Broken, That's all I feel!

Chapter 3

Violla P.O.V.

I wake up on school days at 4:45 in the morning I now really early right. Well I take a cold shower, I'm not aloud to waste the heating so no hot water. I've never had a warm shower. I scrub myself, wash my hair and turn the shower knobs off. Take an old rug and rub myself dry. I put my hair in a high ponytail. My hair is knotted, I don't own a brush. Brushing my teeth then, putting on my under wear and black skinny jeans and white sneakers and a plain white shirt and put my black hoddie over it. I really own two outfits. How sad is that. It sounds gross I now. But I'm not allowed clothes. 

Now it 5:10am so I run down and start making breakfast, egg omelets, blueberry muffins, eggs, bacon, toast, beans, cereal and juice, tea/coffee and fruit salad.

By the time I'm done my father and mother walk into the kitchen. I know I'm getting a beaten. I get a beating even for no reason. And if as on clockwork, my mother slaps me hard putting alot of effort into it breaking my nose and bruising and effectively tearing some skin off my cheek. I now cause I feel warm fluid coming down my cheek. Blood. I stand my ground though. I don't show emotion even though it hurt a lot. I have no more tears. They've beaten the emotion and love out of me. 

My father is snickering with amusement clear as day in his eyes. He comes over to me with an evil smirk plastered over his cruel face. 

He grabbed a fistful of my hair and used his other hand in a fist and punch up knocking my head back my broken nose dripping with blood my now broken jaw filling up with blood. He finally gave he last blow. Using his hand in my hair and bringing my head down fast onto the marble kitchen island.

Tn let go of my hair and took a plate of food and a cup of coffee and sitting next to my mother.

"OH BEFORE YOU PASS OUT YOU PATHETIC, LIVING SHIT...YOU ARE GOING TO THE WEREWOLF ACADEMY...BECAUSE WE ARE DONE LOOKING AFTER YOU...I HOPE THEY DESTROY WHATS LEFT OF YOU! YOU LEAVE TOMORROW. NOW FUCK OFF TRASH!" My so called father sneers at me my mother laughing so hard she nearly feel off her purch 'chair'. I don't give them a second glance I dash out of the house and start walking to my last day of this hell hole. A 10 minute drive to school with my malnourished body and walking it'll take 45 minutes. So by the time I make it to school the rest of the pack will still be eating their breakfast.

I'm always the first one at school so I usually go to the library to read or study and do some extra coursework. I guess I'm a nerd but worse off. Not even the nerds get half as many beatings as I get in one school day. You probably think I love school...well no actually I don't but as soon as I turn 18 I was planning on leaving for good, going rouge and making something of myself. Which I'm defiantly not doing now. Although the Werewolf Academy sounds a lot better than this place. Even though there different werewolf's than the ones I'm used to seeing all the time.

Anyone who has ever been bullied even in the slightest will now that its never easy to start again at a new school and I will be living in this school. I pray to the moon goddess that the werewolf's there are a lot nicer and friendlier than here. But I doubt it. I am a disaster and a nobody after all. Their probably all the same.

I glance at the clock on the wall its just turned 8:20 class starts in 10 minutes. I get off the chair I was sitting in and start to put my coursework and studying books into my bag and dash off to my locker to get the correct books out for first block ~ Calculus, I like this subject though so it'll be easy.

The teachers here aren't really kind or sympathetic towards me or the situation I'm in at Hell 'I mean home' probably because my uncle is the principle and shares my parents philosophy about my beaten life. I now 'what a loving family you are brought up into Vi, feeling all the bruises- I mean love' (note sarcasm).