Restarting Life

Chapter 1

A/N: /If you see an underlined word, its prolonged/

Jasper's P.O.V

I was in my house playing with my ball of yarn. I pounced on it and nibbled it. "Your such an animal Jasper." One of my siblings said strolling in. "You are so rigth Brandon." I turned around and see Brandon and Aries. "Im a cat, we play with yarn to calm ourselves." I said to them.

Brandon and Aries just looked at me and giggled as they sat down on the couch.

"Well thats the problem." Aries said, with a smug grin on her face.

Brandon nodded "Yeah, your rigth Aries."

"But its who am i guys." I said angerly at them.

"Is the kitty mad does he wanna have a pet on the head?" Aries said chuckling.

"Come here little kitty." Brandon mocked

I slowly walked towards them. I was true a predator, i mean being a hybrid of two big cats is amazing.

"Thats it come here boy." Aries said with smirk.

They continued to mock me. "Meow,meow,meow...I'm a little kitty cat." Brandon laughed. I unsheathed my claws, they were sharp knives to predators.

I jump on to the couch and looked at them. My eyes locked on them. "See the kitty just wants a pet." Brandon reached out to pet me, and i claw at his arm.

"Whats wrong with you!?" I let a growl escape my mouth as Brandon examined the scratches on his arm.

"Have you gone crazy cat!" Aries yelled, she tried to slap me, but i bit her hand.

My fangs sunk into her hand. I tasted blood in my mouth and let go. Blood drip but i didnt care.

"Good job you finally got revenge." My Alter ego said in my head.

"Thanks Midnight." I whispered

"Look out." I turned around, and Brandon swung his arm at me. I dodge it and bit down on his arm.

Brandon screamed in pain and i let go. Blood was on my muzzle. I licked my muzzle and looked at them.

"MOM!!!!" They yelled and I instantly froze in place.

We heared footstep form the staircase. I looked and i see out mom wearing black. She was like a demon to me, but to them an angel.

"Did someone call me?" Her voiced boomed through the house like thunder.

She walked into the living room and her jaw drop. She started at the blood on the floor.

"What happened?" She asked in worrying tone.

"Jasper he bit my hand." Aries said with tears on her eyes.

"Yeah, and he clawed and bit me." Brandon cried.

Mom looked at me fire in her eyes. I stood there frozen in place. She towards me and she looked at me.

"Why did you do that?" She asked furiously.

"I-i, c-cause...t-they... teas-" "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!" She cut me off.

She walked towards a cabinet and grabbed some rope. She came back to me and tied me up. I couldn't move at all. She headed to the kitchen to grab something.

I tried to get a little loose, but she came back with a bottle of Tabasco hot sauce. I knew what she was gonna do, so i shut my muzzle tight.

"Open your mouth." She demanded.

I covered my mouth with my paws. She came closer and uncapped the bottle of Tabasco.

"Open"  She demanded again.

But I kept my mouth shut. Thats when my dad came in and he saw the horror.

"Who did this?" I asked in shock.

"Jasper, did hun." My mom said to him.

He looked at me with fire in his eyes. If my mom was the demon, he was the devil. My mom took the bottle of Tabasco and waved it under my nose. The fumes were so strong my eyes began to tear up.

"I repeat open." She said. When I still refused, Dad grabbed my muzzle, and forced it open.

No matter how hard I tried to get away, the devil sealed my faith. He squeezed his steel-tight grip on me. My mom held the bottle of hot Tobasco and poured atleast 4 tablespoons of it in my mouth. I was close to screaming, but I was too traumatized to do it.

I didn't want to be burned on the tongue for the forth time that week, but the devil was holding me tight. My so-called "Siblings" were laughing at me. Then my father let go of me. I thought I was safe but I was wrong. He grabbed some string from a drawer.

"Give him 2 more tablespoons hun." He said to my mom, as he walked back to us.

My mom listened and poured 2 more tablespoons in my mouth. I screamed in pain, but then my dad wrapped the string around my muzzle. It was painful I couldn't scream due to my muzzle was shut tight with string.

My dad wickedly cackled at my suffering. He found it entertaining to see me suffer. If I could compare him to a character, he was the male, demonic version of Bellweather from Zootopia. He wasn't a sheep, but he a horrible human, (no offense) just like everyone in my family.

Yes my "first" family was all human, I was addressed as the "pet" in the family, I am not a pet. I maybe an animal, but i act more human. I can talk,I can walk on my hind legs instead of all fours. I can do anything a human can do.

But no matter how hard, I try to show them, that im more than an animal. But reality will always pull me down and i end up as the pet that they can whip and torture. I migth be whining alot, but I have good reason to do so. I am a victim of child abuse. Most people can't see it but its true, I'm being abused. And the thing is, I have only lived with them for a year. My abused began 9 months ago. I never thougth I would end up with a family who's only looking for a pet.

I've been through hard times and I just wish it would end soon. But it never did until that faithful day.