Lone Wolf

Chapter 1- Run

The last time Greg was this mad, I didn't see daylight for three weeks. I crossed off how many days I was in that basement. Twenty-two days is the longest ever. All because he didn't enjoy his meal and I fought back. I told him it was the best I could do. That I did try to make it enjoyable. Talking back is the worst thing I could had done.

Greg is an awful man. He has not one compassionate bone in his body. He is not my family. I don't have a family. My dad left my mom when he found out she was pregnant. He had no desire to be apart of my life. Or at least that's what I have been told.

I don't really remember my mom that well. She left when I was five. I have slight memories, like when it was my birthday and she bought me a doll. I have on picture with her that was taken days before she left. I still don't know why or where she went.

From the stories I have been told, my mom met Greg when she was pregnant with me, after my dad had left. He helped my mom and supported her. Raised me as his own. But after she left things got worse.

We started to move around alot. Every couple of months or so, Greg would say he had a new work opportunity and to get ready. He started to go out every night. I rarely saw him while trying to cope with my mother's disappearance. He would come home drunk with some sort of fast food meal that was half eaten for me.

Thats how the first six years went by. Then I turned eleven. Thats when Greg started to get physical. It started off with him just nudging me out of the way, then it went to pushing. Soon he was hitting, which lead slapping and punching. Kicking was soon after incorporated. I now know his absolute favourite methods was to hit me with pans, whack me with the fire poker, and throwing glass plates.

I suddenly was abruptly taken away from my thoughts when I heard more stomping and curses. I had ran upstairs to give Greg his space. To leave him alone and maybe he would cool off. Guess that wasn't the case.

I pretended I was asleep. It had proven itself before. I dropped an apple on the floor and Greg said it was wasteful, minutes later when he came to punish me I pretended to be asleep and he left me alone.

But this time I didn't get so lucky. I could feel the hair on my head being tugged with so much force, I didn't know how it managed to stay put in my head.

You would think I would be screaming but it gives him so sort of satisfaction every time I do. I will not give him the satisfaction he does not deserve. I have trained myself to scream on the inside and keep my mouth shut.

Push, Tug, Yank. I was being dragged down the stairs, him not caring about me getting my footing. If someone saw me, I guarantee I looked like a rag doll. Soon I felt myself going down another set of stairs. This isn't good. Hes bringing me to the basement.

I could feel him tying my hands around the pole in the unfinished basement. Looking around I took in the mess. After he dealt with my hands I could feel him tying my feet. I was know to be a kicker.

I knew this wasn't going to be pretty and I was prepared for the worst.

Hit

Punch

Kick

Slap

Repeat

I soon started to feel light headed. My vision started to blur as I slightly heard him cackling. What man feels good after hurting the girl he raised from birth?

Nevertheless I closed my eyes and greeted the painless darkness.

As I opened my eyes, a searing pain shot through me. I realized I could not open my left eye all the way, great swollen yet again.

My hands and feet were still tied together but I had developed a solution throughout my many years. I slipped my hands out and untied my feet.

I limped upstairs quietly to make sure I didn't alert Greg. I looked out the window and his car was gone. I looked at the clock and it was only 9 o'clock. He was going to be gone for the rest of the night.

I walked in the kitchen and my thoughts had been right. On the kitchen table I saw a note. Written by the creature himself, Saying he was going to a bar near by.

I was overwhelmed with happiness. This is the first time in months I had been awake to see him gone. Usually I was knocked out or in my room hiding.

I could finally shift. I don't remember the last time I went for a run. My toes are just itching in anticipation.

I walk outside, strip to my sports bra and undies and let the feeling of comfort wash over me.

I could hear the bones cracking and snapping being rearranged into my favourite form. I was now on all fours. It has become so painless due to the other form of pain I feel daily.

Midnight black hair started to sprout from my body. Canines started to form in my mouth. Claws started to dig their way from my nails, as paws had taken place of my hands.

I closed my eyes for my favourite part. The moment where my wolf comes to the surface. She rarely comes forward. She doesn't like feeling my pain. Sometimes, when i'm in my room all alone she comes forward and we have little chats.

I no longer felt sad in this moment. I don't feel unhappy or alone. I feel like I have found the piece that has been missing.

Running, ignoring the slight pain in my leg, was the best thing I had felt in a long time. Darting through the thick dense forest. Darting around trees, ducking under fallen logs, feeling the mossy damp forest floor under my paws.

I pushed myself to go faster. Like my very existence depended on it.

I felt alive.

I finally felt peace. The peace that has been missing from my life.

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