Just another Day in High school

Until The End

"W-whats going on?" I asked coming into the living room. My eyes laze around. Catching a glimpse of the basement door. Momma and Daddy stood arms across their chests. Dad (my father) stood, blocking the way out. A snarl plastered on his face.

"These two just asked if I knew if you'd been to the doctors or not. Your mother dealt with that bull shit. Not me," he growled out through clenched teeth.

"But, she left. Now its your job," Daddy said standing in front of momma.

"Its only been two or three weeks. She'll be fine and Kaitlyn should be back anytime now," Dad said.

"You do realize that that isn't an excuse right?" Momma said. My eyes widened and I shook my head at her. Slowly I watched a shadow cross Dad's face. I was sitting in my chair, behind Dad. Suddenly pain bloomed across my cheek and my head snapped to the side. A gasp tumbled from my lips and to stop the pain I bit down on the corner of my bottom one.

"What the fuck!" Daddy yelled. River crouched infront of me and checked my face. His eyes asking if I was okay. I nodded my head.

'I've had worse,' I mouthed.

"Don't tell me how to parent my children," Dad growled.

"She didn't do anything wrong!" River yelled. Out of the corner of my eye. I could see Mr. Dale, the sherif and beta, standing at the door.

"Nothing wrong?" He scoffed. "Try everything she does. Try breathing. Trying existing. When she was a baby she just wouldn't stop smiling and giggling, crying and getting sick. Just over and over. That bipolar piece of shit," he said gesturing over to me. "I never wanted kids but, Kaitlyn did. So I gave them to her. First Ethan. He was okay. I mean nothing to write home about. He slept a lot. Then Shelly," he said spitting my name. "She was always bipolar and getting sick. And when she was sick it was world war 2. That's when Kaitlyn and I started to fight. She will never amount to anything. Nothing more then a snot nose worthless brat. Then we had the twins. They're perfect. Look just like both me and Kaitlyn. So cute and perfect. So don't tell me she did nothing wrong," dad finished.

"So, you hate me? I'm sorry," I whispered as tears threatened to spill.

"Hate? You don't know anything about how deep my hate goes. Let me show you," he said lunging at my chair. I attempted to move and hit him but, the next thing I know is, the basement door it open and I'm free falling into the pit.

River

I had tried to stop him. "Ethan go check on Shell," I yelled as I continued to slam my fist into her father's face. His body limp but, I didn't care. I had watched the fear in her eyes. When he grabbed her we all tried to stop him. Even Dale had barged in.

Strong arms pulled me off of Conor's limp body. "Let me go!" I yelled. Scrambling to get back at the unconscious man.

"Calm down River. We've got it from here. Go check on your mate," Dad said pushing me to the basement door. Whimpers were heard from down the stairs. I flew down them as fast as I could. People wonder why I was so protective of her. This is why. Everytime, every damn time she's around other people she gets hurt.

My eyes scanned around the room. My heart squeezing at the sight before me. Ethan cradled her head in his lap. Blood pooled from her head. Her silver eyes glazed over as they tried to focus on him. From the looks of it, she had been thrown from her chair. Landing on the solid concrete floor. "Help!" I screamed, through my link and out loud. My hands scanning her body for more injuries.

Feet pounded down the stairs. "Oh my god," Momma whispered as she looked around the room.

I took Shelby's face in my hands. "I'm so sorry baby," I whispered, listening to the small breathy whimpers that left her nose and lips. She reached up and placed her hand against my cheek a smile ghosting over her features. "Stay with me okay," I pleaded. "Keep your eyes open."

"I love you," she breathed.

"I love you more," I sobbed as she was taken on a stretcher. Ethan wrapped his arms around me as he sobbed.

"Boys?" A voice gingerly asked. I looked up seeing Momma standing there.

"Y-yes?" I croaked.

"We need to finish up the report. Dale needs statements and then we're gonna head to the hospital," she said helping me stand. "Ethan, what is all this?" She asked gesturing to the room. I finally looked. A stainless steel table sat in the center with chains on the wall. Dark wooden boxes scattered the walls.

"Torture," he breathed. "He'd sometimes take us down here. Chain us to the wall like animals," he said rubbing his neck. "Then, he'd beat and starve us. Even chain us to the table and hurt us more. He was a monster." Ethan shook. He ran his fingertips over the cool metal. "He loved to make us watch. One time Shell got out of the chains and tried to stop him from hurting me. He nearly killed her. He said it was his way of making her better. He-he would do so many things," he gasped. Tears streaking his puffy cheeks.

Its hard to remember he was beat too. He told me he stopped. Maybe his torture was to watch helplessly as his baby sister was tortured.

Time skip

"This way please," the nurse said as she turned down the hall. We followed her to a room and as she opened it my heart cracked.

Shelby was so still. Her hair partially shaved. Head wrapped in white gauze. The hospital blanket wrapped around her body. Tubs sticking out of her arms. I ran in needing to be by her side. Grasping tightly to her hand, I placed my head to her chest. The last time we we're in this position was only a week ago. Why is it always pain, physical and mental. She has already dealt with so much.

My mind whirled around questioning everything. "Oh Angel," I whispered.

"H-h-hey baby," a broken voice met my ears. I looked up meeting her blue silver eyes.

"Thank God you're okay," I said, taking her face in my hands.

"D-did you get him?" She asked brokenly.

"Yes babygirl. Yes." I said.

"C-can you lay with me? I-I'm cold." I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her into me.

"Hey sis," Ethan's deep voice said meeting our ears.

"Hey bubby," she said taking his hand. "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?"

"You had to go through that all over again. Its been years since you had to deal with seeing that," she said softly. Her voice mearly a breath by the end.

"Sis, I see it everytime I close my eyes. I'm so sorry I couldn't stop him. I'm so so so sorry," Ethan's eyes clouded over. "Now you're in the hospital again. You had surgery. I'm so sorry I'm a bad brother."

"You aren't a bad brother. Don't ever say that. And you," she locked eyes with me. "Are not a bad mate. And y'all," she looked over at momma and dad that sat in chairs behind me. "Are not bad parents. Y'all have done so much. Things you never had to do in the first place. Don't blame yourself. Ever."

"Spoken like a true Luna," dad said smiling. Pride radiating off of him I droves. "Now babygirl, you need to worry about healing. You sustained a lot of injuries. Not just today either. Your in for a long road but, we're here okay. Always."