The Curse of the Human Wolf

Introductions

Viola Pov:

"Take that!" He tossed the empty beer can at the back of my head and I would be lying if I said it didn't hurt. I grimaced and bent over to pick up the can to add it to the bin packet I was holding. There were whistles and laughter and I felt so embarrassed and self conscious. 5 years of this and I'm still not used to it. "Viola!" Shouts Damon, "Is that a condom on your back?" All the boys sitting with him erupt in laughter.

I bite the inside of my bottom lip and blink multiple times, refusing them to see any sign of weakness. I reach onto my back and pull the sticky plastic to the front and toss it in the packet.

As you would of heard, I'm Viola and I'm 18, well not yet, in a few days to be exact. And then with all the money I saved up, I'm going to get on a bus and get as far away as possible from this place. From these people. The guy throwing things at me, that's my brother Damon. He's a year older than me. Our Dad is a morbid alcoholic and Our mother, she's an alcoholic and a s*x addict. That's what she does for money. I tried to get her to stop when I was 13 but everything took a different turn...

"You think you're better than me?" She raged in her southern accent. "No mom!" I was choking on sobs as she held my father's belt and swung at me hard. "You're the daughter of a slut!" She screamed as she swung again, "I would remember that if I was you, before you dare go around judging me!" She dropped the belt and stared at me with venom, My eyes were puffy and streaked with tears on red cheeks. My face had a raised bump where the belt swung and my shoulders and arms looked the same. It stung both physically and mentally. She turned to walk away, "you'll turn out like a w***e too!" She then walked away, her high heels Click-Clacking on the old wooden floors. I sat there crouched on the floor, just staring at the circular swirls in the wood, like eyes watching me. I hated my life.

That was when the daughterly treatment stopped and my family turned away from me. I would of left any way, even if things didn't turn out this way. We lived in a run down neighborhood, where the houses were miles apart and there was hardly any human interaction besides my family. Our home sweet home was a run down cabin, with bug infested furniture and hardly any hot water because we couldn't afford it.

My dad is 5 ft 10, with black scruffy hair which sits flat on his head. He had blue eyes and his skin was always covered in grease or smoke or maybe it was permanently stained that way. When I was little, I remember the way he would carry me and we would walk around the house and he would tell me fairytales about princesses like Cinderella and some how it all changed. He sits in the faded red couch and drinks constantly and doesn't say a word. My mom is 5 ft 5, She has orange hair which is always flowing in thick big curls because of her rollers she puts in on the nights she doesn't work or in the early mornings after she gets back. She has green eyes and skin that's spotted with age, but her figure is still voluptuous and desirable. Damon is 6 ft with black hair and green eyes, he's good looking but constantly dresses in baggy pants and tshirts, and he is always drinking. He's a carbon copy of my dad when he was his age. I do not look anything like my parents. My mom used to tell me that her grandmother looked like me but she didn't have any pictures to show me. I have long thick, dark brown hair, which is more wavy than curly. I have grey eyes and pale skin with big pouty pink lips. I'm 5 ft 6 but I doubt I'll grow anymore. I have slight curves in my hips and B cup boobs and my butt is quite big. This is my happy family, I guess.

I finished picking the trash and dumped the bag in the big black bin and headed inside. Damon and his friends were busy talking about girls and I didn't want to be the apple of their eye at present. I headed inside and washed the sink and plastic dinner table. I then put out a new table cloth and took the dirty one upstairs with me.