Rejection On The Blood Moon

Growing Pains

This chapter will contain some abusive topics, so here's the TRIGGER WARNING.
~Lydia's POV~
Age 4
I'm Lydia Nightshade and my parents died yesterday. They died to Nightmares. I always thought Nightmares were little stories that parents made up to stop us running into the forest. But I killed the Nightmares. At least I think I did. I haven't seen my brother (Daniel) and sister (Scarlett) since last night and the Alpha an⁷hwd Luna have taken me to their house. Ezra won't talk to me. I don't know why. I don't understand. The Alpha and Luna have been really nice to me though. I like them. They took me to go and take some stuff out of our old house before it got burnt down. I got all of dad and mom's things. My siblings didn't even come to get anything and apparently they ordered the house to be burnt down. I took mom's old head hunter uniform. I hoped I'd get to wear it when I was older.

Age 6
Two years have passed since their death and my brother hasn't spoken to me after the incident. My sister has been really mean to me. She makes fun of me with her friends and treats me badly. She pushes me and scratches me with her claws when people aren't looking. She kicks me, hits me and blames me for mama and papa's death. Ezra's mean to me too. He's friends with Scarlett now. And they're mean to me together. I don't speak to them anymore. The Alpha and the Luna look after me though. They are really nice. I have my own pretty room and everything. I haven't told them that Ezra and Scarlett are mean to me though. It'll stop soon. They'll get bored.

Age 10
I was wrong they haven't gotten bored and now most of the wolves my age are mean to me too. They don't talk to me or they just laugh when my sister and Ezra torment me. My sister and her friends jumped me behind school. When Anthony and Nova asked me about it, I said that I just fell over. There's not a day that goes by when I don't wish my parents were still alive. My brother barely acknowledges my exsistence. He just scowls at me. I have no friends and no family. I'm forever alone. All the pack whsiper about me when I pass and behind my back. It doesn't help that I've gotten new powers, but I hide them now and practice them in secret. I found that what probably killed the Nightmares is that I have limb, bone and blood manipulation. I learnt this when my sister slammed my hand in my locker and broke it and my fingers. I fixed it myself. I put the bones back together. Relocated my fingers and allowed the blood to flow normally. All with no doctor and without lifting a finger. It's quicker than wolf regeneration. I guess when I screamed it sent out a large wave of that energy killing all the Nightmares. Sometimes I just let my sister and Ezra break something, so I can practice putting it back together. I still have all my powers when I shift into my wolf too. My wolf is pretty. I has pretty black fur that fades into pure white. I have 2 different colour eyes (one blue and one gold). My wolf helps me control my powers as well. My hair's gotten really long now. It's down to my bum and it has small sparkly gold streaks that go through it, but you can't see them unless you look close. Anthony and Nova have become parental figures for me. They treat me like a daughter and always take an interest in what I'm up to. I've decided that I want to be Head Hunter like my mother was. I've already started working out and training all my senses and my body already. When I told Anthony and Nova at dinner, they were proud of me and supported me, but Ezra laughed at me and then told Scarlett. They beat me so badly that week.

Age 13
Ezra and Scarlett had gotten more violent over the past three years. Currently, I was chained to the wall of the basement in my underwear while Ezra and Scarlett and all their friends beat me up. With a mixture of whips, bats, knifes and their hands. Ezra's cousin from a neighboring pack was visitng and he was beyond shocked at how they were treating me. They had ordered me to make them some popcorn and cheesy nachos, but I dropped them and now they were beating me up.
"Maybe you should stop, she's bleeding quite a bit." his cousin said and they all laughed.
"The little freaky bitch is fine, she just acts overly dramatic." my sister (if I can even call her that anymore). They got a bucket of boiling hot water and plunged my right hand into it. I screamed loud at that point. It hurt so much. I was bleeding, brusied, my skin was peeling, I had deep wounds that would cause permanent scars. Why were they hurting me so much? They were now using scalding hot pokers on my stomach and I screamed out again and suddenly the light bulb shattered and so did the windows. They all began screaming when things began shattering. I guess my powers were going haywire. Someone punched me in the throat and made me stop screaming a choke up blood. I was out at that point. I think I was passing out. I couldn't do it anymore. Maybe it would be better if they just killed me. Suddenly, the door burst open and the Alpha, Luna, Beta Female and Male came into the basement. All I heard was yelling and then everything went silent and dark. I woke up in the infirmary surrounded by the Alpha, Luna, Beta Female and Male.
"Why didn't you tell us darling?" Nova asked me and I shrugged.
"Mind link us princess, you might not be able to speak, you're throats pretty swollen." I nodded and proceeded to link them.
"I thought they'd get bored and stop but they didn't. They've been bullying me since I was 6. I don't feel safe anymore, before you came in I was tempted to let them kill me." I linked them and I watched the pain in their faces.
"You won't have to worry about that anymore, they won't hurt you again, I promise Lydia, we'll make sure that you stay safe." Anthony replied. That was when all the abuse stopped. I switched middle schools and got my own attic room. Only the Alpha, Luna, Beta Male and Beta Female had a key to my room and one of them would always be with me when I was in a communal space. Ezra and Scarlett were in so much trouble. So was everyone else involved. Their punishment would last months. They still made awful comments, but now I wasn't afraid anymore. I was going to be strong. I was going to make myself the strongest person I know because I was sick of taking other people's shit.

This chapter is to explain all the abuse Lydia suffered in her childhood. The next installment will be the official first chapter. Lydia will be turning 18 when that story starts. Hope you enjoyed this chapter. See you next Monday my lovelies, Love you guys, Blessings and Peace.
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