were nine years old at the time and we would play in the pond no matter what. Of course, not long after Luna Essie followed us and reprimanded both
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"“It's nice to finally meet you Lucy.” Ariana greeted me, pretending as though we hadn't met earlier when her hands were wrapped around my now husband. She held out her hand for a hand shake and I warily accepted it. I forced myself to return her smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well Ariana.” I felt her hand grip mine tighter, so tight that I was sure it would leave a bruise by tomorrow. ""So where is Austin?” Eric inquired, his eyes searching the room. ""Oh he was just outside with me a few minutes ago, I'll go call him father.” Ariana answered, finally letting go of my hand. My entire body stiffened at her words, so that's where he was the entire night, I should have guessed. ""Those two have always shared an unbreakable bond.” Eric commented staring after his daughter. ""Well not always.” Prince Lucas cut in.” A few years back Austin didn't so much as fancy Ariana, but something changed in him like a switch one day, it's pretty hard to explain, it's almost like if he went under a spell one would say.” Eric seemed disturbed by Lucas's words and quietly excused himself while the queen left to make sure he was okay. ""Thank you for that.” Lucas grinned at me.” Anytime Lucy. I know what it's like being a newcomer and having all the attention on you, don't worry, I'll try my best to make this entire experience easier for you.” ""I wish there was some way I could thank you for your sweet words.” I responded smiling brightly up at him, for once I actually felt like I had an older brother looking out for me and it felt amazing. ""A hug will suffice!"" He suggested with a cheeky grin. A low menacing growl came from behind us and I saw Austin glaring at Lucas, the look on his face was deadly, almost as if he wanted to attack his own brother. This time there was no mistaking that it was a growl I had heard coming from him, nothing was making sense to me, never before had I heard anyone in my entire life growl like that and believe me I've been around a lot of people before. ""Wow there b
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JULIANA'S POV I shoved my clothes into my duffle bag quickly, knowing he'd be back soon. Shoving all my makeup and money into my purse, I started packing Estella's clothes. 7:55. Crãp he'd be back in 5 minutes. I grabbed a sleeping Estella in my arms and bolted from the front door. I sighed in relief as I began to walk away from my father’s house. We were free, finally! I didn't know where we would go, only that we had to get as far away from that hell hole as possible. Maybe I could stay at a friend house for a couple days, but then I remembered: I had no actual friends who'd be willing to help me "Owww for sake, who put that there" I heard a familiar voice groan. I turned around to see my father down the road, rubbing a bruise on his head after just walking into a lamppost. Damnit! What was he doing back here so early. All I knew was that he couldn't catch me again. I still have bruises on my skin from last time. I picked up my pace before I started jogging away. But, knowing my luck, I didn't do it without stumbling over and knocking down one of the trash cans. "Juliana? What are you doing back there?" My father said as he saw me. He squinted his eyes go see me carrying Estella and multiple bags. It didn't take him long to realise that I was running away. And with that he began running towards me. I didn't waist anytime and turned in my heels to sprint away from him. If he wasn't so drunk, he would've definitely caught up to me. This was the only time I was thankful for his alcohol addiction. Estella stirred in her sleep at the sudden movement, but that didn't slow me down. I turned the corner and checked behind me to see if my father had caught up to me yet, but what I wasn't expecting was to bump into a rock hard wall. Quite literally. I rubbed the side of my head and winced at the pain. I stepped back to see a little bit of blood on the wall. Ouch. "Are you okay? I just saw you walk into that wall" a voice said from behind me. Stunned by the presence behind me, I spun on my heels quickly, cau
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JULIANA'S POV I shoved my clothes into my duffle bag quickly, knowing he'd be back soon. Shoving all my makeup and money into my purse, I started packing Estella's clothes. 7:55. Crãp he'd be back in 5 minutes. I grabbed a sleeping Estella in my arms and bolted from the front door. I sighed in relief as I began to walk away from my father’s house. We were free, finally! I didn't know where we would go, only that we had to get as far away from that hell hole as possible. Maybe I could stay at a friend house for a couple days, but then I remembered: I had no actual friends who'd be willing to help me "Owww for sake, who put that there" I heard a familiar voice groan. I turned around to see my father down the road, rubbing a bruise on his head after just walking into a lamppost. Damnit! What was he doing back here so early. All I knew was that he couldn't catch me again. I still have bruises on my skin from last time. I picked up my pace before I started jogging away. But, knowing my luck, I didn't do it without stumbling over and knocking down one of the trash cans. "Juliana? What are you doing back there?" My father said as he saw me. He squinted his eyes go see me carrying Estella and multiple bags. It didn't take him long to realise that I was running away. And with that he began running towards me. I didn't waist anytime and turned in my heels to sprint away from him. If he wasn't so drunk, he would've definitely caught up to me. This was the only time I was thankful for his alcohol addiction. Estella stirred in her sleep at the sudden movement, but that didn't slow me down. I turned the corner and checked behind me to see if my father had caught up to me yet, but what I wasn't expecting was to bump into a rock hard wall. Quite literally. I rubbed the side of my head and winced at the pain. I stepped back to see a little bit of blood on the wall. Ouch. "Are you okay? I just saw you walk into that wall" a voice said from behind me. Stunned by the presence behind me, I spun on my heels
