Broken and saved

Leaving home

Leaving home:

Before I tell you my story, I should introduce myself. My name is Alexis Serenity Day, I am seventeen years old, have raven black hair that falls to my waist, brown doe eyes and I have a slight figure, my bones sticking out unhealthily, due to barley being fed. I am also a werewolf, the daughter of an Omega of the Dark-thorn pack, I don't know about my mother, I can't remember her. My father though, I wish I never met. Now let me begin my story...

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"Please, please stop!" I sobbed as I lay, beaten, on the kitchen floor.

It's no use, over and over again I am beaten, kick...kick...slap.

"Your a worthless piece of shit! You should have never been born! You don't deserve to live! I created you and I will kill you!" His deranged shouts fill my ears as I begin to go in an out of conciseness.

Crack! My rib, I think, Broken by his kick to my side. Blood steadily trickles down my face like a Red curtain, mixing with my tears as it drips mercilessly to the floor.

"I wish you were never born! You drove her away! It's all your fault! This is all your fault!" He screams as he picks me up and throws me into the bare brick wall, restricting my breathing as his arm presses into my throat.

"Please! I didn't mean to! I promise I will be better, try harder! Please don't do this!" I beg, my breath ripping out in harsh pants as I try to keep myself awake."please" I whisper out the blackness closing in on me...

I wake up on the blood drenched floor, dots floating in my vision as I try to move. I pulled myself up with my hands, and carefully stand, my ribs screaming in protest it the action. Hissing in a breath, I walk forward, clutching my tender side and steady myself with the other on the wall.

"Careful Alexis" I scold myself as I nearly trip on the broken glass lying everywhere, the dingy wallpaper crumbling beneath my hands as I make my way along the corridor.

I finally get to my room at the end of the corridor, opening the door as quietly as I can. The only noise that can be heard it he creak of my door as I open it to the bare room it holds. I quickly head for my wardrobe, grabbing the hidden medical supplies from within. I wrap my middle in a supporting bandage, I know in a matter of days my ribs will be healed, curtsy of my werewolf genes. I clean my other cuts with antiseptic, then grab a bag.

I can't live like this anymore, there has both been a day in my life that I have not been beaten and abused by the being that I call a farther. My pack never help, they don't care about an Omega, no one cares. My life has been controlled by fear, but not anymore, I can't do this anymore, this is not the life I want to lead. I have to leave.

I throw my few belongings into a bag as fast as I can, rushing before he returns. I gather a few prices of clothing, my teddy 'maple' and a picture if mum and dad, smiling as mum swaddled the newborn in her arms, and dad strokes her cheek tenderly. That baby is me. The life I would have had if mum had the guts to stay and look after me.

I decide to leave a brief note, mainly because I barley know how to write, 'Dear Dad,

I know I am a disappointment and I am sorry for that, I didn't want to be, please forgive me.

Your daughter, Alexis,

Xox'

With shaking fingers I fold the note and place it on the dining room table, I know he will notice it.

"Goodbye, Dad" I say as I walk out down the path away from the house, "goodbye home" I whisper in sorrow, and finally I turn away and leave, ready to begin writing my own story...

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Hammy1)

(picture of her on side when she is healthy)