Lost Hope

Chapter 5

Ten years ago:

Larissa P.O.V

I remember on my seventh birthday, my father and I went for a walk to pick some flowers for my mother who was currently at home, baking a cake.

--Flashback--

It was my 7th birthday and all I ever wanted to do on my birthday was learn to be a fighter. That one day I could stand with our pack and fight anyone who dared to harm us. As we strolled deep in to the woods. I begged my father to teach me how to fight as we continued to walk through the woods while I annoyed him. He finally gave in and pushed me on to the ground. 

"Rule one, you have to control your anger and your wolf. Only shift if need too. In this scenario you don't need too." as my father yelled out pushing me even harder then the first. I could feel my wolf wanting to jump out but I tamed her. My father began to push me again while he yelled out "DON'T GET MAD! HOLD IT IN". After a few pushes I finally controlled her, my wolf. Father sounded so proud as he explained what's next "Second Rule is to concentrate on their moves. You will get some that will run at you full force without thinking and some who will observe your moves and react. Every second run change your approach." I followed his every word and i couldn't wait to get home to write it all down before I forget.

It was starting to get a little dark and a full moon was approaching. When the full moon hits that's when new born come out to hunt. Me and father shifted into our wolf and we made it safely home. As we approached our front steps my father looked disappointed and me and my wolf. He yelled at me to get upstairs and change. I Was confused as I did not know what I had done wrong.

I rushed upstairs and I could hear my father and mother fighting. I heard plates smash and my mother crying. I knew that they were fighting over me as my father was disappointed but I don't what about. That night was the last night we heard from our father. Not even a goodbye. Mother woke us up in the morning and told us our father was killed by rogues. Since then my sister's hated me.

--Flashback end--

Every day since then my sister's bullied me. Serene would rip my hair out, try and drown me sometimes she would throw rocks at me. Sharia blamed me for father's passing, wishing nothing but death and misery. 

Five years later:

One day my mother went to work and my sisters had to babysit me. I begged my mother not to leave me alone with them, I told her they hurt me. Though that didn't stop her from leaving us as she continued out the door.

Both my sister's had massive smirks across their faces as mother disappeared through the woods. Serene grabbed my neck then held me down while Sharia began to burn my legs with a lighter she had in her pocket. I tried to kick and scream but Serene had her hands over my mouth I thought she was going to break my jaw. Sharia grabbed my legs placing both hand on my burnt legs and began to squeeze. I couldn't take the pain no more so I tried to shift. As soon as I got there Sharia knocked me out cold. 

I awoke in a darkroom. My legs felt like they were on fire and my arms were chained to a wall. "Where am I?" As I whispered out to myself. I tried to break the chains by pulling on them but nothing. As the door open, the light that shined so bright it started stinging my eyes. As I blinked a few times Serene came in and unchained me. She chucked me a sandwich which went everywhere and left 2 bottles of water before she left she snapped her head back "Now you are to stay in here until we are ready to release you." As I began to whimper I just nodded my head. Serene closed the door and locked it. 

It must of been day's now since I have been in here. I had no food or water and I could feel my body was slowly slipping away. I tried to call out to my wolf but I heard nothing like she was dead. Finally the door opened and Sharia let me out. She warned me not to tell my mother that i stayed at my friend's house. I've been locked up for a week, since then I never said a word about the locker cupboard near the attic on the fifth floor. I never told my mother about the twins torturing me, i never told her a thing.