Part 4

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She was once adored by her parents, looked up to by others in her pack until she found her mate.  He lied to everyone and since then all either abused her or turned their back to her.  Even her parents started to abuse her.  First it was just verbal abuse which led to a slap to the face which led to more physical violence.  Bruises were a normal sight to wake up to then the broken bones were just accepted as normal punishment.  Everyone saw but looked the other way thinking that I deserved this for some reason.  Being locked in the basement with no food or water for days started her nightmares to  become real.  They were so bad that I never ever got a goods night sleep any more.  I would wake up after only 3 hours of sleep to find myself screaming, drenched in sweat, sometimes even in a different place then when I went to bed.  The nightmares were just so bad, no one could hear me because our house was revamped as soundproof.  My room was soundproof, I guess my parents did not want anyone hearing me scream from all the physical abuse they would use to punish me with.  My room used to have all my things in it, you know tv, laptop, a closet full of beautiful clothes, now it held little.  They took all my things away saying I did not deserve them.  They even took away my cell phone saying I was not good enough to have one and they were not going to pay for me having the privilege of a phone.  I don't really care since all my so called friends turned their backs on me.

I am now a loner.  Just trying to get through the day is hard without a proper sleep.  Sometimes I feel like someone is warping my brain in my sleep.  You know trying to program me to do things.  Which is another nightmare to add to this list of things that scare me.  I am starting to see from looking in the mirror that I am slowly dying.  My hair, which was once long and shiny, now hangs dull and limp.  My eyes were once deep blue and now a dull blue.  My face once held a big smile and now is blank.  A frown is the only thing on my face these days.

When I go to school, the pack would abuse me, trips are very common, pushed into lockers a daily occurrence, things like books and food thrown at me, the verbal abuse is an always.  Homework is stolen before I can hand it in.  Seeing my so called mate, getting physical with a multitude of females is really making me sick.  Seeing him coming out of empty rooms with girls and watching them adjust their clothing is really common.  And smelling their scents on each other is just disturbing.  To seeing all the hickeys that the girls have from him.

Even the alpha is in on the abuse.    My punishment from him is I am now the pack Omega.  You know, the pack slave.  Anyone that the alpha wants he orders me to do.  Anyone that he states can order me around can and will.  Chores that no one wants I get.  I have been sent home with more than my share of bruises and cuts to broken bones as well.  Blood dripping down my face more than once to come home to my parents whips and chains.  Lack of food and sleep are taking their toll on me and my wolf.  My wolf hardly talks to me any more.  She is tired and weak from trying to heal me after all the abuse.

I have decided once I turn/shift, that is if I can shift, I am leaving.  Anywhere is better than here.  Even rogues have better lives than I do.  And all of this is because of my so called mate.

If, when I leave, I happen to cross into a pack territory, maybe they can just kill me and put me out of my misery.  I don't know if I can survive like this.  My mate has just done so much damage to me I know for a fact that I can never ever be with him.  I can never forgive my parents or this pack or alpha for what they have done to me.  They have forever crossed the line, you don't treat people like they have treated me, and all because of someone's lies.

I found out last night after listening at a partially opened door that my parents are selling me, with the alpha's approval, to someone.  I need to leave but my body has taken too much abuse today I can hardly walk.  I need to heal, maybe tomorrow I can leave this place.  All I need to take with me is a change of clothes and some food and water.

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