2- Visit

The next morning, I sat naked on the ground in the bathroom. It didn’t have much, a toilet, a very small shower that didn’t work half the time, a small sink and a dirty mirror. I had no more tears to cry at the moment.

I was worn out. I was tired. Tired of being abused, of being pushed around, of being someone’s punching bag, of waking up to deal with this, of living here.

With the strength I could muster up, I hauled myself up to look in the mirror. I hated what stared back at me. This girl had dull lifeless brown eyes. Dead brown hair that went to her waist. Scars that littered her body more than the trash that’s littering the ocean. Ugly hip bones and ribs are prominent from the lack of food she got, she ate about two times a week, maybe three if she was lucky, even if it was three she would be puking it up within minutes, only made possible by her beatings.

A frame that was too small, barely had any curves. A collarbone that is too defined. Grim eye-bags. Her body had too many scars to find it attractive. Her breasts are bruised from being groped too aggressively. Her skin was a deathly pale from never being out in the sun. Her knees had bruises from always being forced on them. She looked revolting.

When I looked back up at my face, tears were coming down. Stupid silent tears. With those thoughts in my head, I reached for my razor blade. I’ve done this a million times, nothing I’m not used to. I lined the blade on my wrist and applied pressure, pulling down vertically. It pierced my skin and I let out a shaky breath. After the cut was made a small wave of satisfaction came over me. I kept cutting and cutting.

'You’ll never be worth anything.'

'Slut.'

'You could never make anyone happy.'

The sobs came out of my mouth in silence. I continued slicing until I was satisfied.

...As satisfied as I could be...

I washed off my arms, and wrapped them, then threw on clothes so that Alpha Chris doesn’t see them. Even though my beatings are terrible, it will be ten thousand times worse if he found out I continued to do it behind his back. One time he caught me in the act when I was fifteen. He told me that ‘I wasn’t good enough to be able to injure myself’. It didn’t make much sense and it still doesn’t. I guess only he wants to harm me, but everyone else does it, so he’s not that special. And he knows that.

“Slut!” Alpha Chris yelled. I flinched and braced myself as I walked to his office and proceeded to knock on Alpha’s office door.

“Come in, bitch!”. I flinched again, then I opened the door and looked at my feet. “Listen here my dear, dear mate,” he said as he stood and wrapped his arm around my body while the other grabbed my breast, causing me to flinch, “our Regional Alpha Derek is coming to check on us in two hours. You dear,” he squeezed my boob harder and I whimpered, “better have this house fucking spotless and get yourself prettied up. Also, make food, and if it’s anything like that shit you made last night, you can’t even imagine what I’ll do to you once he leaves. Understood?” I nodded and that didn’t make him happy. “Understood!” He yelled as he yanked back my head. I gasped at the pain.

“Y-yes A-alpha,” I whispered, cringing at my stutter. I always stuttered, I hated it.

“Good. Come here,” He murmured. I walked to his side as he instructed, and in a soft voice said, “my precious mate, give your Alpha a kiss.” His hand went up to my neck and brought it down to his lips. He softly pressed his lips against mine.

He’s done this act multiple times through-out my years here, don’t be fooled. He was kissing me softly, and moaned a little against my still lips, and then turned rough. Shocker. He yanked me off his lips and stood up. He looked down at me and I looked at my feet.

“Go get fucking ready slut,” He growled out as his hand came down and smacked me to the ground. I quickly nodded as I scrambled off the floor and out of his office.

Two hours later, I had cooked mashed potatoes, green beans, and meatloaf. I was practically praying that it turned out good, but either way, tonight Alpha Chris was going to have his way with me, whether it’d be solely violence or rape.

I was surprised I was able to make it all with the constant stomach pains I kept having, it was like a nervous pain that would shoot through me every five minutes. I set the table and started to fill the plates when I heard voices.

“Alpha, were you pleased with the pack?” I heard Alpha Chris ask the visitor. As I was going to finish the last plate my stomach pain shot up to the fullest and almost had me double over. I gasped as tears started to form in my eyes, and bent over slightly to ease the pain. It didn’t work.

