A Taste Of Love

Chapter one- pic of Lexi ------>

Okay so this is another book I've begun writing...it's my first time writing a werwolf story so enjoy :)

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Chapter One:

I shivered as I felt the draft climb through the window, dad hadn't paid the gas bill...again. My hands snaked around my knees, hugging them close to my small body. Ever since mum had gone dad hadn't been the same, he spent all his money on alcohol; never buying any food.

Dad pulled me out of school as he couldn't risk people finding out about me. For the last two years I'd been living in the same clothes; two small t-shirts and jeans, all of which were mum's old clothes. I had grown out of my clothes. Dad never explained how mum died, every time I asked he would hit me and blame me so I soon stopped.

That was the other problem, ever since mum died he turned to drink. He usually came home drunk, if he had a good day he would buy me food; a rare gift. The only problem was dad rarely came home the good drunk. He would come in slamming cupboards, doors and anything; including me. I usually recieved the brunt of his anger, not that he cared. No one cared.

I flinched as I heard the door slam open, the crash echoing around our empty home. Dad's drunk ramblings could be heard as he begun to open and slam the cupboards and fridge door. I hoisted myself up and stumbled over to my closet as I heard him thumping up the stairs.

I bit my hand to stop the squeak escaping my mouth as my bedroom door burst open, slamming against the wall.

"LEXI!" My dad roared.

A whimper escaped my lips, causing my eyes to widen. How could I be so stupid?

The closet door swung open, revealing a very drunk man; my father. His eyes glazed over, a lop sided smile on his face. Soon replaced by a sneer as his hands grasped onto my hair, yanking painfully on it as he dragged me out of the cupboard.

My tiny hands hung onto my hair, trying to ease the pain. Warm tears were welling in my eyes and my bottom lip quivered as he dragged me along the carpet.

A sigh of relief escaped my mouth as he let go of my hair, my body slumping onto the dirty, stained, once blue carpet. I rubbed my scalp gently as I tried to discreetly back away.

A scream of pain left my lips as I felt a boot connect with the side of my ribs. This was soon followed by another and another. Tears strolled freely down my face as my body curled into the foetus position; trying to protect my weak body.

"This is all your fault!" I heard my father scream before I felt another kick to my legs.

"It's your fault she's gone! I wish you were never born!" My dad roared, the last thing I saw was the boot coming straight towards my face.

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My eyes slowly blinked open as the sun shone through my window; directly onto my face. I hissed in pain as I tried to sit up, then everything came flooding back to me. The closet, dad, the beating, the shouts and then darkness. I stayed still as my eyes roamed the room, the door was open but silence filled the house.

He must already be at work. I gently lifted myself up, small whimpers escaping my mouth as I stumbled out of my room. My hands lent on the wall as I carefully moved towards the bathroom, once inside I collapsed onto the toilet seat.

I grabbed a flanel and placed it under the tap, allowing the cold water to soak it. I rinsed it and then gently began to scrub my face, small cries of pain escaping my mouth every so often. I then lifted myself up, staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror.