"D...dad?" My voice is a shaky mess.
I barely called him and this time it got his attention as he turned to me. His eyes paused at the small amount of blood tracing my hands and my shirt.
The widening of his eyes had my insides curling in fear as I immediately stood up on my shaky legs. "D...dad... I... someone put the b...bloody knife in my bag. I.. I... swear I... don't know where it c...come from." My whole body was trembling in raw fear as dad sauntered towards me. I was expecting him to confront me and ask me questions but he struck me.
Pain shot through my cheek as I tried to stay calm. "I...I didn't do anything." Another strike and this one is harsher than the last one.
"I.." I tried to speak.
"Shut up bitch!" He spat and he punched me on the jaw. It was so brutal that I fell on the floor, also hitting my forehead on the table. I could feel warm blood trailing down my temple, the bitter taste of blood in my mouth as I tried to breathe. My head was getting dizzy.
He didn't even let me breathe and kicked me hard in the stomach. A sharp cry tore through my lips at that excruciating pain.
But he didn't stop. He looked drunk and outrageous as he continued to kick me aimlessly, his brutal kicks hit my stomach, my legs, my ribs. I was in pain. So much pain.
My head was pounding and black dots started to appear in my line of vision.
He will kill me today.
I was so damn sure he would kill me today.
A harsh kick to my head knocked me out cold on the floor.
My consciousness came back before I could open my eyes. I blinked several times to adjust my eyes to the surroundings. The pain was the first thing that shot through my body in zaps.
I could feel someone touching my hands, opening my eyes properly. I looked down only to scream in pure horror.
My dad was holding the tip of the knife with the glove-covered hand and he was forcefully making my hand wrap around the holder. He did it with my right hand.
I was frozen. My throat was as if scrubbed with sandpaper. My lungs forgot the basic function of breathing when my dad spoke up.
"You know there's a bounty to capture the person who killed that boy. His parents want the culprit. I know you pathetic shit can't kill a fly but someone wants to frame you and I need the money they are offering, now the dagger has your fingerprints. Glad you're worth something, bitch." He spat venomously right at my face.
My heart bleeds at his words. I looked down to find my hands and feet were restrained. It would've been so much better if I was born an orphan. Dads are supposed to love their kids no matter what but my dad wants to frame me for something which I never did only for a few piles of money.
I watched in horror as my dad called the cops, he walked out of the house as he talked and my eyes again landed on the knife in my hand. I did the first thing that came into my mind. I started cutting the rope with that same knife and it was working.
Once my hands were free I immediately opened the ropes around my feet and stood on my shaky legs with the help of the sofa. I threw that knife on the sofa and limped towards the back door.
There was only one thing going on in my head. I must escape.
I opened the back door and closed it behind me. A surge of new energy came into me as I made a mad run for my life. I ran through the old streets as the area got dimmer and dimmer and there was barely a house or two around but I still didn't stop.
Adrenaline was rushing through my system. I cannot go to the cops knowing that my father has the knife with my fingerprints. I want to kill myself for my stupidity to leave that knife behind.
I was on an abandoned road and I could hear a car coming from behind so I immediately ran into the woods. On the road, they could easily find me so I must use the forest as an escape.
It was dark. So dark. Only moonlight was my companion as I ran. I know my body would give up on me anytime now so I didn't want to take the risks. I want to be far away.
I am glad I was still wearing my sneakers, otherwise, my feet would be a bleeding mess with all the sharp branches and sharp small rocks all over.
My eyes are swelling with all the beating my father gave me. I already staggered several times while running. Black dots appeared in my vision but I didn't give up. I was scared, so damn scared but I ran and ran.
There was just night chirping of insects or Lord knows what. I just knew I'm far deep in the forest. If I stopped here, I would surely be the fresh yet bruised meat for the wild animals.
This thought alone fastened my pace. It was so dark that I didn't see a rock and my foot got tangled with it. I hit the floor hard. A groan of pain left my lips and a sob tore through my body but no voice came out of my lips.
My throat was so parched that I felt I lost my vocal cords.
Everything hurts and I could make out nothing. From the numb feeling of it, I know my foot is broken or sprained. I just couldn't feel the pain of it. Pain always comes after some time, numbness is the first thing that could be felt. I'm well aware of pain.
My father made sure I tasted pain every single day.
Darkness was slowly clouding my vision as I tried to stand. But I just couldn't, my body gave up on me. I was losing it.
My heart jolted and a heart attack was on its way when I heard the dry twigs breaking and bushes were moving as if someone was walking through it.
I flinched back, my head completely dizzy. My eyes were hoody and I was at the brink of losing my consciousness when I saw a big black wolf approaching me.
I tried to scoot back, a soundless whimper left my lips. As if sensing my intense terror the wolf stopped. It wasn't a normal-sized wolf. No. It is a massive-sized wolf, gazing at me with golden swirls of eyes.
The wolf was growling as if it was outrageous. I'm not a threat, I wanted to say.
He could eat me whole in just two bites.
Tears were continuously pouring out of my eyes as I tried to stay awake.
