Rejection and Desire (Completed)

chapter six

Nerves why am I nervous? Oh my god. Breathe I tell myself.

"Are you okay?" Issac asks.

"Yes just nervous to be back." Closing my eyes taking a deep calming breath.

Breathe. Breathe. In. Out. In. Out.

"Passengers we'll be departing at our last stop in five miniutes." An announcer says.

Getting up I go and stand beside my luggage, I'm not the only person stood with luggage thank god. The train stops at the stations, wheeling my trolley of. The pack is stood there including my dad and him....

Issac and his family walk with me. The pack look at us.

"Hello welcome, to the pack we will accept you as though you're our own." Alpha jerk face twat says he keeps looking at me,"we will have to take your names."

"Issac Astennu." Issac smiles and winks at a small red head.

"Alpha I'm Grace Astennu..." She's interrupted by the little girl.

"And I'm Koda Astennu." She smiles and a stifle a laugh back.

Everyone's looking at me,"Your name." Jerkfaced twat asks.

"Luna." I smile sarcastically.

He raises an eyebrow,"Full name."

"Full name, my full name is Lunetta Anastasia Koda Rose Decialian." Gasps spread.

"I know my names terrible sorry." I begin to wheel my luggage when I'm grabbed.

Tingles spread up my arm, I turn around chase is stood there.

"Is that really you?" He asks looking at me.

"You can't even recognize me. Asshole I'm glad I left, I loose a bit of weight and you take a look at me before you hated me." I spit out the words as struggle to get out of his grip.

"Let me... Go." I cry out.

He won't let me go, then my dad grabs my arm,"Your coming back home." He growls at me as he rags me towards the car.

I sit in the back seat while he puts my stuff in. No, no he's going to be bad. He gets in and drives to hell.

As I carry my luggage back to my room, its not changed. Unpacking my things. He walks in pinning me against the wall.

"You fucking bitch thought you could run away from me." He grabs my hair harshly pulling it,"Maybe I should show you to your favourite place." He attempts to drag me.

"Noooo!!!" I scream as he pulls me towards the cellar,"Please no!"

"Shut up bitch!" He growls pulling my hair and literally dragging me by my hair to the small cupboard.

Screaming as the doors close, I'm alone. Banging on the doors.
"Let me out!" I scream as hitting and claw at the doors.

I hit the doors again, before falling down, in a crying heap. Stop. Why did I come back? Why? Kicking the bottom of the door, hoping it will budge. No. The door's fling open and he stands there he hits me.

"Please!" I cry out,"Stop!"

Yelping as he rags me by my throat, it hurts,"All you are is the weak little omega. No one to save you."

He growls at me as he hit me in my stomach, as he drops me I drop to the floor clutching my stomach. He circles me kicking my back.

"Thought you could get away, I have years of pain to repay my dear darling daughter." He pulls my face up and spits at me.

Seeing a bucket of water, he carries it over. Attempting to crawl away. He drags me back and grabs my hair dunking my face in. Holding me there. I hear the muffled sound of him counting.

Lifting me back up, I pant out just as he dunks me back in. Coming back up I splutter up plenty of water. Throwing to the floor, before putting me back in the cupboard.

I cry in there, no one will ever love me. Hari did. Mummy did. Hari. Mummy. Falling to sleep exhausted, he let's me out in the morning. I quickly change and wash my injuries and tear stained face. Using concealer and makeup to hide the bruises on my face.

Pulling on a black pleated skirt and a white vest top and tie a checkered shirt around my waist. Putting my converse on grabbing my bag and going back to school, Deacon hills high.

Walking to school, I'm being looked at I know I am. Getting to school, there's a lot of new students at the reception. Getting my schedule I walk around till I find my first lesson maths. Going in.

"Hello you must be one of the new students take a seat." The teacher says.

I sit down where I use to sit down near the front, hoping nobody pays attention to me. Somebody taps my shoulder. Its Chase.