Chapter 4:*Lost*
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Keya Asher's POV
I woke up the next morning from the beautiful nightmare of having a sister, more like a twin in my life. I have heard some side gist of how young female werewolf craves to find their mates after they shapeshift. The nervousness, beautiful flower-patterned dress, and delightful comments everyone keeps showering on her till the beautiful moment when she finds her mate.
She sees no fulfilling joy in life from anything around her until she meets her mate. Yeah! yeah! yeah! all those beautiful moments. Dad has tried to explain the tradition of the pack to me but Veda means a lot to me. Whether or not I find a mate, which I am not craving for one now. I know I will be fine. then I thought again, how about if she gets to wants a mate. I had to shut that thought immediately because I would start feeling terrible knowing that are maybe left alone someday.
Suddenly, I felt the strong harsh grip on my ankle, I woke up fully from my half-sleep as I was dragged out of my bed by my ankles.
I behold the image of Violeta's yellow eyes as she yelled at me, “Sleepy brat” The word was still echoing in my head while I landed on my bedroom cemented floor. My shoulder and elbow took the bulk of my weight and I could feel the bruise forming, adding a bright reddish mark on my heavily bruised body. I let out a small whine of pain but refused to give my mom the satisfaction of hearing me screaming loud. she would come into the room to fight Violeta to death. I have seen them fight that way when I was.., I think 6. yeah 6!. and I prayed not to witness another today like that.
“Get up!” She yelled at me.
“I have checked the clothes you washed for me during your routine chores days and they all still looking dirty. I could still find some stain from food particular which fell on my dress while I ate 2 days ago on it. I know you never washed them with a clean heart, you just did hastily to justify your lazy ass.
I have seen it all and it is not satisfactory to me, so you will be serving your penalty right away while you still have to redo your chores and you will start now” Violeta smirk with one of her hands placed on the side on her waist, jerkin in anger. she storms out after a few seconds, slamming the door behind me, and the sound echoing throughout my room.
I wasn't feeling active the other night to continue washing those heaps of clothes, but I had to force myself to wash them. I was trying not to get nailed the next day by Violeta, but she still found all the effort I put in last night unsatisfactory.
I pushed myself off the floor slowly, feeling every ache in my body as I stood up and walked to my bathroom. I took a quick shower, scrubbing furiously at my body which I felt filthy from been dragged on the floor. Ouch! I try to ignore the pain as I used the sponge to scrub my side where she had kicked me. I was done in a bit.
My shoulder and my elbow bruises throb painfully as I got dressed, but I felt clean atleast that was worth it. I wore a pair of light gloomy skinny jeans, a cute white top with a small purple flower on it, and a pair of soft slippers.
Suddenly, I broke down.
Phew! I have to redo all the chores and continue working for the next two remaining days. A tiny drop of tears fell from my eyes and dropped on my small purple flower attached to my top. My gaze kept following through the dripping tears drop from my eyes until the flower got socked and mess up my white top. I pursed my lips, didn't want to continue feeling sad this morning. I didn't bother to change my white top it is of no use now, I just went on and began to redo all the washing.
4 hours later, I was done re-washing Violeta clothes. I had never washed her clothes for less hour than I have just spent. It feels joyous to her to see me get exhausted washing her clothes all day. I was about to get up from where I sat those long hours washing, then I felt a stabbing pain in my stomach. I wondered what could have caused the pain. I heard footsteps and tried to lift my head a bit. I saw Violeta carrying a plate of sandwiches, chicken wings, and a cup of mango juice to the dining.
I ignored the pain and formed a fake smile. My punishment involves not having food starting from the fresh next two days excluding weekends. so since it was Friday already I had just one day left. I felt the sharp pain in my stomach again, this time I couldn't ignore the pain anymore I stood up to go to the garbage room to weep, where I would have to sleep till tomorrow.
I hadn't gone a day without a meal, not even heard that anyone in the park went a whole day without a meal. it is only in my family that such a rule is emerging in the whole pack since I never heard about it elsewhere. I wondered why my mom had to agree to such a brutal rule in the house.
I worked into the storeroom, glaring at the floor, bare floor. then I looked up the ceiling not a fan up there and the light bulb is smashed. So I have to stay in such a dark and messy place, darkness unnerves me a lot.
I wanted to object to my sleeping in the trash room but my Dad will skin me alive when he gets a report about me while he is still in Beta training that I disrespected Violeta his wife.
He barely tries to find any fault in everything Violeta does, he sees everything she does as perfect to him. He would never scold her for anything. I have seen that happen all through my childhood till this point. Could it be I got lied to that I belong to this family while I am not?
I feel so scared of living here every day. I don't know what the future holds for me from the hands of Violeta but I pray I don't get to run away from home one day and not come back.
I know it will hurt my mom if I run away but I have to save my life from constant sorrow and save hers from constant fighting and from wailing to death after she sees me drop dead one day in this house because of Violeta wicked heart on me.
************AUTHOR'S NOTE************
Kindly read and add my new book "Alpha Prince Imperfect Mate" to your library. it is enlisted for the Royal Romance Contest.
I will be glad to get your supports. Thanks in advance.
- Writer
