Three Months In Hell

A Vacation

"What the hell do you mean we're taking a family vacation for your job?!?" I asked incredulously. He, his sister, the woman that birthed him, and the bastard the stuck around were sitting around the dining room table. My "mother" had just told us that they were all going to a resort for the entire summer.

"Shut up, brat." She snarled at him. Her caramel coloured hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail. Her sharp features were beautiful to anyone who didn't know her personally. In all honesty, she was a complete bitch. "I didn't ask for your opinion. Whether you like it or not, we are going. Your father's job and my job rest on this trip. If you so much as put a toe out of line there will be severe consequences. Now go to your room and pack. I don't want to see your disgusting face until tomorrow."

"Like I wouldn't be punished anyways..." I muttered to myself as I got up. As I walked up the stairs, I heard Luna ask to be dismissed as well. Mother gushed something out and soon I heard Luna's footsteps behind me.

"Brother? Are you all right?" She asked, following me into my room.

"I'm fine, Sis. Don't worry." I walked across my bland room to my walk-in closet to grab an old, black suitcase. "On the bright side, the bitch and bastard won't be able to beat the shit out of me for the entire summer." I gave her a small smile and received a small giggle in return.

"I just wish they didn't hurt you at all." She mumbled. "Anyways, I need to change the bandages on your back." 

"You know you don't have to, Sis. I can do it myself." I said back. I love my sister with everything I have. I also knew that the marks and blood made her uncomfortable.

"Either I get to change your bandages, or, I get to pet your ears." She said stubbornly. I knew I wouldn't win this argument so I reluctantly allowed her to lead me into the bathroom.

Luna sat me down on a stool in front of the counter with a large mirror above it. She ordered me to remove my shirt as she went to get the medical supplies. I sat there staring at my reflection. My black hair that hung just a little bit into my eyes was tipped with a dark shade of purple. My werewolf ears were the same colour as my hair, as well as my tail. I have olive skin that was marred with scars from the vicious beatings of my parents. I was compact in my small frame but was extremely strong compared to most. I am 5 foot 4 inches. Luna would constantly tell me how handsome I was, but I didn't believe it. The most striking feature about me was my eyes. My left eye was the same shade of purple as my hair and my right eye was a bright turquoise. 

I hated my appearance. I was the same height as most of the girls my age and was often mistaken as a girl, no matter what I wore. My parents also forced me to hid basically every unique aspect of myself. Making me hide my ears and tail every time I left the house. Making me wear contacts to cover my eyes. They also make sure I wear clothes that hide my scars.

"Stop thinking," Luna said, hitting my head softly. "You'll wear that brain of yours out. Also, I taught myself a new spell and I'd like to see if I can get it to work." She added the last part shyly. 

"Go ahead," I said. "If it's a spell that I think it is, then I'm sure to be grateful."

She smiled widely at me. She took off the soiled bandages that wrapped around my entire torso to reveal my last encounter with my parents' wrath. Luna muttered something under her breath that I didn't quite catch. She then placed her hands on my chest muttered something else and closed her eyes. Moments later I gasped as all the pain in my back and sides disappeared. 

Her eyes fluttered open to see my grin. "Yes!!!" She exclaimed. She wrapped her arms around me in a tight embrace. "And not even I mark of damage!"