...Violet, come on. Not now. You heard what Chris said... I told myself. Violet, you can’t cry because the makeup will wash off. Yes. Yes. I can’t cry. If my makeup gets messed up, and if Alpha Derek sees, I think Alpha Chris might actually kill me.

Pulling myself together I grabbed the plates balancing them in my arms and took them out to the men. I walked into the dining room and the moment I stepped in, the pain skyrocketed and it took everything in me to not drop to the ground. I placed everyone’s plate down.

When I sat the last plate down my nostrils were invaded by the scent of sandalwood. I went to move my eyes but quickly averted them. I saw black boots that went over the end of black jeans. I started to move my eyes up, at started to see a dark navy blue button-up shirt-

“Violet! Your service is done, you are dismissed. Leave,” Alpha Chris’s voice cut me out of my mind. I jerked back up from the table and mumbled a “sorry” to Alpha Chris. I quickly realized my mistake and my eyes bulged out of my head.

'You moron! You spoke without permission!'

“Women, you know how they are. Only good at one thing…” Alpha Chris chuckled and my cheeks flared up knowing what he meant, time to leave.

I turned but then someone reached up and grabbed my wrist, sparks flying up my arm, I winced as the person grabbed my fresh cuts. Even if they were now wrapped and covered, they were still sore after.

“Stop.” A voice cut the air. The sound made my chest flutter. My stomach pains weakened. My breath faltered. I dared to look over at the man who held my wrist.

His eyes are dark blue. He has a medium complexion. His hair is dark brown. He has clear skin. Very, very handsome. Attractive.

“Is there something wrong Derek?” Alpha Chris spoke and I could feel the nervousness in his voice.

“Alpha Derek.” The man corrected.

“Y-yes, I apologize, sir. Is there something wrong, A-alpha Derek?” Alpha Chris stuttered. That’s ironic considering the number of times he made fun of my stuttering and beaten me senseless for it.

Before Alpha Derek answered that question, he took a hard look at me and I quickly looked away from him and he dropped my wrist. My stomach pains got a little more painful after that, I discreetly cradled my wrist. I felt uncomfortable at his stare and wanted to disappear. Suddenly he stood up and I took an impulsive step back.

“ We’ll be leaving,” He spoke, his voice was deep and it sounded so nice to hear. I kept my head down.

“Oh! Well, sorry you couldn’t stay to finish the meal, but, have a safe trip back.” Alpha Chris stuck his hand out for Alpha Derek to shake but Alpha Derek didn’t even spare a glance. “Okay, well nice to have you stop by. Violet, clean this up.” He told me, and Alpha Derek walked away followed by the sound of the door slamming shut, and with that sound, my heart throbbed and my stomach tightened and I put a hand over it to try and help.

I didn’t understand why I was acting the way I was, I didn’t even know that man, yet here I was, aching for him to come back.

Slut.

My arm was yanked and my face met with a fuming Alpha. I averted my eyes and waited for it to all come.

“You useless piece of fucking shit!” He screamed as he punched me, square in the face. I stumbled back from the impact and fell on the ground. “You had one job today, one motherfucking job!” He kicked my stomach. “And you couldn’t even do that!” Another kick. “Are you even fucking listening?!” He yelled at the top of his lungs.

He didn’t land another kick on me instead he straddled my body and docked blow after blow to my face. It felt like a sledgehammer being brought to my face. “You’re only good for... one... fucking thing and that’s... laying there…while I...fuck...the living...daylights out...of..” My eyes started to roll back and my conscience was there by a thread. Abruptly he was yanked off of me and with everything I had left I looked to see what was happening. On top of Alpha Chris was Alpha Derek, destroying his face.

I watched as he got up and barked an order, although I couldn’t hear what it was, and some figure came in and dragged Alpha Chris’s body away. Alpha Derek came to me and I felt him pick me up and that movement was all I needed for my conscience to completely slip away.