Run. Before fate catches up (Under Reconstruction)

Chapter 2: Bad luck

The sound of heavy boots stomping up the steps getting closer filled my ears. This was not Jay. I stood and bowed my head in anticipation, as the lock turned and someone stormed in. 'Oi you sket, get downstairs doing your chores. Lazy bitch!' His gruff voice yelled. Looking up I scurried past him through the doorway, as I passed him he wacked me across the back of the head. I didn't even flinch, that was like a hug off these guys.

Scurrying into the kitchen I was followed as usual by one of the all male pack's Gard, dressed all in black and occasionally his uniform squelched as he moved. Basically he was in the buisness of protection snd enforcement, that was the Gards motto. Obviously the Gard followed me around for enforcement rather than protection.  He held an intimidating batton in his belt, along with a pistol which I knew held pure silver bullets.

With him watching over me I began to slave away, making breakfast for the whole pack, it was most definitely exhausting work, considering there were 200 and odd werewolves at this one pack house.

When I was finished and the pack were starting to fill up the mess hall, which joined the kitchen by a single doorway and a rectangular hatchway. Some of the troublemakers strolled over to the hatch, leaning on the sill to began their daily verbal torture.

"Hey Slut."

"Hey don't ignore me! Who do you think you are?"

"Yeah, speak when you are spoken to Bitch" chimed in another.

I gasped in shock as a hand on my shoulder made me turn from the troublemakers at the hatch. One of the guys had come through the joining doorway.

"Hey sweetheart, how about I take you away from those childish morons and we can have some fun?"

"No." I breathed.

His previously soft featured face, turned stony, as he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

"You think you're brave refusing? You're not. So drop the act darling. Maybe next time huh?"

He sniggered as he pulled away and made his way back through the joining door. My

heart was pounding hard in my chest, was that a threat? I glanced over at the pack Gard, he stood with feet slightly splayed apart and his hands clasped infront of him and he looked straight ahead emotionless amd unconcerned, I knew he was only there to make sure I didn't make a break to get away rather them protecting me, but still how he could he just stand there. I wiped all emotion off my face, regaining my resolve to not give them the satisfaction.

"I'm finished here." I quietly said to the gard. He followed the daily routine and escorted me down to the washing room. I too followed the routine, and surprisingly this was the best part of my day as once I hsd walked inside the room the Gard slammed the door shut and I heard a key turn behind me. Then finally I could relax, no one else was in this room with me. No member of the Gard, pack no-one. Plus its wasn't my attic, so this was the most freedom I got during my day. I just sat down in the single rickety wooden chair, sagging with relief before I got up to continue my work. Doing thr laundry, was very tiring work, considering they had not invested in washing machines, probably to make my life harder as I had to wash everything by hand. This took me the majority of the day.

All of these rooms, I had to work in were deliberatly mirrorless. Meaning I hadn't seen my appearance since, the morning I turned twelve.

Apparantly werewolves are weirdly superstitious and they didn't want any bad luck caused by smashed mirrors with me around.

If I had finished the laundry  early, I had to wait for thr Gard of that day to come back and take me to the next place.  Sometimes they didn't bother coming back and left me there the whole night, but that wasn't too bad as when that happened I bathed in the hot water used for cleaning, and also got the chance of cleaning my own clothes and being able to wait for them to dry to wear them and no-one would know but me. I had previously tried to change my clothes for others I saw in the laundry room, but that ended up with such a severe beating, even the thought of it now makes me cringe and shiver.

The sound of a key turning in the lock brought me back from my reverie and painful memories. It seems I would not be left here today, the thought dissapointed me.

Usually I went around as many rooms as I could cleaning before the Gard of that day decided that I was done, but right now I was being dragged by the arm back to the kitchen, which was already clean from this morning. I started to panic had I done something wrong, was I going back to the creepy guy?

When we arrived he spoke,

"This morning. You didn't do the floor. Do it now."

Yes, he was right. I was so startled by the creepy guy that I had not done the floor.

Was I going to be punished for this?

"You stay here and clean, I'm going to come back and inspect it in 30 minutes. Start now." He ordered as he strode out of the kitchen, where was he going? Was he supposed to leave me here? I wasn't supposed to be left anywhere. I'm sure everyobe knew that.

Anyway I wasted no time I reached into the cupboard and quickly grabbed a packet of dried fruit. Not that I liked them, but beggars can't be choosers. I shoved them up my old jacket and zipped it up to secure them. Before getting down and scrubbing at the floor.

Fot some reason it was Beta John second in command to my father the Alpha Ray, that came to escort me back to the attic.

As I entered my attic Beta John shoved me up the last step, causing me to crash to the floor. Which in turn resulted in the packet of dried fruit to fall from underneath my jacket.

My heart filled with dread.

Beta John reached down picked up the packet, and in a deadly quiet voice said 'Where did you get these?'

Too scared to speak, he backhanded my accross the face with his big hand, his silver wedding ring cutting into my cheek. "HOW DARE YOU NOT ANSWER ME!" He yelled

Whimpering slightly I tried to back away slowly, by crawling backwards.

But that brought no respite, and was petrified half to death as he grapped my ankle and pulled me back to where he stood. The anticipation of the punishment was always the worst. But fortunately it appeared in this case I would not have to wait long.

The world seemed to suddenly be in slow motion as I watched him raise his foot heavily booted with black clompors, before it impacted into my torso and my ribs and a serious deafening crack could be heard over my screams.

Before everything went black I saw him stood over me, a stained baseball bat gripped in his bleeding hands, and then tha pain was everywhere before I gladly gave into the blackness.

I hoped I was dead.

That hope was quickly diminished when I heard an unpleasant voice cut through the blackness.

"That's what you get for stealing!"