The Lycan's Origin Series: The 1st Lycan Alpha

Chapter Two

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Aurora's POV

I walk blindly through the woods, naked from the waist down. My legs feel heavy and weak. Inside I am a numb empty shell as hollow as a dead tree. A worthless tree with no self-worth. 

Although I don't feel distraught anymore, I don't feel anything. I don't want to feel.

I walk and walk with no direction in mind until my legs subconsciously lead me back to my beat-up car in the clearing. For a few moments, I stare blankly, unable to wrap my head around the person I was just a few hours ago getting out of that car. How naive and clueless she was. I don't think I can ever be that girl again.

The ride home is a long one, filled with a billion regrets. If only I didn't go, if only I had run sooner. If only I hit him harder. If only I brought my pepper spray. If only. If only. IF ONLY!!!

But as the hurricane of emotions toils through my head and heart, I am unable to cry or express any outward emotion. I walk through my front door in a daze, feeling detached from my body. My legs guide me up the stairs on their own accord and I more see myself open the door rather than feel.

Once inside the safety of my room, it's like a switch goes off. With nothing left to occupy my limbs, my head begins to replay the vile events of the night. Bombarding me with the unwanted images of Black's face, the memory of his body on top of mine, crushing me, slapping me, finishing in me...Oh god.

My stomach churns in revulsion.

It's too much to handle, I sprint for the bathroom releasing all the contents of my stomach into the sink. I ride out wave after wave of nausea until there is nothing but air to wretch out.

When I feel able enough to stand, I use the sides of the sink to help steady myself. Out of surprise, I jump when I see a person staring back at me. My expression of horror mimicked by the other person. With a shaking hand I touch my face, the person touches their face as well. This person was me. I couldn't believe it, at first glance I couldn't recognize my own self in the mirror.

The left side of my jaw is swollen, discolored with purple and red bruising from when he backhanded me. He also busted my lip open pretty badly. I wince remembering the strike of the blow. My eyes fill with tears, my left eyeball tinged red with blood. He must have popped a blood vessel when he struck me. My hair is a bird's nest on top of my head, matted with leaves.

But nothing compares to what I see on my neck, at the very base is a circular bite mark, with teeth indents. He bit me, I remember tragically before remembering a far more disturbing fact, the worst part was-

"NOOO!!!" I scream hysterically.

"NO! NO! NO!" I scream at the top of my lungs, smashing my fist against the mirror causing it to shatter and my fists to bleed.

My heart begins to race, my breathing becoming rapid and erratic. I try to calm down, I pull at my disheveled hair trying to hold back loud uncontrollable sobs. But I was past the point of control. My world was tilting and I was losing ground quickly.

The reality of what happened settles in. It's as if the world was closing in on me, suffocating me . I was raped by my best friend's brother. Someone I knew, someone I've talked to on occasions.

"NOooooo," I wail as I pull at the shower curtain before tossing it across the room. I slam my fist against the wall, over and over again, blood smearing everywhere.

In a disheveled heap, I crumple to the floor unable to hold back the grief. I try to muffle my wailing cries shoving my fists painfully into my mouth, biting down. That's when I notice more blood, a small trickle between my thighs.

I clench my stomach as gut-wrenching sobs wrack through my body uncontrollably. I stay that way for a while until I can't take it anymore; throwing myself into a scalding hot shower, trying desperately to burn the memory of his touch away. Trying desperately to feel clean again but I know I never will be clean, not ever again. I scrub my body until it's bright red and prickling, and by that time I'm too exhausted to cry anymore. With little to no energy, I make my way to my bed unable to think straight, let alone care about putting on clothes.

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D. Destiny Tru.

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Darren is my rapist but also my redeemer he feels a sense of duty to protect me from his past self.