Emerald
After Debra left from tending my wounds and feeding me to gain strength, she soon left to continue her duties in the house. I was in the house my parents were given when my dad became Alpha and my mom Luna. It was passed down from his father and the one before him and so on and so forth. Generations of our family had lived in this house and here I was, up in the attic, only experiencing one portion of it.
I was left to my thoughts for the rest of the day, until the evening when one of my brothers would come up. It was the same every night, or- if lucky- every other night. They'd usually skip two days out of the week I suppose to yell at me and then turn into an eventual beating.
I never truly listened anymore because it was all the same. I just wish it could be that way when it came to the abuse. Though I experienced the same pain everyday, my body had yet to grow accustomed to it. But I handled it like I didn't feel anything. Because if I cried it would only get worse. But at times, when I wasn't showing any emotion, they didn't like it and continued until they got a rise out of me. On rare occasions though.
And once they were gone, I was left alone- either unconscious or wallowing in my own pain. I would cry myself to sleep if I was still awake, wondering why I had to be put in this predicament. And then I grow subject to feeling guilty at the fact that it was my fault my parents died and that I deserved everything that happened to me.
But of course I wish it could have a different outcome.
At this point, I was praying for my death- wondering why it hadn't come. And for hours on in, laying in my room, I continued to wonder. It had been nine years total of this abuse. My wounds never properly healed and I was becoming weaker and weaker by the days. And yet I was still alive. I grew angry at that aspect. I grew frustrated.
It was clear I was going to die in here, why not speed up the process? Why make me suffer? Nine years was enough and I had had it.
As everyday, I prayed this would be my last.
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The day grew dark and I knew it was a matter of time before one of my brothers made a presence. I stayed in bed, not like I had much of a choice considering my body, and stared at the ceiling.
Being in here for so long could drive a person mad. For a long period of time I believed I was, and maybe I am. But at this point I didn't know nor did I care.
I heard keys enter multiple locks on the door and eventually it was opening. I tried to maintain a steady heartbeat, to not show fear in this state. But once the door closed and was locked, I couldn't help but feel the nervousness begin to set in. I had turned my eyes to who it was that had entered, I never really knew who it was. Though I asked Debra for the names each time, I never truly knew which one was which. Just by how hard they decided to beat me that night.
At this point I couldn't really even tie them to who they used to be, it being vague.
"You know," he said, pulling up a chair and sitting on it. "It's amazing you're still alive." This is how all nights began. A conversation that lasted maybe fifteen minutes before they got angry and began to verbally attack me. Which would then lead to the physical. "It's been what- eight years of this?"
"Nine," I croak, correcting him.
"I'm sorry?" he questions, as if he didn't hear me.
"It's been nine years," I repeat.
He whistles. "You are one nut to crack." It sounded like a compliment but I knew it wasn't. "Just look at you. You're pathetic and yet you still have the nerve to be alive- after nine fucking years. How?" I don't answer, not sure if he wanted me to. "Huh?!" he yells. "How?!"
"I don't know," I croak again.
He laughs. "You don't know?" he questions. "You let mom and dad die for you and yet you have the nerve to still be in my presence, telling me that you don't know why you're alive. I don't believe you." I remained quiet. "It should've been you. They should've never gone out there to fight for you, to protect you, it should've been you." Again I remained quiet. Which resulted in him grabbing my ankle harshly and pulling me down the rough twin bed I was in. I wince loudly as my back went over the springs, my body protesting to the sudden movement. "What do you have to say for yourself?" I say nothing. And that resulted in a slap in the face. "Huh?!" he yelled. "What do you have to say for yourself?!"
I'll admit. This time was much quicker getting into physical abuse. He slapped me so hard that my vision wasn't blurred. Blurred so bad that I couldn't make out his face. My cheek was throbbing and I felt the swelling beginning to come, on top of the bruise that was already formed.
I soon felt his hand on my neck, squeezing it, restricting my airways. My eyes grew wide as I weakly placed my hand on his wrist, trying to stop him. I didn't know why I was trying, because every fiber in my body wanted me to die.
"That requires a fucking answer," he said bitterly.
"I'm... I'm..."
"You're what?!" he yells, punching me in the gut. I gasped for the little breath of air as he was still holding my neck tightly. He soon flung me against the wall opposite of my bed and I hit hard, falling to the ground harder. I was coughing, trying to gain oxygen, but I couldn't even move because my body was that weak. He didn't stop, he came over to me and grabbed my hair, pulling it back roughly, making my scalp strain. I let out an inaudible scream. "You're what Emerald?"
"I'm..." I gasp in. "Sorry."
I felt his eyes on me, possibly not knowing what to do. I had never apologized before, never to my knowledge. I usually let them continue talking even though they tried to force a word out of me. I didn't allow it. But this time, for some reason, I apologized.
