Rogue

Chapter 1 - Hope

Rogue

Chapter 1 - Hope

I am nothing.

My existence does not matter, I am useless and no one will ever want me. I destroy everything, I ruin everything, I have no worth. My face makes them sick; I should never have been born. I am nothing but a monster that doesn't deserve happiness.

My pack has told me these things ever since I was 13; since the day my father and brother were murdered. They didn't believe me when I said it had been Rogues, and I had no way to prove they had even been there for there was no trace of the wolves' scents.

After that, Alpha Cedrick had moved me and my brothers into the pack house. My brothers got large rooms, which they decorated and made their own. I got a small box room with grey walls. It had a single bed, cupboard and a bedside table. I had been given a lamp and a shelf had been installed into the wall. Nothing else though.

The pack hated me.

I knew that, but I hadn't expected my brothers too as well. My only purpose is to cook and clean for the pack and to be their punching bag when they are angry. I am nothing but their slave. I had thought that my brothers would protect me from their anger and their hate. But instead, they had encouraged it.

Lowell, who's now the eldest after Max died, is 23 and is probably the worst of them. He beats me violently, drawing blood and making me hurt so much it's impossible to get back up. The fact that he looks just like father makes it worse. He has his messy blonde hair and his blue eyes; except they aren't soft like father's were. They're full of hatred and anger.

He yells about how much he hates me, how he wishes I had never been born. Because then father and Max would be alive, and mother too. Lowell was five when she died, and he and Max remembered her best. It hurts when he says that, but I don't cry.

I had come to learn, tears wouldn't help me. Nothing could.

My other brother, Finn, is 20, two years older than me. He hits me too, but not as bad as Lowell. He yells and he kicks, he punches too, never to the point of drawing blood though. There are lots of bruises. Finn too, looked just like father, except his hair is a darker shade than Lowell's and his eyes are green, inherited from our mother. He and I used to be close, because we had the smallest age gap. We used to talk about all our problems together and tease each other about the people we liked. You could say that he was my best friend. He'd hold me when I cried and made me laugh when I was sad.

That's all in the past now.

Sometimes I wonder whether all those times were actually real, or whether they were dreams I had imagined. But every time I see the hate in their eyes, I know it's all true, and this is what my life has become.

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"Kacela!" an angry voice spoke my name. "Get up!"

I rise out of my bed, blinking. That's Finn's voice, I realised. Quickly throwing the sheets off and getting up, I rushed to the door and threw it open. "What?" I asked, looking behind him so I won't have to look at his face.

"Its 8:00 AM," he was glaring at me. "And the pack is waiting for their food!"

I looked at the alarm clock I had, it wasn't ticking and its point was stuck on 4:30. Shit!

 "Sorry," I said. "I'll be down in 5 minutes."

His eyes narrowed at me, "Be any longer than that and I'll send Lowell."

I nodded quickly, watching as he turned and walked away. I slammed the door shut and ran to my wardrobe. Taking out a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt, I threw them on. I didn't have much clothing; these were some of a few that the Alpha had oh so 'generously' given me. I chuckled bitterly, the Alpha had more money than anyone else I knew and he treated my brother's like his own sons. He gave them money and designer clothes, while I got this.