the goddess of earth

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Warning⚠️ violence,and abuse

Daliah's.p.o.v

Life isn't easy in the Crescent Moon pack. Specially for a half-witch-half-shewolf like me. There aren't very many of my kind here ,the wolves have a specified landmark separating the witches and wolves of our pack; which makes it even harder for my fitting in to be possible. The only reason we have witches is simply for the sake of reversal spells against, if it ever came to, us being under attack by other packs that have magic doers . Which thankfully has never happened.

I myself aren't very skillful at magic. This is because the only witch in the family ;my mother has passed and I am unable to find professional assistance as our house is located between the two landmarks separating the wizards from the wolves. Even with myself being a half witch , I'm not allowed any sort communication, whatsoever.I make due with the books my mum left behind. And because of our house's location I was forced to being admitted into the all wolf school of the Crescent Moon pack.

I try to practice as regularly as I can, but having to balance out all my hobbies, taking care of my plants, and watching over my alcoholic father , I find little to no time left.

"DALIAH!", I hear a hoarse voice yell from just below my wooden floor boards , painfully awakening me from my thoughts.
'speaking of the devil ' I thought . "DOWNSTAIRS NOW!",he called.

"COMING ",I call in response as I place the spray bottle onto my study table .I use it to water the indoor money plant and the rest of them . I have too many ,and my room is as green as can be. It's my favorite colour.

Today is my 18th birthday and I am so very excited.' I wonder if he remembered ' ,I ponder feverishly as I jump around waving my arms in the air.

I take the stairs two at a time knowing how upset he'll be with me if I take to long.
I arrive in the kitchen,staring at the tired old man,back arched in a lazy posture,and clothed with a shirt with stains from vomit and alcohol. With dark curls tousled around his face and eyes brown ;the beauty,hardly noticable anymore with the eye bags underneath, strangling his features in to the much older ,tired looking man I don't know. He now has a round beer belly pouring out of his clothes. He was never like this .

'I don't know him', I think to myself as he asks very calmly ,"Daliah,did you drink this?". At his question do I realize that he'd held up an empty bottle of vodka in his left hand.

'oh no , not again. Please not today'

"No I didn't" , I answer honestly. I dislike alcohol. Unlike others my age ,I distance myself from it. I never want to become what my father has.

"DON'T YOU LIE!" ,he suddenly yelled, frightening me as I flinch back.

"I really didn't dad I swear, you probably drank it yourself and forgot like you usually do!" ,I try to reason with him. I know it won't work and he'd get more pissed at me . He hasn't been sober for many years now and I miss the real him; not that he was a real treat then ,just better,and not scary. I hoped I could see the sober him ,just once for today.The amount of alcohol he takes in can't be good for him ,even with him being werewolf.

"ARE YOU TALKING BACK TO ME ,HAVE I TAUGHT YOU NOTHING?!",he screams.
'no you haven't 'i thought.

"No you haven't "I replied.

'oh no no no'

"WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY TO ME YOU PIECE OF SHIT", he throws the bottle at me . He still looks drunk or at least not sober enough because his movements are slow and not well aimed , resulting in me dodging it easily.

'oh what the hell'

"YEAH , I SAID THE FUCKING TRUTH , YOU HAVEN'T TAUGHT ME SHIT. MUM WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO EVER CARED. AND SHE WILL HATE YOU . IF SHE'S WATCHING , SHE'LL NEVER FORGIVE YOU FOR THE WAY YOU TREAT ME !AND DO YOU EVEN REMEMBER WHAT TODAY IS HUH?! "now I'm yelling ,I don't even notice the tears welling up in my eyes. Oh goddess, this is gonna make him mad. Now I'm scared . His eyes turn red at the mention of mum .

'shit shit shit'

"I AM YOUR FATHER ,YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS! I'M GONNA TEACH YOU A FUCKING LESSON ,MAKE SURE YOU NEVER TALK SHIT UNDER MY ROOF!", he screeches out as he reached for the hockey stick behind the kitchen's back door .

'no'

With that he lunges at me, and all I hear is glass shattering scream erupting from my lungs ,as tears cloud my vision. I fall to the floor on my back and he continues to pounding the stick against me , again and again. I try to muffle my crys knowing no one will come for me . He strike's breaking my ribs , hitting my face and head .I try shielding myself with my arms but he knocks my wrist away causing me to howl in pain. With the final blow to the head ,my eyes flutter shut ,yet I continue to feel his
Hockey stick thrashing against me.

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I wake up to cold , dirty water being poured at me. I jumped out of the kitchen floor at the sensation causing me to groan and clutch my stomach. The stench from the water forces me to breath through my mouth. My heart broke to the realization: he actually forgot.

"You're awake ", dad said with ease. Almost as if it wasn't him who beat me until I blacked out on the floor . "You've been lying for hours now". I turned to look at the kitchen clock. He was right , I'd been lying here for 6 hours already .

Way to spend a birthday

"Here's some money ,could you drop by to the bar and ask Joe for a bottle of rum.",I look at the money surprised for a moment that it was enough for a full bottle, more even ."Take your hood ,don't go with those bruise's ,and don't take too long it's getting dark."

I say nothing and simply nod , heading upstairs to change to dry cloths ,I grab my hood and step out of the house.

He's been like this ever since mum died .I miss her. She died when I was four so I barely remember her. And dad only got addicted when I turned twelve, he remembered all my birthdays before that .
I know it's hard to lose your mate but, he's not alone. I know he can get better if he tries.

The distance from my home to town's square was about fifteen minutes long so I came up with characters and a story background in my head . I did that a lot. I enjoy writing ,as much as I enjoy sketching or painting, but I only paint out of my imagination. New bread of plants with poison leaves or one that listens to your secrets .Then I name them. I'm usually mostly in my head but, I'm very chatty when it comes to talking,not that anyone talks to me.

I put a pause to the fantasy tail in my head as I reach Joe's pub. I keep my head low and hood covering most of my face as I order," The usual please joe ,fill it to the brim ",joe nods casually and began filling a bottle from the rum containers and pops on a cork before handing it to me. I pay and stand there a momendat longer considering my next move . I have money left . And dad never finds out.

"And a pack of cigarettes with matches."

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Hey guys

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter. Sorry if it was a little long. I tried to put in as much information as I could.
Daliah's father may be terrible but he wasn't always like this . Which is why Daliah is unable to fully hate him. She forgives easily . That and the fact that he's he only family she has.

She's lonely but not alone, if that makes sense . Because she always manages to keep herself busy .

Tell me what you guys think in the comments!!!

Love ya!