Abused Angel

prolog

Amy's Provo

I sat on the cold floor praying for death. Nothing happens though. I gave up on living years ago. I've been treated this way since I was 2 and I'm 10 now. I gave up on Stacy coming back to save me. I hear the horrid creak of the door, that only meens that I'm going to (A) be forced to clean, or cook for them while they laugh at me, (B) I'm gonna get beat, or (C) I'm gonna get used. I hope it's B, because then I can have fun.

Wimmpers of another wolf eco off of the walls. I look up and see my 'brother' Arick dragging a little boy in by his wrist. He throws him in to the cell next to mine. He catches me looking and heads to the branders and grabs one.

He looks me dead in the eye with emotionless eyes anf asked evily " Which one did I grab bitch?" I stuttered " You grabbed useless." He looks at the handle and frowned. He put it back and growled " You got smarter since the last time I asked you." I smerk in response.

He opened my cell door and punches me in the face. I smirked as the blood ran out of my nose as he lifts me up by my hair. I spit in his face and he growls. I cackle as he trew me into the bars of my cell, causing my bare skin to burn from the silver. I find this quite fun, I always loved to watch and feel my blood run out of my small, thin, scar riddened body. Arick grabs a nife socked in wolfs bane and slices it threw my skin I smile evilly at him. He turns around walking out without locking my cage. Idiot

I glance to my right to see the boy from earlier staring at me in shock. I frown and say commly "Didn' ya know its roud to stare."

He blinked a few times and I asked " Are you alright? Why are you doun here? Whats your name?" He replied " Alright, yes, I dont really know, and Timothy Bever H. Whats your name?" I replied" Amy Belle."

I laid down not wanting to talk any more and dreamed about the dread full day I came down here.

Dream
I woke up like I normally did being thrown onto the grownd by mom. She growls out yelling" You good for nothing bitch, get up now. You don' deserve to live with us." And with that she ripped me off of the wooden floor, dragging me by my hair, raming me into everything she can.

We reach the mettle door that leads down to the cells, then she throughs me in to one at random. She then smiles sadistically. I wimper in fear when she grabbed a wip that has 6 leather straps that had glass, nails, rocks, and other sharp objects as they connected  at its metal handal. She tied my hands to the cell bars causing my flesh to burn from the silver. That turns out to be the least of my problems as she brings the wip back to strike my back like a snake coils up to strike its pry. I scream as sharp razor like objects tare my skin to ribbons. After a wile I started to enjoy it. Hearing my own flesh rip as my blood pooled on the ground. The strokes became massage like and I smiled as the profanities that my mother was yelling started to lul me to sleep like a luliby luls a baby to sleep. I guess this is death. My new best friend I will always charish this memory.

End of dream

I wake up Timothy deserves a chance. I croll over to one side of my cell, so I could speak to Timothy with out waking up the whole house. I tapped on him and covered up his mouth, so he could not yell out waken up everyone in the process. He jolts awake and I mutter things to him.

He settles down anf I release him. Before he can speek I whisper " We're getting out of here." He looks at me like I grew to heads. I smirked at his expression anf tip toed over to the cell door. I put a finger over my lips to signaling for him to be quite.

He nodded and I opened the door, sliding out. Timothy looked like his eyes where goin to pop out of his head. I picked the lock on his cell anf he got out, to stand beside me. I slowly open the metal door and looked both ways.
I saw the hall was clear. I started dragging him by his hand out of a winow of the pack house. When we got out I shifted and nelt down, so he could clime on.

He gasped at my wolf. Her name is Bella. She is white with blood red paws that resembles flames, ocean blue droplets that looks like she's crying, green swirls cover her fur like vines, and to top it all off she has amazing white wings, with swirls of the other colors displade on them.

He got on and looped his frail arms around my neck. Unfotunatly my worst scars are still visible, manly the missing lims. We went up and up until we flew away.

We flew for a week straight anf Belle was getting tird. ' Amy I can't go mutch further.' And with that we did a nose dive, but thankfully landed on all four paws. I shifted back in a rush, but thankfully my wings came together to make a tee shirt & shorts.

Timothy fell to the grassy field. I giggled. He glared as I picked him up off of the ground, but snuggled in closer to me any way. I was then tackled to the ground and the wolf snapped Timothy's neck with a gut wrenching crack, causing blood to poor out threw the bite marks.

Belle took over and made me fly away I must be a true fucking coward. I looked at the bastard of a wolf as he shifted back and he smirked sadistically. I will never forget his face. I cryed as I flew away like the fucking cowered I am.

---------------Athers note----------------

Don't kill me I'm not a fucking wich. This will make sense soon. Read on darlin's.