Rogue Gone Rogue (No Longer Updated)

It's Never Going To Change

I bit my tongue as I fell on the ground, holding back my gasp of pain. The people, if that's what you would call them, around me laughed as I landed on my bruised face, blood pouring from my open wounds.

It's never going to change. Juniper whispered sadly, portraying a wincing me in my mind as someone slammed their fist into my face. Why would I name my wolf, you may wonder. Because she's my only friend. Our bond is so strong, we have secrets no one even knows possible. We took about a week as my head healed back in kindergarten deciding her name for her.

Someone crouched in front of me, leveling their head with mine, and I saw Janna, one of my so-called 'friends' grinning wickedly at me as she pulled her fist back and shoved it forward, sending it propelling into my ribs. I cried out as she broke one, and everyone around me laughed. Even the teachers, for goodness' sake.

This was my life. This was the only thing I'd ever known since preschool. My parents encouraged me to let them beat me up, insisting it was good for me. I realized long ago that wasn't the case. My health was failing, and I constantly slept through school because my parents couldn't wake me. It happened most days around this time.

"Weak, pathetic, mateless waste of space!" Janna growled as she stood and kicked me in the stomach, her foot somehow packing the punch of a WWE wrestler's fist, making me cough blood onto the concrete. Juniper wanted control, she wanted us to stand and fight back, but I was in no condition to oblige.

So we lay on the ground until everyone got bored of using me as a breathing punching bag and gradually drifted away. We waited and waited for something to happen, anything. The only thing that did happen was I drifted to sleep, Juniper begging me to stay awake, but I couldn't keep my eyelids open.

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"She's weak, and pathetic, and we don't need her here!" My father boomed, his voice practically shaking the floorboards. They thought I couldn't hear them, they think that I'm still unconscious. This happened every day.

Again. Juniper said miserably, squirming uncomfortably at the sound of their argument.

"Honey, what if she's mated with an Alpha, or a Beta? Imagine that, we could be rich." This was always my mother's side. This was the only reason I was still in that house, in that room, in that bed. They wanted power, and I was the only possible form they could get it in. If I wasn't mated with some higher-up, I'd be forgotten, ditched, possibly even murdered by my own father. But this was my life, and there wasn't much I could do about it.

We could run away, Juniper suggested, unhelpfully. I already tried this, multiple times. And they always found me, so there was no point in trying now. I just stood and shuffled quietly to the bathroom, opening the door silently and staring at myself in the mirror as my parents shouted downstairs about how useless I was. 

My long dark chocolate brown hair had sunkissed tints thrown around randomly, mostly underneath, giving me a highlighted look, and it reached my lower back. It was tangled from sleeping. My skin, which was usually a lightly tanned whitish pale color, was a sickly greenish color under the blue and black bruises. I was as thin as a beanpole, my arms like twigs, from being beat up and underfed, due to all the sleep I had all the time, thanks to concussions. I had heterochromia iridium, which basically means I had different colored eyes, skin, or hair, and in my case, it's eyes. One of my eyes was an icy blue color, while the other was a warm honey-ish brown, like my hair's highlights. People bullied me for it, saying it was weird and ugly, but I secretly thought it made me even more awesome than I was. And believe me, I was pretty freaking awesome.

You mean we, we are awesome. Juniper says happily, and I swear, if she was her own physical being, she'd be licking my face. 

"Yeah, we are." I whispered to the empty room, still staring at my hetero eyes. Then I turned and stalked to my door, pressing my ear against it to listen to my parent's fighting.

But they weren't fighting anymore. I listened with my enhanced hearing, even more enhanced thanks to my lovely extraterrestrial bond with Juniper, as my parents laughed.

"Remember in 2nd grade, when she came home with her face completely blue and black?" My mother gasped through her laughter. I flinched as though she had slapped me; I know it shouldn't hurt that bad, as they always end up joking at my expense after their fights, but honestly, it felt like she was kicking me in the stomach, like Janna.

"She asked for our help, like a pathetic baby!" My father said, all too loudly, and I fought Juniper back. She would've been more than happy to storm down the stairs and slap that huge grin off his face. She casted a picture of my parents crying at my funeral into my head, and I couldn't help it; I smiled. She always knew how to make me feel better.

Before I could stop her, she shoved a different image through the pack link, sending it to my parents. This one was much worse. It was of me, my neck at an awkward angle, obviously broken, blood covering my face, my hetero eyes closed and bloody, my stomach with long gashes through it. I remember this picture from long ago, which Juniper pushed at my parents when she wanted to hurt them.

This time, it didn't work. I heard a glass slam onto a glass table, heard the table shatter, and I heard my father's heavy footsteps as he stormed up the stair. A second later, I heard my mother's angry cry as she followed my father. 

Juniper took control and forced me to lay on the bed, covering my body with a blanket, and closing my eyes, forcing me to relax completely. I heard the door slam open and felt the presences freeze as they saw me 'sleeping'. 

"She's awake," My father barked, walking to the bed. I shot into a seated position, rubbing my eyes as I looked around groggily, my eyes landing on my father.

I'm very good at acting.

"What?" I mumbled tiredly, as Juniper plastered an image of her in her wolf form rubbing her face against mine. I wish.

"That was unacceptable, Rogue!" My mother snapped. I stared at her, feigning confusion. My eyes squinted, my hair knotted, dark circles under my eyes, I knew I looked too innocent for my own good. And Juniper loved me for it.

I hated my name. They named me Rogue, and never told me why. I hated it with a passion, because when people bullied me they went to my name first.

"Why did you name me Rogue?" I asked quietly, staring at my clasped hands. Juniper went silent. She knew why. She didn't want me to know, for some reason.

"Because you were supposed to be one, idiot." My father snapped harshly, and I flinched at his tone. My mother frowned at me.

"Rogue, we didn't want you. You know why we kept you. And putting images of dead young girls in our minds is not acceptable at all." She said, not caring when I choked back a sob. I stared at her for a second before clearing my throat.

"Sorry," I said in a small voice, ignoring Juniper's howled protests. She wanted them to know it was me they saw. I just couldn't tell them.

"Go back to sleep." My father growled, and they both left my room, left me alone.

Like always.