"What did I do wrong?" I sob out to absolutely no one one in general as I shed my tears. I look down and watch the tears drip onto the ground one by one.
As I cry so many thoughts go trough my head mostly contemplating on whether is should stay or run away. I feel nothing but self-pity. I feel bad for myself because most 16-year-old she-wolves don't go through this. I am not the average 16-year-old wolf.
My name is Ortega, (Or-tee-gah) I am a part of the Wolf Light Pack. I am the only mixed wolf in my pack which makes me quite a rarity. Due to me being so different my mom actually died while giving birth to me. My inner wolf was too strong. So I basically killed my mom because It's hard to deliver a mixed werewolf. My mom was African American and my dad is Caucasian. She was a human.
My dad makes sure that I don't go a day without knowing that it was my fault that my mom is dead. He takes his frustration out on me every single day. The only reason that no one knows that I am being abused is because of my honey skin and the fact that no one believes me when I try to tell. No one believed me because my dad used to be a beta before I was born. No beta would harm his only daughter right?He's a natural born leader so he would no better, right? DEAD WRONG!!
So yeah that is how I basically spend every afternoon after school; crying my heart out saying that I would run away. Yet, I never do it.
Tonight I will run away. I immediately stop crying and sit up on the floor.(I have no bed). I don't need to pack a bag because I have no clothes. this is it!! I tell myself as I walk out of my so called 'room' and head straight out the door.
I open the door and automatically feel the cool breeze of fall.
I don't have to be cautious because my so called father is out drinking all of his despairs away. Why is he the one acting all sad and depressed?I have the slightest idea. If anything, I should be the one driven to drink. I'm the one who has to stress over what I'm going to eat tonight because my 'father' does nothing for me. I am the girl who gets picked on and teased every day at school and call delusional and spoiled. I'm the one who has to worry about him staggering into my room at any second -when he is home- and knocking my lights out. And here's the real icing on the cake, I'm the one who has no friends, no family, and worst of all, no Mom.
I shut the door and step off the porch, shaking my head.
I immediately take around five steps so I can have some distance from my house. I look around and take in the woods from a whole different perspective; A free person's perspective.
Who knew the pack territory looked so depressing. Like the whole atmosphere of the place was just melancholic. I got tired of being centered around this negativity, so I did the one thing I could think of. I closed my eyes and started to run.
When I finally got tired of running I stopped and tried to catch my breath. As I slowed down my breathing I started to take in my surroundings. What lay before my eyes was the most extravagant, admirable setting nature could offer. I turned in a circle to make sure that I didn't miss the slightest thing.
It was a forest.Not like my -- well my now, old pack's territory. No, this one was completely different. It had the tallest trees with the greenest leaves. The air felt so fresh and there was a lot of walking space, kind of like a dog park yet natural.
As I turned to my left I saw a beautiful lake. This forest was more than a forest, It was nature's heaven.
I cannot believe I am finally free. I can start all over now. It's time for new beginnings. Maybe I can become a Rogue and fend for myself.
I feel so free and alive. So once again I close my eye, spread out my arms and just start to run. ButI guess I ran into a wall because -- wait there are no walls in the woods. As I take a step back and open my eyes all I see is a very tall, very angry looking buff man staring down at me.
"Boy am I In trouble" I say out loud.
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