"Your going to be late! you know the punishment for being late!" yelled my 'sister' Kate.
I never considered her my own sister, real family wasn't meant to be so cruel.
My name is Rose, I live with my 'family' at that what they tell me they are. I have one older sister Kate. I think she was sent strait from the devil himself to make my life a living hell.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" bellowed Kate, snapping me out of my thoughts.
I ran down the stairs my baggy clothes swishing around my small frame as I ran.
I came to the kitchen where I could smell my family, yes smell them. I am a were wolf. my wolfs name is rain. I have long, waist length brown hair, and sea green eyes that every body tells me are ugly. and I believe them.
I have been bulked since I was fen years old, I'm now 16. I should be she arching for my mate, but I'm not. I don't want to be rejected by him to. who would exept the low life pathetic girl I am.
I quickly found my way into the kitchen and began cooking my patents breakfast.
It wasn't long before three set of foot steps came down the stairs I made a run for the door hoping to get out of the room before they entered. Today however luck was not on my side.
"Come here you worthless waist of space!" called my father, making my freeze in me retreeti g steps.
He grabbed my hair and yanked me towards him till my face was only inches from his. "what have I told you about is haveing to see you in the morning?" he question as I began to shake in fear as I realized this meant a beating. "that it makes you all loose your appetite and it should never happen". I answered my voice stretched tight in fear.
"That's right ugly" sneered my father a sadistic smile stretching across his face. he reached into the cabinets and pulled out a brown jar. "no! please, please no!" I begged backing up, I looked behind him to my mom and sitter for help but the were grinning like a Cheshire Cat and were encourageing my dad. he scooped out a fifer full as I turned and tried to run.
He garbed my arm and flung me into the wall. my head jerked back and slammed I to the wal so hard I slid down to the floor trieing to see through the black dots swimming throught my vision.
But what I saw scared me worse. my dad pulled my mouth open and forced the horid contence of the jar down my throat, it won't be to bad to have peanut putter shoved down your throat. but I was deathly alergic to peanuts....
