His abused mate

My story

"Take it off." That is what he says.

Not sorry.

But, 'take it off.'

It all came flooding back to me, like someone poured a bucket of cold water on top of my head.

"What dis I say! Why can't you listen you screw up! God dammit Melody." My mothers face was red with anger, but then quickly disappeared into a sinister grin.

"Go tell your father what you did." Her smile widened when she said that.

She knew what was going to happen. But, she didn't know what all was going to happen.

"No please, I'll clean it" I begged.

"Oh yes, you will clean it, after you get your punishment." She walked over giggling to herself as she opened my father's office door.

I slowly walked in not wanting to greet what was coming.
She slammed the door so quickly that it still hit my back.

"Oh Melody, what have you done now?" My father asked his voice may have sounded sweet, but there is venom laced in it.

"M-mother umm... Threw her-her vase at me an-nd it hit me in the he-ead and my b-lood spilled on the floor." I could barely stumble out.

"Awh, okay so your mother punished you, and out of anger that you got what you deserve that you messed up our tile floor." He answered switching the story.

I didn't say anything. I was going to get in trouble anyway.

He slowly rose from his desk came to me. He stood over me for a while before he slap me in the face, causing  me to fall to the floor.

Blood.
It was all I could see.

He grabbed my forearm, standing me back up and slapped again. He kicked me in my side until I went numb.
Blood was spewing uncontrollably out of my mouth.

For a while I felt nothing and I was sure I had died, until he threw me a washcloth hot water already on it. I wiped my face and stood up on wobbly legs.
I was unstable.

He took me into one of the many guest rooms. And threw me down on the bed.

"Oh Melody, only if you were a good child I probably wouldn't- nevermind, I would still do this. Your a pretty girl Melody. Who wouldn't do this?"

He unbuckled his belt and started walking toward me.

" Take it off."

"Hey, hey! Wake up. Hello?"
My mate was kneeling over me, with mixture of worry and irritation swimming in his eyes.

"Oh, thank the goddess you woke up. I was so scared." He pulled me in his lap and held me.

I wiped my sticky cheeks and looked around.
I was lying on the floor, still in his room.

"What happened" I had forgotten what happen.

"I told you to take of your top off, so you can change then you fell out." He recalled, "What happen to you?"
Being traded back to my parent's pack was one of the worst times of my life.

"Nothing."

Why is he being nice?