The Regretted Rejection

The Regretted Rejection

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My name is Chloe, I have a twin sister named Abby and an older brother named Max, they despise me. My mom and dad were murdered the day of my tenth birthday by hunters, so since they were the Betas of the pack they were well respected. Ever since their death everyone blames it on me.. they treat me like dirt, use me as a personal punching bag, and use me for their, um, pleasure and they starve me. Seriously, i'm all skin and bones. They don't let me go to school either, Abby said i'm a waste of education. So the day that i finally meet my mate i tought that it would be the day of my salvation, only for it to be the worst day of my entire life. Yup, you guessed it. He rejected me. And that was the last straw, i had to get away, and that is exactly what i did, i packed a bag and stole a couple hundred dollars from the pack safe, and off i went. I made a promise to myself the day I ran, they will regret what they did to me, sooner or later.
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"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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