Limerence(Was Broken Wolf)

Prologue

~~this is my first time writing any type of story so please don't criticize xoxo Erin:)~~ Hello I'm going to be slowly and I mean SLOWLY editing this story because I feel like I can make it way better than it originally is! There won't be major changes to the plot but more sentences and descriptive words! Thank you! I also wrote this when I wasn't a very good writer and little egg! Also this story contains mature themes, such as abuse, rape, sex, violence, and cursing. I will have warnings about the mature themes once I go through and edit because I do not want to trigger anyone! Happy reading!:)

+Edited+(Might do more though)

I wasn't always like this. I was a happy little girl until I turned the age of nine. That was when my mother died and everything went down hill. My mother was a rather petite women with long, slick raven colored hair that fell just below her ribs. Her hair was pin straight and her eyes, oh her eyes were a piercing emerald green that could cut right through you. She had always dressed in pretty sundresses that made her look like a goddess. She was truly beautiful. When I was little I always wished to be as gorgeous as my mother.

Although I was never that type of girl to wear dresses and my mother excepted that. She excepted me for me. I loved her more than anything in the world. Once she died I was at lost. I killed her, it was my fault. If I was just a little bigger or stronger she would still be alive and none of this shit would of happened. Everyone in the pack was devastated about her loss. I only had my father, and little brother who was just seven at the time left.

About two months after her passing my father started to get more aggressive and irritated after he came home from work. He blamed me for her death and I agreed with him. It was my fault. Because of her death my father worked me like a slave when I was just a child just turning ten. The other girls got to run around playing all sorts of games, telling jokes, and having a childhood while I had to do all the house work. Some of the house work wasn't so bad I started to make a game out of it because of how lonely I was. In the beginning the work seemed like I was playing house until every single day got harder and harder. Some nights I would pass out from exhaustion and not wake up for two days. Once I woke up from sleeping I would get punished.

The torture of working got worse and worse over the years. At the age of fourteen he started to get "touchy". I didn't like the way he put his hands on me. I asked him to stop, no begged him to not touch me the way he did. So many nights I went to bed crying and aching from the way he used my body like his own personal property.

While I was treated like shit he treated my brother like a prince. I didn't hate my brother at all though he tried to help me and asked my father why I was never allowed to play but my father always told him it was not important. I was a dirty, broken girl in his eyes.

My mother always said I was beautiful but I never believed her because I saw how all the other girls looked and I was average compared to them. I had wavy reddish brown hair that fell to the bottom of my back. My hair was very long but was really the only thing I "liked" about myself. I know I should feel more postive about myself but I can't get my father's cruel words out of my head.

Anyway I had a curvy body but since I was so over worked and underfed I was boney and limp for most of my life. All the things my father did to me were disgusting. I felt digusted with myself I didn't fight him more than I did, but since I was so much smaller then him my body gave up. It is a horrible feeling knowing how weak you are that you can't even fight back and just accept the fact you won't win. He told me I was disgusting and was a worthless piece of trash. I wanted to die so badly.

A couple years later when I was sixteen, the time when all shifters well shift for the first time I was alone. I shifted by myself in the middle of the woods. The agonizing pain I felt. Bones snapping one by one. I wasn't a healthy wolf I was the complete opposite actually. My coat was completely matted and the hair was like string. My coat was so black that you couldn't see me in the night even if you had the best pair of eyes out there. I don't know why my coat was so dark but I guess that's how genes work.

My eyes were a deep forest green, or hazel at points but in my wolf form, boy were they a piercing green just like my mothers. It was very strange for a wolf to have such bright neon eyes because it could be a disadvantage in the night because of how they contrast with the darkness. Although I had very good night vision because of it.

After a few weeks of shifting something in me change. My wolf gave me hope that I could get away from here, and have a better life. Anything was better then the life I was barely living in now. I always thought I would die here from either starvation or exhaustion but now I wanted to get out, get away from this hell hole. Bravery was what I felt which I haven't felt since my mother died. I don't know why but there was this nagging feeling deep inside me telling me I can do this, I coudl leave so that's exactly what I did.

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