Shattered

Chapter 4- Eavesdropping

I felt a sharp pain to my side. I looked up to see a satisfied Sierra with a sneer on her plastic face.

"Get the fuck up whore." She said, kicking me again before she left the room. I groaned and doubled over.

Well that was new. I preferred the water to a kick on the ribs. I had at best bruised them. That's great.

I got up and shuffled out the door. I walked downstairs to find the rest of the pack sitting in the living room. Jennifer was talking to Sierra, but when she glanced at me a scowl emerged on her face. When Sierra looked to see why she had stopped talking, she put a smug smile on her face. Slowly, everybody turned their attention towards me. And I hated it.

"Well well, look who finally managed to walk down the stairs." Said Lisa. Or should I say my own mother.

"What the hell are you doing just standing there?" Ryan asked. "Make us breakfast!" He shouted.

I scurried into the kitchen.

I quickly put together eggs and bacon and went outside to serve them. I was walking, trying to stay balanced when I felt a sharp pain where Sierra had kicked me before. I cringed and dropped the plates, crashing to the ground and feeling a pain in my side. I heard an angry scream that was not my own. I slowly looked up to see a livid Jennifer in front of me. Then I noticed the feel of something warm. I saw a pool of blood coming from a cut below my ribs. The knife! It had cut me.

"What the fuck?!?!" Jennifer howled, her eyes becoming an inky black. As she stood up, food fell on me. I heard snickers from some of the guys.

"I-I-" I started.

"I what? I swear, you can't even finish a freaking sentence. You are so weak and pathetic. So WORTHLESS! You are such a MISTAKE!" Jennifer yelled, as I cringed from the volume, averting my gaze from her eyes back to the growing pool of blood. But then I quickly looked back up.

"Look me in the eye when I speak to you bitch!" She screamed.

I glanced down for one second, and that's all it took to set her off.

"Look." Kick. Crack. "At." Kick. Crack. "Me!" Kick. But it wasn't a crack that I heard. It was a scream. My scream. Because she kicked the knife into the side of my rib. Because then everything started to go black. But then I smiled. This is the end. The end. Finally.

But as everything turned dark I left with one final thought. They won't let me go that easily.

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I opened my eyes for the first time in what seemed like days. But I quickly closed them as the white light blinded me. Eventually I opened my eyes. I was in my room on my blanket with a small gauze pad and some tape on the wound. I knew they would want me too suffer. I sighed. Oh well.

I tried to get up, only to cringe back into the torn comforter they must have thrown out. It was really worn and old, but still a bit comfy.

I looked out my window to see the night sky. Why would they waste electricity on me? That's odd.

As I was about to try and turn off the light to go back to sleep, I heard some whispers and used my werewolf hearing to make out the words.

"... they'll be here tomorrow night." I heard a deep voice say. Rick.

"I know. She needs to get all of the decorations up and clean the house. No matter how 'injured,' she is." Derek said, obviously pissed. I had a feeling 'she' was me, only because none of the girls on my pack could risk breaking a nail. And they call me weak.

"Do you think they'll report us?" Rick asked. "Because of her?"

"They might, but there's nothing money can't fix." My brother said. "Besides. We could have let her die when she got stabbed. But we didn't. She's weak and obviously can't fight back."

"I guess your right." Rick sighed. "But what if someone from Luke's pack is her, you know, mate?" Wait, Luke? Pack? Mate? All of these thoughts were adding to my already pounding headache.

"Please. She won't find her mate there. Scratch that, she won't find her mate anywhere. I doubt she even has one. And if she did, that guy is really unlucky. Who could ever love her?" That was a mental stab to the heart.

I rested my head back on the pillow, deciding to ignore the light. I closed my eyes with one last promise.

I would find out who this Luke guy was.

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I woke up with a massive headache. I tried to open my eyes only to shut them because of the blinding white light.

When I finally managed to open my eyes and sit up I looked around, slight confused. Why wasn't I awoken by someone? Why did I feel a huge gap in time that was supposed to be yesterday? Why did I have a searing pain slicing through my veins every couple of seconds?

"Get up!" I heard a familiar voice yell through my door. "You have work to do!" Ugh. Derek.

Still trying to remember what happened yesterday and fighting the pain in my ribs, I slowly arose.

As I finally stood on my feet I had to lean into the wall to fight the huge wave of nausea that had come over me. The pain in my ribs was not making things any easier.

As I shuffled towards the door I noticed that the house was unusually quiet. I eventually made my way downstairs when I noticed that the high people in the pack were having a whispered meeting. But as soon as I made a slight noise my brother looked up and gave me an evil smirk. Oh no.

"We've got company."

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Hi my readers!! I know that there aren't a lot of you but tell me what you think after reading!! It really means a lot. Kk that's it, I wonder who Luke is...

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