Abused

Melissa pov

I sat on the floor in my room, looking out of the completely open window at the enormous wad of light overhead. Heavy clouds covered the sky as another stormy night fell.

My room was illuminated by the flashing thunderbolts’ light as the wind shook the windows.

I listened as the distant howls subsided under the full moon. I should have turned with the other Werewolves in the pack, but I was an extraordinary Werewolf. I had power and control over my shifting at any time.

I looked sideways as the door of my room flung open and I saw my sister Jasmine stand in the door and gazing at me hatefully. She was holding a candle and a bowl. She strolled into the room and dropped the two of them on a table.

Because I knew what she had come to do, I got up. I tried to defend myself as she approached me, but I felt an invisible force push me onto the bed.

Jasmine used some dark arts she learned from a witch to take away my power every full moon because I was powerful. I cried as I tried unsuccessfully to get up and leave.

“Shut up, slut!” I was slapped in the face and yelled at by Jasmine. Jasmine then used a piece of cloth to gag my mouth while I wept as I felt the stinging pain on my cheek.

“I’m your older sister, and I deserve to have all of this power!” She said derisively and went to get the candle she had put on the table.

She held the candle over my head, the wind agitating the tiny flames, and I felt glued to the bed by her dark magic.

I started to feel weak, and the gag in my mouth prevented me from screaming.

She dropped the candle and picked up the bowl of water. She dipped her hand into the bowl and used her palm to scoop up water. She started to sprinkle the water on me and I started to feel more fragile and more vulnerable.

As she went on, my vision became blurry, and the last thing I saw before falling asleep was Jasmine’s wicked smile.

As I awoke from my sleep, I slowly opened my eyes. As the light from the large windows flooded into the room and attacked my eyes, I immediately closed my eyes.

As they adjusted to the light, I opened them once more slowly. I glanced around and saw that I was in my room with a gag around my mouth. I was able to move now, and I removed the gag from my mouth.

I was very weak when I got out of bed, and I could feel a sharp pain in the corners of my eyes.

I wanted to cry because Jasmine had rendered me completely helpless, but I was unable to.

Not today. I wouldn’t let myself cry because today was my 18th birthday.

I put my hand on it when I felt my stomach rumble. My stomach hurt so bad from the hunger I was feeling and I realized it had been two days since I ate but despite all that, I was made to endlessly work.

I slowly left my room and went to the living room. I was scared, yet I kept going anyway till I got to the dining room.

“Good gracious. It’s the Witch!” Jasmine’s voice reverberated through the room and she pointed at me with a sickened look.

My father immediately turned to face me after dropping his fork.

“Where are you going with this?” His eyes were filled with rage, and his voice rang out across the room. I winced and moved back a piece as he gazed at me with his yellow wolf eyes.

I would be ash on the floor right now if he had the power. Tears welled up in my eyes as I observed the hatred and disgust in his eyes.

I shouldn’t have been here. Despite being forbidden, I came nevertheless, because it was my birthday and my mother would have wanted me to be present and happy.

I mumbled, “I…..I……..” as my heart pounded. I was trying to think of something to say.

I croaked in fear, “It’s… it’s my birthday today,” and my father appeared even more furious.

I looked at Jasmine and said, “Oh look, it’s the princess’s birthday,” as I heard Jasmine laughing softly throughout the room. We should all bow down to her and praise her!” Her voice started out as tiny and mocking before turning thick and hateful.

“I told you not to come near this table!” He yelled at me.

“You are the reason my mate died, and I will never love you.” I will never love you.” Every word he yelled felt like a blow to the chest.

Since the day I was born, he has shown nothing but hatred because my mother died while giving birth to me.

“But I didn’t kill my mom!” I wept, knowing I would regret it.

“How dare you yell back at me!” He yelled at me before punching me in the face with his fist. As I landed on my buttocks and scratched the floor with my hand, I cried.

I raised my head and wiped the blood from my lips.

“You’re a bastard!” He yelled, then flung his coffee mug at me before I could respond.

I shouted as the ceramic broke against my skin and the extremely hot coffee splashed on me. I shrieked in pain as I felt my face burn and turn red.

My father left me and returned to the dining room table.

“Anna!” He yelled out a maid’s name..

Anna shouted, “Sir,” and dashed into the room before stopping to look at me on the floor.

“Take her away and tidy her up, then come clean up this mess” My dad instructed. Anna hurriedly approached me and helped me stand.

As she carelessly dragged me out of the room, I could feel my face burning.

“You slut! You just made my work harder!” She dragged me roughly while whining. Because of how much he detested me, not even the servant of my father respected me.

As tears began to run down my left cheek, I realized that I couldn’t keep my promise to myself. Since I had only just survived my father’s abuse, I felt weak.

“Slut, don’t slow me down!” Anna hollered as I strolled feebly and she pushed me. As I fell to the ground and lost my balance, a wave of dizziness washed all over me and I went unconscious.