Chapter two.

SCAR'S POV(continuation.) 

I reach the door to find it unlocked. 

That's means he is back. I look up to the heavens wishing he's asleep, my heart beating frantically against my rib cage. 

I slowly push the door open and head for the stairs, hoping to get to my room unnoticed. 

"Where have you been." I hear him snarl and a crash follows. I stare at the wall in which the beer bottle meant for my head collides, crashing to the ground.

He walks towards me, then grab a fistful of my hair yanking it roughly. 

"Tell me, where have you been." He asks. His hand connects with my stomach, earning a gasp from me. Pain erupting in the spot. Letting go, he pushes me to the ground.

I keep shut, knowing my response will only make things worse. It's better to endure until he gets tired.

"Oh, I see you slut, did you skip school to go see your boyfriend." He yell angrily,his leg repeatedly landing on my stomach. 

I  cough up, rolling on my stomach. It's a miracle I am not spitting out blood.

Seeing he won't get any answers, he gives me one last blow on my head then storms out of the room. 

To get more drunk I guess. 

I drag my weak body to my room, more like  the storage room, which have serve as my room since mom left me with the empty shell of my father. 

For real it's not that bad now my body have gotten use to it's condition.

I lie on my bed, today's events running through my mind. 

No I won't cry, not now not ever. 

You are strong Scar. You are more stronger than this. 

I console myself till I drift to sleep. 

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"Wake up bitch." A voice says accompanied by a sharp pain in my head, where he's boots have landed. 

"Were you trying to starve me?" he scoffs then drags me out of my bed with my hair pushing me out of the room. 

"I need food, so go make it." He commands, his breath smelling badly of alcohol. 

I sluggishly push myself to the kitchen, and in matter of minutes whip up a soup. 

I pack the soup and bread in a tray then head for his room. 

My hands moves to the nob, but then stops at the sound of a voice. 

"are you sure?" An unfamiliar voice asks, from the way it sounds, I can easily guess its a phone call. 

"Yes, she's turning eighteen very soon, and doesn't knows anything about us." Dad replies. 

Who's 'US'

"OK then, see you soon." The unfamiliar voice says. 

I was going to wait for seconds before going in, but then the door jerks open. 

"You can come in now." He say's, an ugly smirk etched on his lips. 

"Put the tray on the table." He says referring to the one near his bed. 

I slowly walk to the table, my heart beating violently as I drop the tray of food on the table. 

I turn to see he's right in front of me. He's hands push me roughly and I fall on the bed. 

What is he doing?

"Since you find it fun to eavesdrop, am sure you will find this fun too." He loosen his belt then takes off his trousers. His eyes roaming down my body.

"You will be going away soon anyway, so let's just have a little fun." 

My blood pumps faster as he climbs on top of me then tears off my worn out T-shirt, before tearing off my skirt. 

He gives me a sick smile, pinning my hand on the bed above my head. 

No, this can't happen. Anything but this. 

Breath Scar. Breath. Now think.

I need to get out of here.

I kick him, where the sun doesn't shine and he rolls off me, without much hesitation I grab a whiskey bottle from the table then smatch it on his head.  

That seems to slow him down as he grabs his head in pain.

Not caring about my appearance, I grab my worn out coat by the door then bolt out of the house, and into the woods. 

That's the only way he won't be able to find me. 

I don't look back, even if it seems like I have been running for hours and my body can't take it anymore. 

I can't stop, not even to catch my breath. 

The moonlight serve as my only friend, as I drag my weak body through the woods, my mind haunting me with the thought of monsters ready to devour me. 

I shouldn't have left. no. I did the right thing, maybe I should have left sooner. 

Now am going to die, in the middle of no where. Am not even married yet. 

My legs gives up on me, and I crash on the ground. 

Hah... My ankles hurt like fuck. I don't think I can go anymore.

My ears perks up at the sound of footsteps, I look up to see a very big black wolf approaching me. 

I never knew wolves could be this big, it's almost my height. No it's much more bigger.

Or maybe am losing my mind.

So this is how it all ends, am going to be a wolf's dinner, at least i'd be helping the poor wolf. 

The sound of bone cracking fills the air, and the wolf turns into a full, ass, naked, grown man. I try to keep my eyes off the no go area as I fix my eyes on his flawless face, blessed with the moon light. 

Am sure am losing my mind.

His grey eye's are the last thing I see, then it all blacks out. 

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I jerk up, sweat running down my fore head. What a weird dream. 

A wolf turns into a human ,so funny Scar.

A yawn escapes my lips, as I take in my surrounding. 

Sunlight, since when did my room have a window, and how did my bed get so big and soft. 

Wait.... This isn't my room. 

My eyes rooms around the room, until they fall on a pair of grey eyes staring back at me. 

The dream, it wasn't a dream. 

"You." I call, but it comes out as a wheeze. 

My throat feels dry, and scratchy. It feels like a dessert down there.

"Water." He asks, then hands me a cup. 

His voice sending shivers through me. Deep and rough.

Wait, what if its poisoned? Well i'd just die, for now I need water. 

I hesitantly accept the cup, then drink take a few gulp which turns out as all the content in the cup.

"The wolf, you?" I ask, not caring about how stupid I sound. 

Someone with brains should understand.

"Yes." He reply, his eyes watching me with curiosity. 

"You are the wolf?" I ask again and he nods. 

"So... Am kind off a sacrifice, or maybe a meal." 

"No, you are let's say, a special guest." He says with a chuckle, which has a weird reaction on me. 

"So you aren't going to eat me."

"We don't eat our guest silly." He reply, then pause staring into space. 

(If I keep up updating at this rate,we might finish the book before you know it. Love yal. ADIOS.)