Risks

Ch.2 Beaten

Ch.2 Beaten
Natalie's POV:

I am the punching bag of my pack. No I was not born here, I was kidnapped. I was 5 when it happened. I have an older brother, I know he lived the attack. My parents I have no idea. I am now 17 years old. My name is Natalie Shift James. Very fitting sense I shifted when I was 5 years old when you are spoused to shift when you are 10. when I first shifted I had to hid my sent so everyone thought I was Human, and I had to teach my self to learn how to shift while keeping my cloths on. it took my a few years, but I got it, doing it by yourself with no one there make time run slow. But only my family now I am Werewolf. My brother is Derek Coal James. He's 19 years old. Every morning and every night he brings me food. Because in my pack I don't get fed.

I am setting on my bed listening to my iPod. When my door comes flying open to revile a very drunk Alpha. "Come Here!!" Alpha Max yells. I slowly creep off my bed and toward him shaking slightly. "Y-y-yes?" I ask cowering down.
"Stut your trap!!" he yelled grabbing my hair bringing me face to his knee up and breaking my nose. Throwing me to the ground kicking me in the stomach non stop. Breaking all my ribs. Beating me for 20 minutes straight. Yelling not to nice things at me. Then he pulled out a silver chain. Silver. No what is he doing. He stabbed the needle in my neck and chunked it across the room, reaching for me...

'Ding dong'

"Ugh!!! Don't Move!!" Alpha yelled. That's what you think! I thought as he left the room. I take in a big gulp of air as I feel the silver burning and sizzling my skin. I push my self up on my shaky knees and hands. Then my right foot. Thud. Groaning in pain I try again.
'Yes okay no we out the window.' my wolf Windy tells me.
'I c-can't.' I reply.
'I will take control then.' she says.
'O-okay.' I let her take full control of my body.
I am so weak I can't do a thing. Why can't I just die? But no I have to be tortured and abused. Ugh. I Hate My Life. Why Can't Someone Help Me? Sure my brother does but I want to be with him. To cry in his arms. To hug my brother. To know someone cares.