I tried my hardest.
But I just couldn't. Blackness seeped through my brain as I slowly drifted into darkness, knowing fully well that I would become the feast for this wolf.
Maybe I could complain to God about my life when I meet him next.
A groan of pain left my lips before I could even open my eyes, my eyelids felt as if a ton of weight was placed on them. My body, well my body was as if a bulldozer had run over me. I couldn't even move my hands. Wait... I'm alive? I sure can breathe. There was an earthy, musky, very soothing scent around me. I tried to open my eyes and it was a great deal of a job in itself. I opened my eyes with the utmost difficulty, my vision was all blurry as I blinked several times to adjust my sight. There was a sharp pounding headache and my head felt like a mountain that was being crushed. I winced when I tried to move. There was so much pain in my body. I blinked at the ceiling, still drowned in the pain when last
I tried to sleep. I tried. But I just couldn't fall asleep with all the thoughts running through my mind. Was it Levi who put that knife in my bag? Was it him who killed that guy and tried to blame me because I saw him beating that guy just a day before? It was all his plan to frame me but I never expected my father to do such a thing. He knew I couldn't kill anyone yet for the small amount of money he was all too ready to sacrifice me. It was soo stupid of me to leave that dagger with my fingerprints behind, I should've brought it with me, in that way they won't have any proof against me. When I went unconscious I was hundred percent sure that the wolf would eat me. But the Lord sent an angel for me. I thought God hated me but apparently, that wasn't the case. Come to think of it, what was Mr. Damon Black doing there in the firs
Damon It was my daily routine to check the area around my place. I didn't have my pack members around here to patrol around the cottage so it was one of my habits to run through the woods in my wolf form. Today I decided to do a little hunting but all of a sudden my step halted as I came to a screeching stop when an intoxicating scent reached my nostrils. My wolf Hawk became restless all of a sudden urging me to follow this sweet floral scent. It was so strong and potent. So fucking delicious and alluring. I've never smelled such a bewitching scent before and now as I tracked the scent I couldn't help but think to whom this exquisite scent belonged. I walked through the bushes and came to a dead stop when I saw a small girl
Riley As I stared at the news all I felt was pure horror. The anchor was continuously saying Riley Miller killed her classmate. My father, David Miller appeared on the screen. He looked sad and broken, as he admitted in front of the camera how he saw a bloodied dagger in my bag. He was ready to hand me over to the police but I escaped. He was acting like a good man. The fork fell from my hand on the plate as it made a clattering sound. Damon's head snapped in my direction and my heart dropped into the pit of my stomach. His face was emotionless and his eyes appeared darker. He knows that Riley was me, it was written all over his face.
I was back in my room. The bloodied dagger was on my bed, mocking me of the crime I never committed. The door creaked open and my dad walked in. He looked murderous. There was a large slash on his chest and he was bleeding profusely but at the same time, he approached me. He was holding another dagger. It was bloody too. I cried and jumped off the bed as I begged him not to hurt me. But he was furious, mad. His eyes were red in anger as he lunged at me. A cry tore through my lips when he stabbed me in the stomach. There was so much pain as blood oozed out. I tried to stop the bleeding but it was impossible. That wasn't it, my father continued to stab me as he yelled. "Murderer. Murderer. Murderer
The next day I decided to leave the room and check around the place, I hope Damon won’t mind it. He was the one who said that I should roam around, the change of scenery could be helpful for me. I woke up way too early today. Damon was gone when I woke up and I felt sorry for making him sleep on that tiny couch. It was still weird for me that only one man lived in this whole big cottage. I was walking through the hall when I heard some music coming from the left corridor so I walked there slowly only to pause when I saw a huge indoor gym. The music was blasting but it wasn’t the gym that caught my eyes. It was Damon ‘hot’ Black. He was shirtless, only in his sweats as he was doing what I presume were pull-up
I made food for him. He helped me in finding the spices and all the stuff in the kitchen. Once I got familiar, it was easy for me to cook. I noticed that he ate like a Tyrannosaurus aka T. Rex. I noticed how he stayed at home the whole day. He works from his study. I still didn’t know what he did for a living. In reality, I know nothing about him. And on the other hand, he knew a lot about me. I made dinner for both of us. It took me an hour and the dinner was ready as I set up the table and waited for me. I've made up my mind to ask him what was happening regarding my case. He came and sat down on the chair and rubbed his hands together. "It smelled delicious." He complimented me and I too sat down opposite him. We served ourselv
Third person's POV Damon walked through the rusty, dimly lit corridor that reeked of a disgusting smell. He opened the door and walked in with slow threatening steps. His prey was already there on the chair, tied and gagged. Trembling like a leaf as if he has seen death himself. Damon stood in the shadows for the longest of time. Enjoying the terror that danced in the eyes of his captive. The pathetic thing tried to struggle, he even tried to say something but it was muffled with the gag. "Hello, Levi," Damon said in his gruff voice. The guy visibly flinched when Damon stepped out of the shadows. His face, a mask of anger. The guy stopped strug