The Last Luna

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A/N: Hey guyss! Thanks for giving this story a chance. I wrote this when I was a lottt younger so it's not properly developed and of course there are grammatical errors.

I'm currently working on another story, 'I Don't Want You'. It'd be better written to feel free to check it out!

Enjoy!

My eyes remained on my dad as I wondered how he could beat up his six year old daughter like he just did. It was usual, but still surprised me.
"Avery, tell Arthur you need a new phone.", the heat of my dad's breath hit my wounded, swollen face while I did nothing but watch him with dead eyes.

Blood dripped down my face, from my forehead to my chin, from my chin, to my shirt. I was soaked. I could barely move, could barely breathe. I wondered how I was still alive. The fact that I get beat up like this on a daily but somehow still survive it really hurt me. Why wouldn't I just die and meet my mom. That's what I really want. There's nothing to live for here.

"I've... already... given... you a- a phone this week. Why do you.. need another... one?"Every word came out with a struggle. My voice was shaky not cause I was scared but cause of all the injuries I had. I knew perfectly well that questioning him would land me a few blows but I didn't mind. I was tired of letting him use me to get things from Mr. Arthur. I barely even knew the man yet he's spent more than I can count on me. It doesn't feel right.

"I want another one. Problem?", he asked, grabbing my chin, making me struggle to hold back a whimper.
"The problem's that I don't want a phone.", I said sounding more confident this time. On a normal day, I'd do anything he asks me to but not today. There wasn't any specific reason for the sudden change. I was a hundred percent sure it wouldn't last long but I liked it. I liked the feeling of confidence even if it was temporary.

"Who said the phone's for you?", he frowned, annoyed by how I was responding to him. His grip on my chin tighted causing the whimper I could barely hold in, escape. My face was hurt enough.

"Let me go-", before I could complete my statement I felt a nice slap come across my blood filled face, snapping me back to my senses and reminding me what my dad could do.

Before I was able to think straight, I heard my dad's evil laugh fill the room, making the amosphere worse than it already was. "Were you trying to stand up for yourself? Are you crazy?", he said between his laughs, digging his raging eyes into my fear filled eyes. "So pathetic.", he spat out, tossing glares at me before standing up and throwing continuous kicks all over me.

Trying to dodge or fight back would be the worse mistake I make. He hates it. He'd shatter my bones of I tried and I wasnt ready to go through that and still come out alive.

"Go to Arthur and tell him you want a new phone darlin. Remember daddy loves you." he laughed after his last statement then left, leaving me on the floor, slipping on my own blood, barely able to see of move. He always said that after beating me. Like he was trying to tease me.

Part of me knew he was just kidding, the other part of me felt he actually meant it. That's the desperate part. The part that just wants a dad or just want to be important to someone.

It took ten minutes but I was already feeling better. It was thanks to the rapid healing I've been blessed with since birth. A normal werewolf would take days to recover from the kind of injuries I sustained today but I could do than within minutes. It's something I despised and loved at the same time.

The reason for my hate for the gift was because it was most likely the reason I see another day after getting beat by my dad. The reason for my love for it was because it made me feel special. Like I had something noone else did.