Pregnant By A Werewolf

Nineteenth

He left after that. Leaving me alone with the twins.

"You okay?" Zane asks worried.

"Im fine little man" i smile at him.

"Play dolly's" Rosie shouts.

"Maybe later, why dont you two go find daddy" i told them.

"Okay" they say simultaneously before running off to find Jason.

I roll to my room and lock the door behide me. I love spending time with the twins i really do but right nowni need to be on my own.

I went to the bed and climb into it. I put my legs in a comfortable position before lying down on my back looking up at the roof.

It wasnt long untill i was asleep.

Nightmare

"Stupid slut" my mother shouted.

"Im sorry" i cried.

I tried cleaning up the tray i just dropped, but my mothers got up and came over to me pushing me back hard.

"You can't do anything right" she screams.

She left slamming the door behide her.

I cleaned up the mess before running to the bathroom.

There wasn't a lock so I just shut the door. No one was home now anyway.

I took the lid off the toilet and grabbed the small knife i hid inside it.

Placing the lid back on i then sat on the floor leaning against the bath looking at it. Turning it over and over.

I cant do this anymore. I dont wanna live anymore.

I've cut myself before but this time I'm going to end it. Im going to end the pain and the abuse.

I put the knife to my wrist and dug it in deep. Im used to holding back my screams by biting my lip so hard it bleeds.

As i slid the knife up I started seeing black spots. The blood pooled out causeing a puddle to form.

End of nightmare

I wake in a pile of my own sweat. I havent had that nightmare in a long time. Normally its about him.

I guess I'm feeling like i did back then, like I have no reason to be here and someone has made it very clear they dont want me here.

If it wasnt for the twins I would just leave but seeing their smiling faces makes me want to stay.

It hurts me to know that I'm just a stranger to them. Jason and the girl has made that family connection.

Im their mum by blood but that girl is their real mother. Shes the one who has cared for them this whole time.

I just feel so empty inside.

I should probably get up.

I grab my chair and slide into it then start stripping the bed which was a pain and took me so long to do.

I pull the bundle of washing onto my lap and push myself to the door. Opening the door I pop my head out. Luckly no one was about. I roll myself to the washing room located next to the kichen. I put the washing in the washing machine. I try to fine the powder. It was on the side.

With a sigh i strech up and try to grab it. My fingers just touching it. It took forever as it felt like it wasnt moving. Finally having it at the edge of the counter I pull it down and do what I need to do.

Clicking start i then leave and go towards the bathroom.

I strip down and climb into the bath tub. I couldnt stand to turn the shower on so I use a back scrubber to reach up and click it.

I must of been there a while just letting the hot water hit my body before I start to wash my hair.

Getting out was hard and I slipped a couple times which fucking hurt but I was finally able to get into my chair.

At this point I was tired again but proud that I got this far on my own. I wrapped a towle around my body then another one over my legs to make sure i was all covered up.

I dont think anyone is about but better safe than sorry.

I didnt get far as soon as I opened the door she stood there glaring at me.

"Can i help you" i ask trying to be nice.

I didnt except for her to pull the towels from my body in a rough manner.

She smirks "no wonder Jason upgraded. Just reject him alreddy as you know he dosent want a thing like you"

She rushs off . I couldnt grab the towles she chucked on the floor without falling out my chair so I grab a new one before quickly going to my room.

I look in the mirror. I slowly remove the towles and look at my body. I forgot how many there was. Most have faded but you can see them if look close enough. The worst one being across my back. I won't even try to look at it.

It was from he first time he tried it with me. I didnt want him to touch me so i punch him in the face.

He beat me black and blue but I didnt give in untill he took his belt off and whipped my back again and again. He done that so i wouldnt fight him again and I didnt want that type of pain to ever happen again but I never gave in easy.

Untill one day he broke me completely. I was tied up. I couldnt move, i couldnt fight. He took everything. Once he was done i was badly bleeding. Cuts covered my body from where he cut me.

Pain and plusure he used to say.

I didnt want to look at myself anymore so I grab a night dress and slid it on. I wiggle into some underwear before making my way to the window.

It was like she was mocking me. She was out there again playing with the twins. My babies and they couldnt look happier. I shut the curtains not wanting to let the outside world in.

I cried. I cried and I cried some more.