Last Chance

"Get your αss up you worthless piece of sh!t!" my so called "father" hollers from downstairs.

I open my eyes awaking from my nap and sigh escaping the serenity of my dreams. I lie there awake before getting up obediently from the warmth of my bed and trudge down the steps that leads me to the blaring voice.

"Why isn't my dinner ready yet?" he asks as soon as I enter the kitchen. I look towards him and take in his appearance, oily brown hair, glossy red eyes, and the same clothes he's been wearing for the last two days. "Drunk again," I think to myself.

When I don't answer his question he goes on to tell me that I'm worthless just like my mother was. I try really hard to ignore his hurtful comment and turn to the fridge to get out the ham, cheese, and mayo for sandwiches and lay it out on the counter.

I head to the pantry to grab the bread and see him from the corner of my eye stand from his seat at the table and start to make his way towards me. As he stands in front of me I take notice of the smell of whiskey lingering on his breath as he shouts in my face, "I don't want this sh!t!"

He pushes the contents off the counter and before I know it he strikes me hard across the face with the back of his hand. I feel the burn from the contact right away as my face sways to the right. "You know if I wasn't using you to pay the bills around here your αss would be on the streets where it should've been a long time ago," he spits in my face.

I wince waiting for him to hit me again after his rant and start to feel a warm liquid falling from my nose and wipe it away with the back of my hand. I look down to see the red substance staining my skin. I then look up to glance at him as I try to hold back the tears that threaten to fall. I know if they do it'll just get worse.

"What do you want to eat," I ask timidly. He stares at me like I'm the scum on the bottom of his shoes before he snarls, "Just get out of my face. I'm going to order me some food and you can just go to your room. I don't want to look at you for another second."

I turn away from him and quickly head up to my room and close the door. Once in the safety of my own room I let the unshed tears fall from my face. I cry silently against my bedroom door for awhile and then make my way to my bathroom.

I look in the mirror and take in my appearance. My long brown hair is disheveled and my blue eyes are red and swollen. I glance down and notice my nose is still dripping blood and starting to swell a little bit and my cheek is a dark shade of pink. I've treated myself plenty of times so this is nothing new. I was actually lucky this time it was just a nose bleed.

I wish my father wasn't like this. He hadn't always been this way. I remember it had started when we moved out of the pack house when I was fifteen after my mom had died. He had wanted to find solitude and couldn't handle the pressure the pack put on him as beta, second in command next to the alpha.

He started drinking and after a while he started to tell me that he hated my mother for leaving him and now he only talks bad about her. I look just like she did so I can just imagine how much he hates me, as I probably bring back memories every time he sees my face.

I never cared too much about finding my mate until the abuse got so bad that I just wanted to leave, but I know right now I have nowhere to go.

He started beating me at sixteen and at times I would need emergency care, but he wouldn't allow it. I learned how to treat myself from books and the internet. If I happen to not find my mate this year, when I graduate I want to go to away to medical school and become a doctor.

I'm seventeen now and turning eighteen tomorrow. This is the big one where I can hopefully find my mate and get out of this hell hole.

I just have to stay strong and make it through the rest of the school year.

I finish cleaning up my nose and head back into my bedroom to grab some pajamas from my drawer. I change into the first ones I find. I then turn off the light, and climb into my inviting bed.

I lay there and start to pray that tomorrow is going to be a better day. Soon after I fall into a soundless sleep with hope filling my heart and mind.

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