The WereBear abused mate

Chapter six getting out

~~Star’s P.O.V~~

  Emma and I drove in silence for about thirty minutes, stopping once to get me something to eat and drink and then after we carried on driving. I was on guard the whole time, not knowing if she was going to try something and then we turned down a turn that if you weren't looking you would have easily missed it, but that just put me more on edge. Emma took another turn down this long bumpy dirt road and then around a few more curves, all the time I was looking around, wondering where we were going. We were driving through the woods and I looked out the window seeing rabbits hopping around, deer running and playing and I could have swore that I saw wolves running and a few bears walking around. It was weird but it had reminded me of that book I was reading and I was thankful that I had remembered to pack it up with the rest of my stuff. If I get the chance later I will read it when I am alone, but as I kept looking at the beautiful scenery a thought occurred to me that here I am sitting in a strange car with this strange woman and she was probably going to w***e me out or kill me. What the hell was I thinking when I got in this car with her? But she did say Nash’s name and for some reason I felt more at ease when I heard that, but then again she could be lying. We drove for another twenty minutes when we suddenly pulled up at a large iron gate and two huge strong men opened it up, making me tense up at the realisation that I probably would be locked up here. I had learned not to trust anyone, especially with how my father had treated me and how he drummed it into my head that no one would want me, so why would Emma or Nash. I was second guessing myself left right and centre, but for some reason the more time I spent in the car with Emma the more I felt I could trust her, but then again my instincts have been wrong before. Emma drove through the gate and the two men bowed their heads to her, which was really weird. We drove down a long bendy driveway and after ten minutes we finally pulled up in front of what I can only describe as a mansion. Emma parked the car up and I hesitated at first but in the end got out of the car. This place was so huge that I had to lean my head back in order to look at the huge mansion. It looked so beautiful, it was a light blue house with a huge porch so you could sit or stand with family and friends. It looked like it was right out of a country photo and I loved it, it felt so peaceful and it just felt right. Emma grabbed my two backpacks from the back seat of her car and I quickly took them from her, not wanting anyone to touch my stuff, especially a stranger.

~~Emma’s P.O.V~~

  The car ride was silent and uncomfortable, I knew she didn't trust me yet and who could blame her after what she has been through. I saw enough of what her dad did back at the house and I wanted to rip his throat out there and then, but that would have exposed me and only scared Star. I was hoping that she would at least say something but she didn't and I could feel how tense and scared she was. We finally pulled up at the pack house and when Star got out of the car her top lifted up a bit, exposing her side and I saw the bruises. Some were black, blue and purple, while others were older and looked like a browny yellow colour. I wondered how many she had and what other injuries she had, would they be that bad that they would need treating or would she be okay, there was only one way to find out, but I would only ask her about it once I got her up in her room and settled.

  “Nash, Kelly, I have brought Star here, but I don't want you to see her yet, give her time to settle in and rest for tonight. You can see her tomorrow, don't crowd her.” I said, mind-linking both my children and waited for their reply.

  “Okay mom.” Kelly replied and ended the link with me, but I knew she would be easier than Nash.

  “What? What do you mean she is here? What happened? How did you find her? Did you have this planned? Dad never said anything about it and I’m sitting with him right now.” Nash replied, bombarding me with questions and it was obvious that he was confused and worried.

  “Nash, your father will explain why she is here, but for now I have to get her settled in. she still doesn't trust me so I’m going to end the link now so she doesn't suspect anything.” I said and quickly ended the link before he could reply. After all tomorrow is the weekend, so they would have plenty of time with her then, if she let them that is.

  “Come on Star, i’ll show you to your room.” I said and she just nodded, still looking around her. I walked into the house with her cautiously following behind me and I knew this was going to be harder than I first thought it was. I showed her to her new room and walked inside, switching the lights on, Star carefully stepped in behind me, looking around as if she was expecting something to jump out at her. She put her bags on the floor and I went to the door and shut, then turned to look at her.

  “Star, I promise you that I am not going to hurt you, but I know that you have been abused. I saw what your father did to you, I saw the bruises on your side when you got out of the car and when my son came home and talked about you I knew straight away what was happening to you. I promise that it will never happen again, I won't let it, but will you please show me the rest of your injuries and maybe I could help treat them if they need it.” I said, but she just stood there staring at me and I could feel how scared she really was.

~~Star’s P.O.V~~

  What will this woman do to me if I dont show her? She could just be pretending to care and just beat me up even more. I won't let this happen to me again, I can't go through that again.

