Chapter Two

Cameron wanted to curse at her luck so badly, it was almost as if things never fell in her place. Deep down she knew she had nothing to do with the present condition the car was in. Harry's Rolls Royce was totally battered, the beautiful white spotless car looked condemned. The entire rear was beyond repair.

Harry clenched and unclenched his palm, Eve and Samantha noticed the movement and shifted back a bit. Whenever he was angry nothing stopped him from almost snuffing life out of the person.

The last time he had lost his temper, and almost sent Cameron into a coma , had been a situation like this. It had happened about a year ago, when Samantha had thrown a party in the house while the parents were away on a vacation.

The party got so wild, they had ruined some expensive artifacts in the house. Cameron, who had been away at her bestfriends Phoenix house for a sleepover, had returned home to a house looking like a dump site. 

Samantha had begged her to stand in for her instead, Harry had never had any issues with her then and she didn't want to be on his bad side. Cameron felt moved seeing the greatest egoistic witch Samantha plead for her help, in her naive state she had boldly told her father the party was held by her.

In his rage, Harry had sent Cameron flying across the room with one swift blow making her hit her head against the wall. She lost consciousness almost immediately. Her wolf had shifted to keep her alive, the whole household thought she was going to die.

To teach her a lesson, he had kept her up in the Arctic and refused to let her dine with the rest of the family.

Seeing his face morph into an emotionless mask, Cameron knew she wasn't going to escape the wrath of her father. She begged ceaselessly in her mind trying to look into his eyes for him to sense her innocence. But Harry looked blinded with rage.

"You Bitch!" He growled, slapping her hard across the face. He couldn't believe his car was ruined, that was his favorite toy in the garage and prided himself in it whenever he drove it around. He couldn't believe the car had become condemned.

Cameron sniffed, feeling dizzy at the effect of the slap. Staggering back to face her father, she still tried to defend herself.

"Dad...I..." 

"Shut up." Harry interjected, in a jiffy he grabbed her neatly packed ponytail towards the basement area. 

Cameron fought ceaselessly knowing what that meant she kept repeating that she knew nothing about it. But Harry wasn't listening, Samantha and her mother shared an inner smile as they walked behind the father and daughter duo.

"I will make you pay for this." He told her, still pulling at her hair violently.

Being a respected Gamma in the pack, he knew it would be unheard of to have his daughter being bashed nastily. Because of such talks spreading across the pack, he made the basement his punishment arena. There he had in store a whole lot of tools that could do bodily harm.

The basement looked like an abattoir with different tormenting tools to make a grown man shiver. Pushing Cameron to the floor violently, he headed to a part of the wall where he kept his whips. Pulling out an extra thick and long whip, he swiped it at Cameron's back making her let out a painful scream.

"Please daddy, I promise it wasn't me." She pleaded.

"Stop lying, you conniving bitch. I warned you to not step on my path." Harry kept on whipping her continuously.

Cameron tried to protect herself, but there was only little she could do without the whip reaching every path of her. Samantha watched the whole scene as it unfolded, smirking to herself at the corner of the room.

"Was Jaden hurt?" Eve asked her daughter, she didn't know the exact picture of what went wrong. But since she had gotten the text from Samantha, she knew she had indulged in an accident.

Samantha snorted, "nah, we are both fine. This would make my day." She giggled pointing at Cameron, who was writhing on the floor in pain.

" I promise to make you pay for every inch of that car. Your blood and sweat would dry up, until you get my car back." He continued still whipping her.

Cameron had lost the cause to keep fighting it, she only shut her eyes tightly as each stroke landed on her back. Her wolf whimpered at the effect of the whip, she muffled her cries with her palm to keep her voice from waning.

Harry didn't stop with the whip, until he was getting tired himself. The sight of his daughter just always made his heart churn. He had loved Elena so much, seeing the same reason why he had lost his dear wife looking so much like her. Just made him always wish Cameron was never born.

"This won't be the end." He told her, leaving the basement after dumping the whip on her. The rest of the family followed behind him throwing sneers at Cameron.

Cameron sobbed bitterly with her head bowed to the ground. These were dire times she wished her mother hadn't bailed out on her and died. It was one thing to be beaten roughly all because you probably are a continuous offender.

 But her case was entirely different, the car had a camdash that could prove the truth about whomever had driven the car. Instead, her father had decided to believe mere speculations and take it upon himself to snuff life out of her.

She pulled herself sitting in a corner across the room, Cameron wished she had someone to cry to. It would be disappointing to talk about her ordeals to anyone in the pack. It was almost as if everyone in the pack was out to get her for one reason or the other.

At eighteen, being in senior year at high school she still can't find her mate. No one would want a latent wolf for a mate anyways. Her whole life was a mess, and it made her feel unloved and unlucky.

Feeling like she had wallowed in self pity enough, Cameron carried her battered body gently moving towards the house, she hoped none of them was nearby.

They might change their mind and unleash more pain on her. To her relief, they had all gone to their separate rooms. Heading to the bathroom as soon as she got into the house, she tore out her blood stained white shirt, checking the deep scars her body would end up having.

Taking out a relief cream from her drawer she gently applied it on the part of her body her hands can reach. Just as she was about to return to the tub her eyes caught sight of the pack of pain relief pill and cream she had. Tears formed in her eyes, dropping on them. 

Pushing it back in, she changed into a white long necked top to hide her scars, tucking it In with the skirt that served as her school uniform. Combining her hair, she released the hair making it fall. She tried to avoid any pulling as her scalp ached badly.

Dabbing at her face with some concealer, she tried to keep a normal face forcing a smile on it. She grabbed her back pack and headed out of the house, with a burning pain in the marks on her back.