Bloody Fangs and a Howl

Chaper 1. Broken Ribs, Broken Heart

I quivered once I heard the rigid footsteps making their way down the old staircase.

Dante.

"Where is that bitch?!" He bellowed. I panicked, hastily trying to smoothen out my unruly dark curls. He hates my hair.

'Probably you as well.' Said the voice in my head.

With a heavy sigh and a bundle of nerves, I carefully made my way out of the kitchen and into the living room. My head was down, my shoulders hunched as I waited for his next command, one that never came. Before I could look up, he grabs a fistful of my locks and tugged at it, forcing me to stare at his scorched angry face.

"You fucking whore!" He spat at me. I squealed in pain as I felt a sharp sting shoot through my entire body and my being shakes as though it's about to combust. Still, it was better than all the agony this horrid man had brought into my life.

"Where is my goddamn money?!" He yelled once again at me. Once he realized I wasn't answering, he flung me to the cold marbel floor tiles and kicked me in my stomach, the same place his child has been for the past 5 months.

I tried to compose myself and to ignore the insufferable pain I was feeling in my lower abdomen.

"T-the baby Dante. You would hurt the baby!" I sputtered, trying to save both myself and the baby. He just gaped at me like I was the crazy one.

"You really think I care about some stupid baby, much less for you?" He gave me his signature chuckle, one that was stale and dry and filled with so much hidden intentment that it made my dark skin turn pale under the moonlight shining from the window.

He grabs me, wrapping his slender yet villainous fingers around my throat and lifts me off the floor to meet his brooding form and match his intensifying gaze. I tried to claw my way out of his grasp, but this seems to agitate him even more as he slaps me hard across my face. I made no attempt to make a sound as he squeezed me tighter with just one hand.

"You were always a skank, y'know?" He says as he reaches for his already lit cigarette and takes a long drag. I could only watch him as anticipation settles in my hungry and bleeding stomach.

"I never really liked you, or loved you, since we're being honest here. I only liked your cute little ass and those luscious breasts of yours. Back then, I was hell bent on making you mine." He chuckles as he watches me gag at the scent of the cancerous puff that he blew into my face.

I looked over at the door frame to see my mother-in-law, Regina Romeo, watching the scene with a humorous glint in her eyes. She walks into the living room, her worn out blonde dye flaking off onto her shoulders with a lining of dandruff trailing behind her.

Disgusting.

She reaches for her son's cigarette and takes a few pulls and then presses the butt into my stomach. I screamed, but no one came. Just another harsh slap was sent across my other cheek, making my screams subside into quiet weak sobs.

Dante rolls his eyes and threw me out the house like an unworthy doll that a spoiled kid no longer has any use for. I landed hard unto the rough steps and rolled down into a large mud puddle. I heard the click of the door locking and faint snickers on the other side of the door. I attempted to get up, only to be met with a wave of pain that was soon after followed by exhaustion.

This shit has been happening for over five years and I know if I stayed any longer, I would die here either from the hands of him or from offing myself. I raised my battered old top to reveal a forming bruise on the left side of my ribs. Its probably broken. Sad to say that I've suffered much worst.

I pulled myself out of the puddle as relief washes over my tired body and soul. I need to get out of here. I turned to see the lights in the house switched off and I detected no suspicious movements from any of the windows . I limped into the thick woods hoping to meet a bystander or anybody at all that was generous enough to help me. I had no time being picky.

Making my way slowly through the labyrinth of tall trees, I took a little time to behold the beautiful full moon resting in the starry night sky. I always loved nights like these, especially when my mother and I used to take long strolls during nights to a clearing with a small quiet stream running down the incline. I sighed. I had no time to be taking a trip down the lane of nostalgia. I continued to weave in between the trees and debris until I heard a twig snap. My body went rigid and my senses heightened. Someone or something was here and they know that I'm here too. When that thought crossed my mind, my body refused to move as though it wanted to see who or what was lurking around in the darkness.

My exhaustion seemed to get the better of me as my legs bucked and I landed into the dry leaves. Heavy footsteps circled around me as my blurry vision doesn't seem to be going away anytime soon. Not too long afterwards, what seems like a wet nose nudges me and a slimy rough tongue glided along my bruised and scraped face. I whimpered lowly at the pain I felt as the adrenaline dissipates and leaves me in a heaving mess. Somehow gathering the strength, I looked up to see a dark blurry image and glowing green eyes staring at my brown ones. For the first time in several years, and for whatever strange and unexplainable reason, I started to feel safe again. I felt myself drifting into a tempting slumber, but not until I heard a series of cracking and the muffled rumble of what seemed to be a male.

"Mate."

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