"You're sorry?" he questions. I nod my head as best as I could with his death grip on my hair. He chuckles darkly, letting go of my hair and punching me square in the face, on my other cheek that he hadn't yet hit. "You're sorry?!" he repeats. He kicked my torso. "Sorry isn't going to cut it Emerald!" Another kick. "They died for you and all you have to say is 'I'm sorry'!" He kicked me in my face. "You useless piece of shit."
And from there it continued. Kicking my stomach, my chest, my face. Getting on his knees and attacking me with his fists. He wasn't fast to grow tired. But what I came to realize is that the more he punched, kicked, and banged my head, I was growing weaker. And not in the sense of just growing unconscious but feeling like I was leaving my body.
It was a shame.
I was growing excited to die.
AnonymousOnce Trent left the room, locking all four locks, he was soon heading downstairs quickly to clean up his bloody hands and shoes. He was fuming, livid. Him always being the one to lose his temper quickly amongst his two brothers. Once he was out of sight, he made his way to the door, unlocking it with a bobby pin. It was hard no doubt, but it needed to be done before anyone found out. He had seen them come in and out of this room for years, no one being the wiser that Emerald was being held in there. Everyone thought she was dead. When he got the forth lock unlocked, he pushed open the door. But something was different this time. He expected to hear her slow heartbeat, as he had previous times before. But he didn't hear anything. That quickened his motions and went further inside to find her on the floor, looking lifeless. It wasn't for the lack of audibleness from her heart, he wouldn't be so nervous. He knelt down in front of her and began to shake her lifeless body.
AnonymousAn hour and a half.That's how long it took before he began to see anything that could potentially be Malena's home. For the past hour and a half all he saw was trees and darkness. But as he was nearing the border, he soon found a small cabin. If it weren't for the smoke coming out of the brick chimney, he would've overlooked it. Not smelling a definite scent, he made his way to the cabin. Balancing Emerald in one arm, he knocked repeatedly on the door for someone to answer. His heart was pounding, hoping he found who it was he was looking for. He heard movement coming from inside and eventually the door opened. A woman who looked to be in her late thirties opened the door. She was stunning. Couldn't be any taller than 5'4'' but with her petite stature, she was drop-dead gorgeous. Her cheekbones were highly accentuated, her luxurious black hair tumbling down her waist, her lips plump. She was petite in her stature but no doubt men and women could feel intimidated by her.
Emerald"Emerald," said a soft and clear voice. I didn't remember anything. But I knew what I felt. And I felt free, absolutely free. I didn't feel pain, I didn't feel guilt whatsoever. I felt... alive. I don't remember the last I felt like this, if ever. I heard my name continuing to be repeated. By the same soft and angelic voice. It reminded me of my mother and thought of her brought a mental smile. She yearned for the voice of her mom, her gentle touch, her angelic like laugh. Everything. "Emerald," said the voice again. "Mom?" she asked groggily but hopefully.Opening my eyes, I was met by a bright light outlining a figure of a woman. The figure looked a lot like my mom but the more I adjusted to the sudden setting, the more I realized it wasn't her. This woman was flawless. Long luxurious hair, golden tan like skin, face that bore no wrinkles, acne, dark spots- nothing. She was gorgeous. I grew confused as to who she was, where I was, why I was here. "Ah so many questions I
Anonymous He had left not too long after Emerald began to breathe. The sun was beginning to rise and soon his pack would wake up and notice his absence. It wouldn't be long before her brothers would notice that their sister was no longer there, but he had more time till they discovered her missing, unlike them discovering he was gone. Malena was left with her, looking over her restlessly. When the sun had fully risen, she began to sense her awakening at any moment. She knew that Emerald would be confused as to this being the first time she's been out of captivity for nine years. She expected it and was mentally preparing herself for the countless questions she might receive. After heating herself some water for her tea, she put the kettle on the coffee table along with the two cups. Not long after she placed the cups down, Emerald gasped out of her sleep. Malena, who was sitting on the coffee table pouring the hot water in the tea cups, faced her, looking at her calmly. Emerald's e
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Emerald mentally sighed to myself as Malena walked to the front door. I wanted my questions fully answered, not vaguely and through some riddles. What was wrong with having legitimate answers? As I continued to be deep in thought, I soon heard my name being called. Tearing my eyes away from nothing in particular, I turn my head and see Malena standing there with another woman. The woman was beautiful, not surprising me one bit. In ways she looked a lot like Malena, as if they were related somehow. "Sisters?" I questioned . Her friend grinned. "She's observant," she says. Yep, definitely sisters. "I'm Jemma, it is an honor to meet you.""So I've been told," I say, standing.Jemma looks at Malena confused. "She doesn't know," Malena said softly. Or at least she tried to speak softly, my werewolf hearing prevented that. Jemma's eyes somewhat widened but nevertheless she nodded. "Are you ready to go?" she questions. Nodding my head, I stood and waited for her to go to the door so we
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