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid guy" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left because he co
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. Download Dreame to read more of Abused and Broken Chapter 2 As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends,
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left
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"“It's nice to finally meet you Lucy.” Ariana greeted me, pretending as though we hadn't met earlier when her hands were wrapped around my now husband. She held out her hand for a hand shake and I warily accepted it. I forced myself to return her smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you as well Ariana.” I felt her hand grip mine tighter, so tight that I was sure it would leave a bruise by tomorrow. ""So where is Austin?” Eric inquired, his eyes searching the room. ""Oh he was just outside with me a few minutes ago, I'll go call him father.” Ariana answered, finally letting go of my hand. My entire body stiffened at her words, so that's where he was the entire night, I should have guessed. ""Those two have always shared an unbreakable bond.” Eric commented staring after his daughter. ""Well not always.” Prince Lucas cut in.” A few years back Austin didn't so much as fancy Ariana, but something changed in him like a switch one day, it's pretty hard to explain, it's almost like if he went under a spell one would say.” Eric seemed disturbed by Lucas's words and quietly excused himself while the queen left to make sure he was okay. ""Thank you for that.” Lucas grinned at me.” Anytime Lucy. I know what it's like being a newcomer and having all the attention on you, don't worry, I'll try my best to make this entire experience easier for you.” ""I wish there was some way I could thank you for your sweet words.” I responded smiling brightly up at him, for once I actually felt like I had an older brother looking out for me and it felt amazing. ""A hug will suffice!"" He suggested with a cheeky grin. A low menacing growl came from behind us and I saw Austin glaring at Lucas, the look on his face was deadly, almost as if he wanted to attack his own brother. This time there was no mistaking that it was a growl I had heard coming from him, nothing was making sense to me, never before had I heard anyone in my entire life growl like that and believe me I've been around a lot of people before. ""Wow there brother, just be grateful it was me asking her for a hug and not any of the men staring at her right now.” ""Austin!"" Ariana almost shouted, trying to get his attention, she seemed shocked at his reaction to Lucas asking me for a hug. It did work however, he seemed in control of himself once again as his glare was now focused on me. I gave him a perplexed look. What exactly did I do? His eyes moved from me to scan the room and a scowl formed on his face. I followed his gaze and noticed a few faces were looking in my direction, all mostly men. A muscle ticked in his jaw and it seemed as though he was fighting to control himself. ""Where is my father?” Ariana asked. ""I think I said something that upset him, you should go check on him.” Lucas confessed with a smile, it was clear as day he didn't like her and that confused me, why would he prefer to be kind to me when it was her his brother preferred? Her eyes flashed.” What did you say?” ""Ask him.” ""Lucas.” Austin said his name in a warning tone, not pleased with his brother's behavior. Ariana rolled her eyes and linked her arms through Austin's.” Let's go find my father.” My eyes rested on where there skin touched and again just like before I heard the voice in my head, this time it all but screamed 'mine'. It hurt, it hurt to see him so close to another woman, especially when the woman was her. I still didn't understand why it did however, how could I already have feelings for someone I had just met? The emotions were already so strong, like if I had known Austin my entire life and that was simply absurd since I'd never met the prince before, I was certain of it, he had the type of face one couldn't help but remember. Unable to see anymore of it, I quietly excused myself and walked into the palace's garden, wanting to get some fresh air to clear my head, away from everyone and especially away from Austin and Ariana. For the first time since I reached here I begun to miss home, even though I was mistreated back there, I still knew alm
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left b
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. Download Dreame to read more of Abused and Broken Chapter 2 As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends,
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had press the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I got out of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water came out. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leaped into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what are you doing!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me! My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can argue like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like hell than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just be a “good wife”. My mom, Opal Moon’s Luna, found this notion to be insane and insisted that I start training immediately. What if my mate was an alpha from another pack? No one wants a Luna who on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had press the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I got out of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water came out. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leaped into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what are you doing!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me! My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can argue like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like hell than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just be a “good wife”. My mom, Opal Moon’s Luna, found this notion to be insane and insisted that I start training immediately. What if my mate was an alpha from another pack? No one wants a Luna who on
