Epilogue-
1167 Words
Abbie POV
“Oi! b***h, move out of my way!” I do not get to see who says that before I am punched in the side of the head. Pain explodes as my head ricochets from the punch to the wall I am standing next to before I hit something cold.
I crumble to the floor, pain flooding my head. The throbbing pain in my head tells me that the punch was strong, and the only person strong enough to land a punch like that is either our alpha or his son. And considering I am at school; I will take a wild guess.
A few feet collide with my chest and stomach before stopping, I am unable to protect myself as I am still dazed, and I start to feel darkness creeping in.
“Stay where you belong.” Growls some passing girls, smirking at seeing that state I am in.
Blood is running from the head wound but no one cares, everyone just smirks and makes snide comments as darkness consumes me.
I wake a while later and all I feel is pain and cold, my whole body is sore, and I feel like I want to throw up. I run my tongue over my mouth and I taste metal and vomit, great I vomited up blood.
I slowly open my eyes and I am welcomed with the sight of the vomited blood. The smell is strong and makes my stomach hurl, but there is nothing left in it to eject so I just dry retch until I shift slowly to lay on my back and look at the sky.
I lay there trying to shake off the daze from the punch, no one caring that I am on the floor and bleeding. But why should I be surprised? I am hated and shunned by the pack, and all because of our soon to be alpha and his tart of a girlfriend.
I cannot remember a time when I was not hated by this pack, for some reason the alphas heir and his girlfriend have always singled me out. They used to pick on me with words, turning everyone against me but then it started to get physical a few years ago.
They have fun in torturing me. They beat me up, they starve me and lock me up for no reason. Not that I am able to tell others, due to the stupid contract my lips are literally sealed. I am bound by the contract to do whatever they say and not tell anyone. So when I disappear for some days I have to lie and say I ran away, which results in the pack then punishing me. Though they do enjoy that.
The only one who doesn’t is the current Alpha, he always tries to help me as much as he can but he doesn’t know the full extent of what his son has done.
Last time it was because I never received my wolf, they took me to the dungeons and they tried a load of torture devices on me. While I may be immune to the pains of the silver, having things pierce my skins or being chained to the ceiling bloody hurts.
But I won’t break, I refuse to let them hear a scream or see me cry. If that happens then I know that they have truly won, and I refuse to be defeated.
My only hope used to be in finding my mate, hoping that they would take me away from this nightmare. But the soon-to-be alpha put an end to that with the contract. Who would want to be mated to a slave?
A mate is supposed to be your other half, the one that you know you can reply on to be there for you. They are supposed to love you unconditionally, always wanting the best for you and pushing you to be the best version of yourself. Settling down and creating a family as soon as you find them, but that is not always the case.
Sometimes though a mate bond is messy and unwanted. One or both parties not being wanted by the other, and that is the case I fear that I will be finding myself in. I mean why wouldn’t I? I am treated like the pack trash by my peers and even the elder members of the pack do nothing to help me. Who would want me?
No one, that is who. And as much as that truth hurts, I know that it is right. No one in their right mind would want to waste time with a slave, to get them out of their situation and help them heal. Who would know if I would even heal fully? No one, and no one in their right mind would even try.
After a while I too began to believe this, after all it makes sense.
I sigh, the pain in my chest a constant reminder that I am still alive and kicking and that the beating may only just be the start of todays round of torture.
I do not know how long I have laid here on the ground, but the sun has gone in and it has started to rain. Just great, I think to myself. Not only am I in pain, but I am now also cold and wet.
I start to laugh, why has life always been so horrible to me? No matter what I do I always come out the worse for it. I don’t get it, I have never done anything to warrant this at all.
Maybe that’s it, maybe I am the problem. I let them do this to me for no reason other than because I want to live. But if this is my life then what is the point? Why should I continue?
After a while the pain subsides and I shakily get to my feet, I have made my decision and I have decided that it ends here today. I don’t want to live this life anymore, I want to be free and away from everyone who thinks it is ok to treat me this way.
I slowly make my way off the school premises and towards my safe haven, I go here every time life gets too much. And it is here I have decided to rest, to find peace and move on to something better.
Either that or to oblivion. Personally I do not care anymore. I am fed up with being the punch bag for everyone. I do not deserve this, just because of a stupid contract, everyone seems to think that is it ok to treat me less than others. That it is ok to make my life hell. Well, it is not.
I stand at the edge of the cliff, one more step. That is all it will take, one more step to end everything.
I take a deep breath and step forward.
- Writer
