The Betrayal

Author's Note

To those who were expectig an update- I'm really sorry.

There are times when i just randomly get a new idea for a story. This happened to me a few days ago. As much as i would love to update, my mind is in this new story. 

The story is called: Regret. I am stil iffy about the title so i might change it later on.

For now, here is the prologue and tell me what you think. If i get enough votes AND poaitive comments, i will continue writing this story. If not, i won't. 

So, ladies and gentleman, here is the prologues to Regret:

Prologue

Sky’s P.O.V

I watched his blue eyes widen in shock. The once beautiful sky blue eyes that I inherited were now staring at me with a mixture of loathing and grudging respect.

“I-I knew you ha-had it in you. Y-you are your fa-father’s daughter fo-for a reason” he spluttered before he fell unconscious.

I quickly rushed to my mother’s broken body and treated her bruises.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” She whispered softly. “It will only give him another reason to hate us.” My mother’s eyes filled with grief. Knowing that her Mate, the man who was supposed to love her, resented her and hated her was killing her.

“He deserved it” I said coldly.

“He’s your fath-“

“Don’t. Just don’t, mom” I said angrily.

“But honey, I-“

“But you what?” I asked her angrily. “You love him, is that what you were about to say? Because I hate to break it to you, mom, but I don’t think the feeling is mutual.”

My mother gave me a hurt look before she decided it was best to keep quiet.

Ever since I could remember, I have always loved my mother. How could I not? She was strong, independent, smart, and very beautiful. I loved and adored her.

Then, my father turned into the monster he is today. It started out small. He began to insult me, compare me to other ‘perfect’ children, and just plainly made me feel as if I were less. My mother ignored it and kept telling me that it would stop.

Unfortunately, she was right.

Instead of being verbally abusive, my father began to physically abuse me. He would often pull my hair, slap me, push me, kick me. This was all when I was still very young. Like before, my mother just stood there as her only daughter cried out in pain.

The abuse got much worse as I grew older. He began to throw me off the stairs, hit me with hard objects, and has, in more than one occasion, stabbed me. That’s when I began to resent my mother.

I know what most people are thinking ‘Shouldn’t you hate/resent your father? Why your mother?’ The answer was simple: I have hated him for a long time and nothing he did could ever surprise me. There really not much love lost between us since I stopped thinking of him as my father a long time ago. My mother, though, was a different story. I had always loved her. She was my idol and when she picked my father over me, it killed me. I always begged her to help me when father hurt me, but she always turned her head. After a while I began to realize that the love and respect I had for her wasn’t mutual. Though she lost all my respect, I still loved her, though. No matter how much I wish I didn’t.

Wasn’t a mother’s love supposed to be the most powerful thing in the world? Shouldn’t mothers choose their children over everybody else, including their soul-mates?  That’s what I always thought, but I guess I was wrong.

When my father began to realize that wasn’t enough to break me, he began to abuse her, too.

My father hated her for not being strong, fast, perfect. He hated her for not being a she-wolf. Being one of the strongest warriors in our Pack, my father was full of arrogance. When he discovered his Mate was a witch, he was angry. He rejected her and refused to even look at her. After a week, though, he changed his mind and accepted her. Pretty soon, they were happy and expecting a baby. Me.

Though my father was disappointed he didn’t have a son, he soon learned to live with it. He protected me, loved me, and spoiled me. I was very happy.

This changed when I didn’t shift on my eighth birthday with the rest of the pups. My father was angry and felt humiliated. That’s when the abuse began.

“Here you go, mom.” I told her as I handed her some pain medicine. Though I received most of the brunt of his anger, I had a few wolf abilities that allowed me to ignore the excruciating pain. It also didn’t hurt that I was used to it by now and knew how to ignore the pain. Unfortunately for my mother, she neither had wolf blood nor the apprehension that I did. Father had only been hurting her for the past few months which was nothing compared to the years I have endured.

A part of me hated her for allowing him to hurt me, but the rest of me was too numb to care.

“I have everything ready, mother.” I told her as I lead her to the car.

“But, I can’t leave him.” She told me desperately.

I glared viciously at her. “If you want to stay with a f*cked up bastard that abuses you then fine. Just know that I won’t. I am sick and tired of being his punching bag, but you can stay if you want to. I always knew you loved him more than me. It doesn’t really surprise me that you chose him.”

 I turned around ready to leave when she called out to me. “Wait, sweetie, please stop.” She cried out. “I-I’ll go with you. You’re right. He doesn’t deserve me, and I will no longer stay by his side.”

I was proud of her and couldn’t help but smile.

“Well, then. Let’s go.”

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