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had press the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I got out of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water came out. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leaped into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what are you doing!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me! My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can argue like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like hell than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just be a “good wife”. My mom, Opal Moon’s Luna, found this notion to be insane and insisted that I start training immediately. What if my mate was an alpha from another pack? No one wants a Luna who on
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid bi+ch" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your fυcking mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of HeII I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this fυcking mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We l
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left
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“Alaia, get out of bed now! Don’t make me come up there!” yelled my mom from the bottoms of the stairs. I had hit the snooze button one too many times and now I was going to be late for my last week of senior year. I shot of of bed and into by bathroom in an attempt to wake myself up and make myself look like a human and not a walking zombie. As soon as I turned on the shower I jumped in and cursed aloud when the icy water hit my body. “Well, step one ‘waking up’ is complete” I thought sarcastically as I adjusted the temperature and sped through my morning routine. Hopping out of the shower I wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy bath towel and take a look in the mirror. Everyone always says how much I look like my mom and I see it more and more every day. I have her large golden honey colored eyes and smooth caramel skin. My long chocolate brown hair almost reaches my waist, again just like mom, but mine is curly while hers would be considered wavy. I have plump pouty lips and a small button nose which I love but I would say that my favorite feature would be my curves. Mom definitely blessed me with an amazing hourglass figure. At 5’2 I would say that I would be considered attractive by many but I’ve never dated or even had a boyfriend. I like to keep to myself and avoid the drama so even with my physical appearance not too many people take the time to approach and get to know me. I pull myself out of my haze of thoughts and pull my hair into a large messy bun before rushing into my closet and throwing on my favorite yellow maxi dress and brown gladiator sandals. Because of my short stature I have to tie a knot in the front of the dress to keep from tripping over it but I still love it. I stop in front of my vanity and apply a bit of mascara and some lip gloss before I grab my things and head down stairs of the pack house. On the way down I take a look at my phone and see that I have enough time for a quick breakfast before I have to leave. I do an air fist bump before I round the corner into the kitchen. I love food and am not ashamed to say it. I say my good mornings as I pass a few members of the pack already having their breakfast at the large island and look over to see more in the dining room. I give them a wave before I open the fridge, stick my head in, and start unconsciously doing my happy food dance. “Oh what deliciousness do you hold dear fridge?” I say while scanning the shelves. My brother Aaron enters the kitchen, sees me, and being the brat he is he slowly walks up behind me and yells “boo!” so loud that I let out an ear piercing shriek, bang my head on the inside of the fridge, and almost choke on my heart that has leapt into my throat. I immediately regain a bit of my composure (which is hard to do with about 20 wolves trying to hide their amused faces) and while he’s doubled over laughing I spin around and land a right hook on his rib cage, quickly putting a stop to his laughter. Once he straightens up he yells “Alaia, what are you doing!” “Oh, don’t play innocent with me! My eyes are still crossed from the impact of my head hitting the top of the fridge!” “Aww, I’m sorry little sis”, he says while giggling and petting the top of my head like I’m a puppy. As I slap his hand away I tell him “You’re a whole 6 minutes older than me, big deal. And stop petting me unless you want a bruise on the other your other side too.” As twins, Aaron and I can fight like cats and dogs one minute then be the best of friends the next. I love my brother more than anything and I know he feels the same about me. While rubbing his side Aaron tells me “That right hook has gotten better. I see you’ve been paying attention in combat training...finally”. It’s true that I used to hate combat training. It always seemed more like a punishment than anything else. As the daughter of the alpha of the Opal Moon pack, it was ingrained on me early on that Aaron would take over the position from our dad one day and once I found my mate I would bear his pups and just be a “good wife”. My mom, Opal Moon’s Luna, found this notion to be in
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of Hell I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. *Ember* As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We left
