Fighting for Hope. (Completed)

Chapter 3

I put on some of my older pieces of clothing. I put on my ripped leggings and a tank-top. I headed down the ladder and down to the kitchen to make lunch, I decided that lunch was going to be tacos. I made the tacos and put them in the microwave, like I aways did when they were still out patrolling, I should be out there, I have Alpha blood in me and yet I think my wolf has died. She should have brought me with her than I wouldn't be in this dump of a 'home'. I have to go mop and vacuum other wise I am definitely getting a beating tonight.

When I finally finished, I was exhausted. It was about dinner time so I went to see if the pack has eaten the tacos that I made for lunch. No one had eaten them, and they are still warm. Well I guess that what's for dinner, and I don't have to cook! I took a taco for my dinner when Abby came in.
"Why are you only taking one?" She asked.
"I'm not hungry." I lied.
"Yes, you are. You are skin and bones. Eat mine." She said in a commanding voice. I took another taco and ate it hungrily. "See." She said "now go to bed!"
I didn't complain and went up to my 'room'. I mumbled good night to myself and I let myself fall into sleep.

"Atack!" Someone yelled. I jump out of bed and started down the ladder. I didn't bother changing, I was stilll in what I was wearing yesterday. Once I got into the kitchen, I started to fill a bag wuth food, that I had grabbed on the way down to the kitchen. I herd the Alpha Johnson barking orders. All of a sudden I felt an arm around my stomach, it hit one of my fresh bruises. I winced at the pain and just as a scream was about to excape my lips, I felt a hand covering my lips stopping the scream from excaping. The person that was holding me had tied a bandana around my mouth, he started to tie my hands up. I finally snapped out of my shocked stage and started to thrash around trying to get away. But it was no use he had my hands and feet tied and he started dragging me to a black Chevy Suburban. He put me down and went to open the trunk. He walked back to me and picked me up, I continued to thrash around but it was no use. He set me nicely in the trunk and shut the door. Then I herd the truck start and it lurched forwards and it sent me flying forward too and I smacked my head on the door. The last thing I remember is the person mumbling sorry to me. Then I blacked out.

Sorry for a short chapter was in a hurry.