Brhyer

Two

"Brhyer, oh Bryher" I shivered at the mention of my name, whoever was calling me must be wanting to give me a beating.

"Please, It h-hurts" I whimper. My so called of a father would always beat me. Well he's more of a step father, my real dad disappeared a few years ago, my mum felt so lonely, she would always whimper at night and I swear she would go out looking for him, in the woods. I don't know why but it was weird.

My mum found another man and she says she was really happy, but I don't think she ever was. A few years later my mother disappears too, leaving me alone with the cruel man, I have to defend myself.

"Why haven't you made me dinner yet" he growls at me.
"I'm sorry, but you told me that you were going out for dinner" I pleaded he just looks angrier, I get up quickly trying to run away, only to have my body pulled back onto the floor.

I hit a table and a glass falls on me, making sure to leaves a few scars behind. "You fucking bitch, if I am home you make me dinner" he yells in my face, I start screaming afraid of what he would do next.

He grabs a butcher knife from the kitchen, and stalks his way towards me, like Im his prey. He raises is hand up to me and cut my arms. I start screaming in pain, the cut wasn't that deep but deep enough to cry.

I feel so weak and pathetic crying when I could be defending myself. He then launches at me again this time to make sure I'm dead, he pushes the blade in my thigh, making my scream in agonizing pain.

I start to feel the world around me shake, it keeps on shaking everything starts to go black

I jolt awake, realizing that I'm screaming I keep my mouth shut. I see a face and I punch it. I hear a groan in response. Not knowing who he was and I don't really care, I look for an escape I need to get away from him, from my that cruel man. I see him coming towards me. "Please don't hurt me, I'm sorry" I yell, I feel a few tears on my face.

I crouch down to the floor, my back up against a wall. "I'm not going to hurt you" I hear a voice. Wha-? That's doesn't sound like my father. I look up to see a male, memories then Came flooding back to me.

I give him a cold hard stare. " you kidnaped me" I yell. Why the fucking hell would he do that, just because I'm his mate. Dosnt mean he can take me where ever he wants. I am my own bloody person.

He looks at me with a stare.

I realise this time I'm in a room, dark blue walls with a desk in the right far corner, looks to be as if it's his room.

I need to get out of here, was the only thought in my mind. I can easily take this guy looks pretty weak to me. He smirks at me as if reading my thoughts. I stand up against the wall, watching his face expressions every move I take. He stands also.

Stalking his way towards me, thats it, go with the plan. Just before he is in front of me I do a round kick to his face, sending him to the floor. Well easier than I thought.

I charge to the door, only to find it locked. Shit. Well I'm sure he can buy a new one. I kick down the door with force.

Well now all the peo-werewolfs, will hear me. I run out the door, and find stairs leading me down to another area, I follow my instincts going every turn and going down the stairs once more.