  “Listen Emma, I’m not trying to be rude, but for years my father has beaten me to a pulp and I have survived it, so if you're planning to do the same just know that I am a lot stronger than you think I am. My father didn't come out looking pretty half of the time. When I turned fifteen I started to fight back, I had to if I didnt he would have killed me by now. So if you're just doing this to get your kicks or make fun of me then fine, take a good look at the biggest joke of all.” I said and pulled my top over my head, tossing it on the bed and standing there for her to see what a mess I am.

  “Oh my God, your poor child. I promise you that no one will ever touch you or hurt you like this again. Can I come closer so I can see if they need treatment.” Emma said, gasping and shocking me with her reaction. I didn't expect her to be like this, I expected her to laugh at me and possibly try and get a few kicks in herself, but she genuinely looked shocked and upset. I slowly nodded and she walked over, gently examining my back and when she touched the latest bruises I had I winced at the pain.

  “I’m sorry, lay down on your stomach and I’ll go and get something to help with these. I’ll be right back.” Emma said and left the room, shutting the door behind her. She had only seen my back and it made her gasp, I wonder how she was going to react when she saw my legs and the front of me, would she react the same way or worse. She came back in after a few minutes, carrying a tray with some creams and other stuff on it.

  “I have a cream here that will help with your wounds and make the bruises heal faster, it will heal your ribs and the scars on your back will slowly go away. This cream is going to be cold though. Can I see your legs as well please?” Emma asked and I nodded.

  “Yes, you can see them.” I replied and took my baggy jeans off. I stayed with my back to her so Emma could only see the back of my body and I yet again heard her gasp. I knew my legs were really bad, they were covered in bruises, cuts, welts and scars from my dad's previous beatings.

  “Sweetie, I am so sorry that you had to go through this. Lay on the bed on your stomach and I will put the cream on.” Emma said and I did as she asked, grateful for the slightest relief she could offer with this pain. I lay there on my stomach and Emma stood next to the bed, getting a closer look at the injuries on my legs as she took the cream in her hands.

  “Now remember, this is going to be cold, but it will help and you will feel it working.” Emma said and as soon as she put her hand on my back I jumped from how cold it was. Emma started to gently and carefully rub the cream over my back and I winced from the pain it caused. I decided to talk through the pain, hoping it would calm me and take my mind off the pain.

  “You know you are the first person to ever see the scars and marks on my body, I never let anyone see them. I’ve been too scared to tell or show anyone, in case they laughed at me.” I said and stopped when she rubbed the cream over a fresh bruise that made me wince again.

  “Keep talking sweetie, it will help.” Emma said, still rubbing the cream in. 

  “When my mother died that's when the beatings started, he always said that serves her right for whoring around, but he never told me how she died and then my brother got killed. He went into the woods one day and never came back, the sheriff only found his ripped up clothes and brought them to dad, saying it was either a bear or bobcat that probably got him. The beatings got worse after that, there was one night when he came home and took his leather belt off and started hitting me with it. That was the night that I had enough and started hitting back, I got tired of getting beaten.” I said, it felt so easy to talk to her, especially when I couldn't see her face, so I couldn't see the pity she held for me. Emma sighed as she started rubbing the cream on my legs and I could feel it starting to get warm.

  “You know honey, none of this is your fault, it is his fault for what he has done to you. When Nash came back from school and started telling his father and I about you, I knew right away what was going on. You see, it happened to me when I was younger and his father, my husband saved me. It took a long time for me to get over it, but I did and I won't let the same thing happen to you.” Emma said, letting her guard down with me and helping me to let my guard down with her a little.

  “Now if you feel comfortable enough, would I be able to see your front?” Emma asked, finishing with my legs and I sighed. My front was a lot worse than my back and even though I felt comfortable with Emma now, I was still scared of how I looked and what her reaction would be. I nodded and closed my eyes as I rolled over onto my back and let her see my front.

~~Emma’s P.O.V~~

  Star was finally letting me in and I felt honoured that she had. I was horrified by the state of her back and legs, but when she showed me her front I was mortified, this poor poor girl, to have gone through all of this with no help at all. She had cuts and bruises all over, she had deep cuts that would need to be cleaned out and stitched up, to stop her getting an infection and to help them heal properly. I didn't want to think how long that bastard had done this to her for or how long she had suffered in silence. She had no one else to help her and it seemed that until my son found her that no one took any notice of her.

  “Sweetie, I’m going to have to give you an injection to numb your legs, okay. I’m afraid I’m going to have to stitch up a few of these cuts. I’ll be back.” I said and left the room to get what I needed. My husband was down in his office and when he saw me I just shook my head, I couldn't talk at the moment not after seeing how hurt she was. I would have to tell him later. I got the surgical needle and sutures and when my husband saw them he bowed his head, shaking it. I think that was enough to know how bad it really was. I went back upstairs to Star’s room and went inside to get started.