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Chapter 1 Abused

Natasha,
The floor was like a riverbed of jagged stones, cold and hard beneath my hands and feet as I gazed up at the swirling chaos of nature outside, my eyes fixated on the full moon shining through the open window. The storm raged outside, the wind howling and shaking the windows while thunderbolts lit up the sky.
I wasn't just any Werewolf waiting for my transformation during a full moon. No, I was powerful, able to control my shifting at will. And yet, even with this strength, I was still trapped in this house, under the rule of my abusive father and cruel sister.
Suddenly, the door burst open and my sister Alyssa stormed in, her face contorted with disgust as she hurled a bowl and candle onto a nearby table. "It's your birthday today," she spat out with venom.
My ribs felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, my heart racing like a herd of wild horses trying to escape the impending danger. The weight of fear filled my lungs and I could barely breathe as I saw my father appear behind her, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "I told you to stay away from that table!" he bellowed at me.
But it wasn't just about the table. It was about everything. My mother's death during childbirth had left him bitter and filled with hate towards me ever since I was born.
"I didn't kill her," I pleaded through tears, the fear of retaliation held my tongue, knowing that speaking back to him would only make things worse. The anger simmered beneath the surface, bubbling and churning like a pot on a hot stove. I could feel the tension in the air, heavy and suffocating, as if one wrong word would cause an explosion. My body tensed, ready for whatever came next.
"How dare you talk back to me!" he roared before striking me in the face with his fist. The force knocked me down onto the ground, my hand scraping against the rough surface.
As I struggled to get up, blood dripping from my lips, he continued to berate me. "You're a bastard!
My beloved is gone because of you and my heart will forever be consumed with hatred! I'll never forgive you for taking her away from me!"
The words cut deep into my heart and soul, but before I could process them fully, he grabbed his coffee mug and threw it at me. The hot liquid scalded my skin as it shattered against my face.
Through blurry vision and pain shooting through my body, I saw him walk away and call for a maid to take care of me. But even she showed no sympathy as she dragged me out of the room, ignoring my cries.
"You bitch! You just added to my work!" she spat at me, her grip rough and uncaring. No one in this house cared for me, not even the servants.
And as I lay on the ground, barely conscious from the pain and lack of food, I couldn't help but break my promise to myself and let my tears fall freely. This was my reality - a life filled with abuse and hate. Natasha,
The floor was like a riverbed of jagged stones, cold and hard beneath my hands and feet as I gazed up at the swirling chaos of nature outside, my eyes fixated on the full moon shining through the open window. The storm raged outside, the wind howling and shaking the windows while thunderbolts lit up the sky.
I wasn't just any Werewolf waiting for my transformation during a full moon. No, I was powerful, able to control my shifting at will. And yet, even with this strength, I was still trapped in this house, under the rule of my abusive father and cruel sister.
Suddenly, the door burst open and my sister Alyssa stormed in, her face contorted with disgust as she hurled a bowl and candle onto a nearby table. "It's your birthday today," she spat out with venom.
My ribs felt like they were being squeezed in a vice, my heart racing like a herd of wild horses trying to escape the impending danger. The weight of fear filled my lungs and I could barely breathe as I saw my father appear behind her, his anger simmering beneath the surface. "I told you to stay away from that table!" he bellowed at me.
But it wasn't just about the table. It was about everything. My mother's death during childbirth had left him bitter and filled with hate towards me ever since I was born.
"I didn't kill her," I pleaded through tears, the fear of retaliation held my tongue, knowing that speaking back to him would only make things worse. The anger simmered beneath the surface, bubbling and churning like a pot on a hot stove. I could feel the tension in the air, heavy and suffocating, as if one wrong word would cause an explosion. My body tensed, ready for whatever came next.
"How dare you talk back to me!" he roared before striking me in the face with his fist. The force knocked me down onto the ground, my hand scraping against the rough surface.
As I struggled to get up, blood dripping from my lips, he continued to berate me. "You're a bastard!
My beloved is gone because of you and my heart will forever be consumed with hatred! I'll never forgive you for taking her away from me!"
The words cut deep into my heart and soul, but before I could process them fully, he grabbed his coffee mug and threw it at me. The hot liquid scalded my skin as it shattered against my face.
Through blurry vision and pain shooting through my body, I saw him walk away and call for a maid to take care of me. But even she showed no sympathy as she dragged me out of the room, ignoring my cries.
"You bitch! You just added to my work!" she spat at me, her grip rough and uncaring. No one in this house cared for me, not even the servants.
And as I lay on the ground, barely conscious from the pain and lack of food, I couldn't help but break my promise to myself and let my tears fall freely. This was my reality - a life filled with abuse and hate.