Rejected but a Second Chance!?!

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~Picture of Madison~

(6:15 AM)

Madison's pov

You wanna know the worst thing
about waking up in a filthy attic?

The worst thing is waking up every single day to a pack that hates you for something that You didn't do.

At that time I was five years old when my own parents the loving,caring and understanding ones got killed by rouges that decided that they were gonna ambush them on our walk back to the pack house but it must have been for a reason, unless they didn't have a reason at all and wanted to see a child witness their own parents murder just for a laugh.

The question that was always on my mind the one i was trying to understand was why didn't they kill me too?

Going on with life without them caused me to go into a long depression staying in my room for weeks coming out from time to time for food. Once I started getting back to my old self that's when the bullying started along with the constant abuse from the pack didn't make anything easier.

The alpha took everything I owned from me most of all my good clothes and the mementos that I had of them but I only salvaged one which was me and my parents smiling wide on my 5th birthday the last birthday I will ever have with them. Grabbing the picture I stare at them seeing their pride and joy having the time of their life on my special day.

My eyes start watering and I try so hard not to let a single tear fall but I always fail miserably.At times like these I try not to cry because crying doesn't bring them back and crying doesn't help the pain in my already broken heart subside.

"It's not your fault you know." My wolf April says trying to make me feel better.

"I know April but I still feel like i could have did something to save them." Shaking my head wiping the last load of tears from my eyes.

"You were young maddy what could you do, you couldn't shift yet let alone fight a couple of rouges twice your size." She says calling me by my childhood name.

See that's the thing about April she was a very strong wolf she would comfort me almost as in a motherly way. She's the closest thing I have to a family now.

"MADISON GET YOUR STUPID ASS DOWNSTAIRS!!!" A screeching voice says.

Walking downstairs I see Kandi the typical pack slut that messes around with every guy that has some type of title, she has her hair in a messy bun with short short pajama shorts and a tank top on along with something pink in her hand.

"Y-yes kandi" I say rubbing my clammy hands together not meeting her in the eye cause last time I did she slapped me and told me not to look at her.

"WHY is my fucking white dress pink"

"I-i accidentally put it in with the colors when I was washing."

"This fucking dress cost me and you ruined it so now your gonna pay." She grabs me by the hair and drags me down to the basement and pushes me hard to the concrete floor.

"K-Kandi i-i-I'm s-sorry i-it won't happen again i-i promise it was a-a accident " I say stuttering profusely

She Walks towards a rack full of silver knifes and grabs the biggest one there is and starts stalking towards me with this sinister smile. I scoot backwards trying to get away but my back hits against the basement wall.

Closing the space against us she starts cutting long jagged slices on my arms,legs and stomach , I scream in pain begging her to stop but she keeps doing it.

When she's done she drops the knife and leaves me there but not before saying "Clean this up you runt".

Why do I get treated like this everyday, why can't I just have a normal life like I used to have before all this abuse started. Everyone use to look at me as the betas Daughter the one who you could talk to about anything that was going on with your life good or bad, the one who would make sure that pack mates would get along with another and most of all everyone's friend.

Now all everyone sees is the girl that killed her parents which isn't true at all.

Closing my eyes I slowly slip into a deep sleep but not before I see a bright light and a tall figure step into view.