Breaking Free

Chapter 2

Whilst I'm laying face down in the mud unable to move an inch, I may aswell give you that introduction I promised.
My pack was called The Black Dagger Pack in Portland U.S. Run by my father Magnus Ironside for the last 23 years. He was happy when my mother, Anna, gave birth to Maze. He had his heir so he didn't want any more children after that. He made me by accident but never wanted anything to do with me. Right from the start I was nothing but a small, noisy runt and he soon turned cold and detached. My mother protected me, keeping me alive for as long as she could, until one day she fought with him and it resulted in her death. He lashed out and sent her flying; she cascaded down a steep hill in the woods and her neck broke on impact. I was only 6 then. Spent the last 10 years, trying to run or hide but the punishments only got worse the older I got. My father had corrupted the entire pack against me and threatened banishment upon anyone who would try to aid me. I wasn't allowed to speak to any of the other kids and was homeschooled by a snobby, middle aged professor who only lets me call her Mistress Brockhurst. My dad pays her well to teach me lessons of pain and she too enjoys it. When I was only 11 she decided to rip my pants off me and force me to do things to her I definitely didn't want to do. And if I didn't do it well enough, there would be more lessons in pain.
At least they were behind closed doors. My brother and his friends loved humiliating me in public for all to see. I've thought about sneaking into his room and shaving his stupid hair off but I know I wouldn't get anywhere close. They keep the house locked up tight at night, leaving me to sleep in the barn nearby. It's cold, wet and draughty but at least I'm alone.

So I've managed to sit myself up on my knees, but that's as far as I've gotten so far. I cradled my ribs with one arm and supported myself up with the other. Everything felt like it was on fire. I couldn't decide what stung more.
I slowly struggled to my feet, falling over multiple times as I failed to stand. Giggles and sniggers could be heard around me as people were watching me fail miserably to stand up and support myself. Tears fell back down my face again and I held my breath hard so sobs wouldn't escape. I never said I was brave, right?

I don't know how long I remained on the floor struggling to breath, struggling to stand but eventually I climbed to my feet and began to hobble away. My broken ankle has been set back in place but now I just needed time to heal. Lots of time. I staggered towards the barn hoping if I could just get there I could hide myself within the stacks of hay and rest just long enough before someone finds something else to do to me. If you've ever tried laying on a hard cube of hay with broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a broken nose and a sore ass then you'll know it's not easy to fall straight to sleep, no matter how tired you are. Needless to say my conscious finally slipped away and along with it all my worries and pain and thoughts of the terrible ordeal that was my life.

At least after 5 hours sleep I had managed to recover enough to walk mostly straight and most of the burning had subsided. If I was a strong werewolf I'd have been completely healed by now. But they keep me weak on purpose. My stomach growled fiercely and I flinched as the hunger pains settled in. I had to live on scraps and mostly garbage and that's if I was lucky. The scent of blueberry pie hit me and I began to follow it in a trance like state. One of the wives of the pack loved to bake pies for her husband and 3 young children. Occasionally she would put a hot pie close to the window whilst it cools which meant I had a good chance of swiping it! Normally I wouldn't have liked to steal, but it was the only choice I had. That or die. I could see the top of the pie peeping over the window but before I could get to it, Tammy, a 17 year old girl had grabbed me and began to pull me off to the side. She was taller than me, too. She was vicious and mean and didn't care who she hurt to get what she wanted. She also happened to be the niece of Mistress Brockhurst. Both tall and blonde with piercing grey eyes and a sailors mouth to boot.
"It's time for your lesson little one!" She growled as she pulled me into her aunts house. I did try to struggle against her, believe me I did. But even the females were stronger than me.