My Human and Abused Mate

Chapter 4

Blake's P. O. V.

I couldn't sleep.

Pain covered every inch of my body as I tossed and turned in my bed.

My back mostly.

'What's happening? Why am I feeling like this?' I asked myself. It felt like it wasn't my pain but it was, wasn't it?

If it wasn't then who else's was it?

I could feel my wolf's restlessness but no matter how many times I called out to him, the message never got through.

Maybe it's the full moon, I thought suddenly. Maybe it's like werewolf puberty. Whenever there's a full moon werewolves have to shift.

It's the only day when our wolves take over and our humanity isn't in control. We sometimes don't even remember what happened in the morning.

I guess my wolf's anxious about this particular full moon.

What I couldn't understand was why this is the first time its happening in six years.

Maia's P. O. V.

I woke up sore on the ground.

Surrounded by blood.

I lost count of the times I went unconscious and came back.

My father whipped me and beat me until I blacked out, and for some reason, I don't think he stopped after.

It took me an hour to manage to get up in a sitting position but I still had to bite my lip from screaming in pain. The last thing I needed was waking them up from their sleep.

I don't know how long I can keep this up for. I should be thanking God that I survived another day but I'm not. Sometimes I wished that I would die. I have considered suicide but never attempted it (A/N-And no one should attempt it guys, suicide is a serious issue)

I hated my life, my parents, everything. How could people be so evil?

I never did anything to deserve this.

I wouldn't wish this life on my worst enemy.

It's not fair! Why do bad things always happen to innocent people?

My thoughts were interrupted by my mother. "Get up you worthless piece of trash!" She yells at me. Slowly, with me gasping in pain each second, I manage to stand up with the wall supporting me.

"You good for nothing daughter, your father and I have raised you with care all your life and how do you repay us?
By sleeping on the floor, we want you to get a job" she demanded.

I shouldn't be surprised, someone has to get them money for their drugs and alcohol and neither of them were in the condition to work.

but apparently beaten and bruised me was.

They would always make me get a job right after we move. I hated working, whenever I get the money they would always take it from me. I wouldn't even be able to keep a single penny, it just wasn't fair. I worked my butt off for money. All my hard work for it to be wasted on alcohol and drugs.

But I knew that my life wasn't fair, I should just accept I, its not like anything will change.

I also didn't want to think about the abuse I would receive if I decided not to work at all Mother usually didn't hit me but she would if she was drunk which pretty much was all the time. My father on the other hand, hated me. I have no idea why, ever since I could remember he always looked at me with hate and disgust.