Run. Before fate catches up (Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 1: Jay

A cold draft; caused by an opening door awoke me from my sleep, I stood up immediately and bowed my head. 

'Marley, it’s only me,' a soft voice spoke quietly, I slowly raised my head and sagged with relief, it was just Jay.  

'Hey' I murmured in reply.

'Heya, how are you doing?' He returned,

What a stupid question I thought but I replied with, 'Fine I guess.' 

Jay strode over to where I had slumped to the floor, and passed me a bundle of cloth, as I unwrapped the bundle he explained.

'I brought you some bacon and bread, bacons gone cold though sorry, I couldn't come up straight after dinner.' 

'Thanks Jay!' I mumbled in-between hasty mouthfuls I hadn't eaten in weeks, and bacon was my favourite.

After I finished eating, I looked up at Jay gratefully only to see him looking around my living space disapprovingly. By living space I mean; my attic. Where I live, or where I am held. My attic wasn’t at all big in any way, but I was used to it by now, I had been in here for five years. My only possessions were a thin worn and stained mattress, which was pushed against the far wall next to a small window, which I looked out of often as something to do. I also had a few things that Jay had brought up for me, like a torch and a few books which I kept hidden in the darkest recess of the attic.

It kept from going mad up here, with nothing to do, he also brought me any extra food when he could, like with the bacon just now.

My captures only gave me food once or twice a fortnight sometime longer, which often consisted of gone off milk and stale bread. Which wasn’t at all nutritious or tasty, therefore I was pretty slim.

Looking back up at Jay I studied him, he had a mop of black hair, which often fell in front of his hazel eyes, he had high cheekbones and long black lashes any girl would kill for, and his tight t-shirt showed off his well-toned muscles. Why was someone like him helping me? A nobody.   

He turned back to me, concern clear on his face, 'You shouldn’t be kept in here...' Jay trailed off. It's not like I had a choice. If I did I would be out of here, faster than you could say ‘go’.

Cringing at the memory, of being thrown in here the day after my twelfth birthday. The reason being, I failed to shift into wolf form, for the first time like every werewolf should on their twelfth birthday, like everyone I knew could, which included; my parents and my friends, and the pack I had grown up with. They had all seemed so genuinely friendly until that day. Until I was rejected by them all. I was different to them. An outsider. They all saw me as an intruder after that. Only Jay and his father continued to uphold the same level of kindness, although they had to more careful about how they showed it so no one else would see, as that would get them into deep trouble with my father.

My father was a powerful Alpha and was disgraced by having a non-shifter daughter, therefore he and my mother turned their backs on me without a second thought. 

Since then they have kept me in this small attic, giving me only enough food to survive. I have been beaten for fun, and used as the pack slave, having no choice but to cook and clean and do whatever they say.

'Marley?' Jay interrupted my thoughts. 'Are you ok?' He asked.  

NO! I wanted to scream. Of course I’m not! But instead I just said,

'Yup.' 

'I got to go to training now, sorry. Bye Marls,' He said softly

'Bye,' I replied not wanting him to leave, he is the only one who I can trust and talk to, but he couldn’t stay here with me forever, as much as I would like that. He pulled a funny face before shutting the door and locked it behind him.  

My laughter faded into the air like steam, as I closed my eyes and hoped there would be no beatings today.