Runaway

four

Warning: This chapter contains references to abuse.

word count: 2380

four

"YOU ARE USELESS!"

"I HATE YOU!"

"YOU DON'T DESERVE A MATE!"

My father continues to yell landing blow after blow on my stomach. The pain makes me double over. We're still outside of school, translation; I'm not allowed to scream. On the off chance someone took interest in my blood curling screams my lips are taped. My hands bound, I am my fathers very own living, breathing, punching bag.

"You don't even deserve a name." He sneers at me fists flying.

One; his fist connects with my stomach.

Two; his foot hits my thigh.

Three; he throws me to the ground.

Four; he pulls out a knife.

Five; the knife penetrates my skin.

Six; he spits on my head.

Seven; he walks away knife in hand.

I look up watching my father's fading figure. It was the same thing every beating, seven beats. The knife only ever made flesh wounds enough to scar but not enough to kill or render me in hospital.

Leaning against the wall I clutch my stomach the same questions running through my mind.

If no one wants me to be Luna why would I be chosen?

Why am I to be Luna?

I stumble forward coughing blood as I re-enter the school gates. It's useless going to class now so instead I wander towards the library.

Unlike any other place in the school no one taunts me in the library, yells, spits, kicks, or laughs. The elders of all three packs take turns looking after it and they find no joy in laughing at a weak Omega. Instead they're surprisingly friendly, even to someone like me.

"Isabelle what can I do for you?" Genevieve asks a smile plastered onto her wrinkled face.

"I-I'm just here t-to s-sit down." I stutter crawling past the front desk.

The library itself is a decent size, filled from floor to ceiling with books. They start with common genres like fantasy, sci-fi, dystopian, teen fiction, adult fiction, non-fiction and so on. In the far side are history books, filled with all the secrets of supernatural world if only one knows where to look. As the Omega I was banned from the section but as the future Luna I have now been granted access.

So far I haven't had time to take advantage of the little privileges I have been given as the future Luna.

Somehow I manage to limp towards the supernatural history section leaning against the shelves in a weak attempt to support myself. I end up sprawled on the floor hidden underneath masses of books. Weakly I push the books off my bruised body barely managing to sitting up.

"Is everything alright over there?" I hear Genevieve call from the front.

"Y-Yes it's f-fine." I say guilt swelling inside of me, I lied to an elder and for what? A few outdated books?

My eyes scan over the titles, 'A Guide to Being a Rogue,' 'Everything You Need to Know About Hunters,' 'Silver: What are the Dangers?' and 'A Beginners Guide to Supernatural Hierarchy.'

Despite never being able to take werewolf classes I have always attended school like everyone else. My parents; especially my mother had been against the idea at first but when they realised how much time I would be spending at school and not in their presence no one could change their mind. I've always worked hard at school; it never did impress my parents but it did mean my love for literature grew. I read all the classics, every year, the most beautiful love stories, reading about humans falling in love is a truly tragic affair.