Black Night Pack

“Okay so your going to walk in, do a twirl and smile. The men will bid and the highest bidder will become your master. Got it?” She looks into my eyes. A sudden sadness flashes past but is gone in an instant.
“Yes but who are the men?” I say with my hand on the doorknob.
“The leader of the pack” she then walks off. Oh my god! I’m being sold to fucking werewolves. We’d learnt about them in history but they aren’t supposed to be real! What have I got myself into?!

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1. one

My dad had hit me again. I was sobbing in my room holding my side, begging the pain to stop. His blood curdling laugh filled the house as he made his way up the stairs. He’s come back for more. I shiver and hide under my bed. There was no point but I had to make the effort. He drunkenly barged in and was standing right in front of me.

“Brooklyn” He coos sending goose bumps all over my body. I hate that voice. The voice where he acts like a kind old man talking to a three year old when in fact he’s a dick head talking to a 17 year old. I whimper and then he laughs. He grabs my ankles and drags me from under the bed.

“Stupid girl.” He says too calmly stroking my cheek. His hand trails down my body resting on my upper thigh.

“No please!” I whisper. Fear is clutching my throat. Not again!

“Your Mine! And I’ll do what the fuck I want with you!” He shouts, his personality the opposite of it was.

Dragging my harshly by the hair he shoves me on the bed. She rips my clothes of and starts to thrust on my. He slides in and roughly pounds me. There was no pleasure. How could there be? I was being rapped by my father. I wake up saw and tear stained. My father is passed out in the living room and I start to think. I deserve better than this. I’m filled with such anger that I’ve let myself play victim for so long.

I creep out my bed and change into black skinny’s, a white Levi’s top, timberlands and a jumper. I pack my bag and grab my phone. The floor boards creek under my weight but he doesn’t awake. After tip toeing to the door I unlock it taking my first step of freedom. I walk for miles along the busy roads. No matter how uncomfortable I am I must keep walking. My frail body is starting to shiver as the day starts to become night.

My long brown hair whips around my face making my vision suffer. The cold has seeped to my bones and when I get to a road side cafe I order a large coffee and a jacket potato. There’s a small group of tables in the corner and I take a seat. I look on my phone for bus times, there’s a bus coming in 3 hours heading Vancouver. The lady brings my coffee and potatoes and I gobble them down. I’ve never felt so hungry before.

When I finish I buy a few snacks and shove them in my bag taking a seat of the bench. My eyes struggle to stay awake. I check the time; it’s 2 in the morning. A few minutes sleep won’t hurt will it? Before I know it my eyes are closed and I’m dreamlessly asleep.

I hear people’s gruff voices and then a car pull up in front. I wake up slightly panicked as a tall man puts a cloth to my face. Then the world goes black.

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