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp pain of having a hand wrapped into my hair and dragging me out of bed. He pulled me like I was nothing more than a rag doll as he made his way down the stairs, still half asleep I try to get my body to do what it needs to do to get some kind of footing. That proves to be impossible and I feel myself hitting every step on the way down. " Ember you stupid bi+ch" he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he now grabs my face forcing me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up your fυcking mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. He spends all day drunk to be honest, then when he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. He smacks the back of my head so hard my face is greeted by the cold steel of the sink. I hit my head so hard I instantly became dizzy falling to my knees. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head before the blows of his foot come down hard and fast. I don't know how long he will kick me. I want to scream to cry out from all the pain, but I can't. If I do and I wake someone up, if someone hears and finds out, that is something that just can't happen. No one can know what goes on in these four walls of HeII I call home. After he feels I have been 'punished' enough he rips me to my feet and pulls my hair back making sure I am paying attention to him " Clean up this fυcking mess and get your disgusting worthless self away from me." He then makes himself another drink, leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel is pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. It turns on the shower and undresses while it warms up. Once i step into the hot water I watch has the blood get swept down the drain, like it is being erased. If only the water could also erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. The beatings come so often that even being a werewolf who heals faster than humans mine can not heal. I look at my face and see tonight's beating has left me with a busted eyebrow causing my eye to become blacken and swollen. Great. Dad normally tries to avoid my face. I guess he was just too drunk to be bothered this time. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up or he will lock me away till my face is healed and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. As I walk to school I start to think back over the last few years of my life. Dad left our pack, the pack I was born into where I had friends, where I had family. We l
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I was woken up by the sudden sharp voice. " Ember," he growls " Can you do anything right?" It is not a question he is seeking an answer for we both know the answer. It's no. What have I done wrong now? I find out very soon, he forced me to look at the sink in the kitchen. There is his dinner plate and fork sitting there. Not this again. " You didn't clean up the mess and you think you can just go to sleep? That is not how things are done in my house!" Those aren't my dishes. He must have came home late, ate and put them there. Dad drinks a lot. When he comes home from the bar he eats and forgets that he put dishes in the sink after I have already gone to bed.I don't say any of what I think if I did what coming next would be worse. His eyes turn all black and I know now I am in real trouble. I somehow manage to cover my head. I don't know how long he will hit me. No one can know what goes on in these four walls what I called home. " Clean up this mess." He leaves the room and goes to watch television. I wash the plate and head up stairs. I try to lay down but no matter which way I do all I feel pain. It's 4:45 am now and I might as well get ready for school. I open the door to my room to hear dad snoring. Good he is sleeping. I get my clothes and head to the bathroom. Once I step into the hot water. I imagine the water could erase the pain. I get out when the water starts to run cold. I take a good hard look in the mirror. Most of my body is blue and black. Bruise on top of more bruises. Great. My face is ok. I try to cover it with concealer. Even with makeup on I can't be pretty. Even if I took the time to do it. As my dad and his friends like to remind me, I fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, there is no way to fix that. I need to get out of here before he wakes up and since I can't eat at home it could take even longer. I grab my hoodie, phone and bag and walk out the door to make the six mile trip to school. The October weather is perfect for the walk. It is cool but not cold. The leaves have started changing and falling. I put my headphones in and start scrolling through my music to find something to listen to. When I can't decide I put shuffle on and let fate decide, music is the only thing I will let fate pick for me. Broken Home comes on, how ironic. At least I will have some peace today. I pull my hood up and start along my walk. When I wake uo in the morning, memories start to flood my head as I start to remember last night. I sigh, nothing new. I slowly get up, I hold back a cry and start to get dressed for school. I am putting on my shoes when I hear the front door open. My dad has left. That makes my muscles relax. Thank god. Once I have finished getting dressed for school I walk downstairs. I pass by the kitchen and see the fridge is locked. Of course, no dinner. I see an apple on the counter and a note next to. 'Eat it.' I sighed. Oh, course he would leave me something like that. I grab the apple and place it in my backpack. Next, he left me yesterday morning. I grab a cup and drink some water. I walk out of the house. I'm so happy it's cold. I don't want to wear a sweater while its 90 degrees outside. I'm wearing a pair of pants and a big sweater. They hide my body. I swing my backpack over my shoulder. I start to walk to my bus stop. Although I am not bullied in school I can feel that everyone hates me. No one approaches me and teachers just pretend I'm not there. I do the same. I see no point in school. I will grow up and marry someone rich that won't take advantage of me and live happily ever after. Well, at least I think I will. When I come across an empty seat on the bus. I start to think, I start to make up a fairy tale in my head that I know will never happen. One day someone will notice me and will report my father. They will take me into protective custody and then I’m safe and sound. Hopefully, when they report me they do it to a werewolf court. Considering my dad is probably one of the strongest werewolves out there. I highly consider someone str