Exalted

Chapter 3

Warning: mature content in this next paragraph!
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BREE's P.O.V:

Today had been a weird and unexpected roller coaster of emotions. Nonetheless, the moment I entered that front door anything that had happened, anything that I had felt dropped away and my emotionless facade went straight back up.

I stumbled through the door, my legs killing me after a whole day of walking on my injuries from my previous beatings.

I tried to be quiet as I climbed up those daunting stairs yet I knew it was pointless, they always heard me.

"BREE!!! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SH!T, GET HERE NOW" my stepfather's anger fuelled scream instilled fear in me almost instantly.

I froze unable to respond to anything as I heard the familiar sound of his bedroom door slamming and his loud, heavy footsteps that seemed to be taunting me.

'SMACK'

"You stupid little b!tch"

'BANG'

"It's all your fault"

Pain radiated through me as my head spun, I could already feel the bruise forming on my already sore cheek.

He yanked me up by my arm and dragged me down the stairs onto the Cold kitchen floor.

At that moment his son -my step brother- pranced through the door and when he saw me cowering in the corner a mischievous smile jumped onto his face.

I gulped back my tears, the pain dissipated as all I could concentrate on was the dread of what would once again happen tonight.

Within seconds, the pain overwhelmed me as he kicked me in the stomach repeatedly. It was a torrent of never ending punches, pain and torturous words.

"Go on Bree, say it... Say it"

I knew not to disobey him and without him even telling me what to say I said it: "I'm worthless and ugly, no one could ever want me, I would be better off dead and I don't deserve love"

He'd made me admit it so much that I had started to believe him, I mean who could want someone like me? I was disgusting, I didn't deserve anything.

...

When the beating was finally over I pulled myself up the stairs, holding back the screams from the agonising pain that spread like fire through my body.

Once I reached my room I undressed and got into the shower so I could clean off the blood.

I stared in the mirror and began to sob at what I saw. My body was littered with deep scars, bruises covered my entire left side. No one could ever love that. I was disgusted with myself.

I stepped under the hot water listening to my packs discussions downstairs.

I was the runt of the pack, the slave, their punching bag. I was nothing.

They told me constantly how I could never have a mate, I didn't deserve one, and I believed them. Even if I had a mate they would reject me especially when they knew how weak I was.

You see a mate is someone special, a soul mate destined to spend their life with  you to protect and serve you. In no way did I deserve that. 

They had beaten me so much, that my wolf had been beaten into submission, I had never shifted and I never would. She had been broken.

All my abilities that werewolves generally had, had been removed when I lost contact with my wolf, my other half. I was too weak for her and I hated myself for that.

Who was I if my own wolf couldn't even bear to be around me?

...

I grabbed out my lacy black underwear and slipped them on before placing an oversized t-shirt over my head and jumping into my leggings.

The clothes hung off me as I had failed to eat for weeks now.

I was growing weak but I knew that I was too fat to deserve the small pieces of food that they gave to me twice a week. The only reason I had a room was so I didn't make a bad impression on visitors.

Just as I laid down to go to sleep on my rock solid mattress I heard my door creak open.

My eyes widened in fear but I didn't have to turn around to see the horny smug look that had contorted itself upon Jason, my step brothers, face.

I lay there unmoving, already aware of the torture he was to pull me through. Without even putting up a fight, as I knew it would only make it more painful, I looked onward unresponsively as he ripped my leggings off, removing my panties at the same time.

Tears poured down my face but I made no sound, I had to be strong. He forced himself into me and the pain that I used to feel was no more as I went limp.

I had to ignore it and forget it. I could no longer feel it.

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I had wondered to my usual spot, a quiet place by the lake so that I could let my guard down and cry without anyone being able to see me as weak.

I did this each day I held myself strong, I put a smile on my face, I got through the beatings. The rape. And then I came out here to let it all out.

I watched my reflection in the lake as my tears fell distorting the image. A rustling beside me startled me but when I looked up there was nothing there.

The howl of a distant Wolf instilled fear in me for the only wolves I was aware of were those who hated me.

I scurried off home fearful of the beating I would face if they discovered I had been gone.

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This was an incredibly difficult chapter to write, I will edit and improve it later but just want to give you and insight into my ideas and plot for the story.

Any advice would be welcomed and comments are well appreciated!!