My eyes remained on my dad as I wondered how he could beat up his six year old daughter like he just did. It was usual, but still surprised me.
“Avery, tell Arthur you need a new phone.”, the heat of my dad’s breath hit my wounded, swollen face while I did nothing but watch him with dead eyes.
Blood dripped down my face, from my forehead to my chin, from my chin, to my shirt. I was soaked. I could barely move, could barely breathe. I wondered how I was still alive. The fact that I get beat up like this on a daily but somehow still survive it really hurt me. Why wouldn’t I just die and meet my mom. That’s what I really want. There’s nothing to live for here.
“I’ve… already… given… you a- a phone this week. Why do you.. need another… one?”Every word came out with a struggle. My voice was shaky not cause I was scared but cause of all the injuries I had. I knew perfectly well that questioning him would land me a few blows but I didn’t mind. I was tired of letting him use me to get things from Mr. Arthur. I barely even knew the man yet he’s spent more than I can count on me. It doesn’t feel right.
“I want another one. Problem?”, he asked, grabbing my chin, making me struggle to hold back a whimper.
“The problem’s that I don’t want a phone.”, I said sounding more confident this time. On a normal day, I’d do anything he asks me to but not today. There wasn’t any specific reason for the sudden change. I was a hundred percent sure it wouldn’t last long but I liked it. I liked the feeling of confidence even if it was temporary.
“Who said the phone’s for you?”, he frowned, annoyed by how I was responding to him. His grip on my chin tighted causing the whimper I could barely hold in, escape. My face was hurt enough.
“Let me go-“, before I could complete my statement I felt a nice slap come across my blood filled face, snapping me back to my senses and reminding me what my dad could do.
Before I was able to think straight, I heard my dad’s evil laugh fill the room, making the amosphere worse than it already was. “Were you trying to stand up for yourself? Are you crazy?”, he said between his laughs, digging his raging eyes into my fear filled eyes. “So pathetic.”, he spat out, tossing glares at me before standing up and throwing continuous kicks all over me.
Trying to dodge or fight back would be the worse mistake I make. He hates it. He’d shatter my bones of I tried and I wasnt ready to go through that and still come out alive.
“Go to Arthur and tell him you want a new phone darlin. Remember daddy loves you.” he laughed after his last statement then left, leaving me on the floor, slipping on my own blood, barely able to see of move. He always said that after beating me. Like he was trying to tease me.
Part of me knew he was just kidding, the other part of me felt he actually meant it. That’s the desperate part. The part that just wants a dad or just want to be important to someone.
It took ten minutes but I was already feeling better. It was thanks to the rapid healing I’ve been blessed with since birth. A normal werewolf would take days to recover from the kind of injuries I sustained today but I could do than within minutes. It’s something I despised and loved at the same time.
The reason for my hate for the gift was because it was most likely the reason I see another day after getting beat by my dad. The reason for my love for it was because it made me feel special. Like I had something noone else did.?
I took in a deep breath, standing up and walking up to the mop that laid on the floor in the opposite side of the room the cleaned up the mess my wounds made on the floor and wall.
Knowing well that I’d be dead if my dad came home without me getting the phone he wanted, I rushed to the bathroom, took off my clothes had a short bath just because I needed the blood off, dressed up and hurried back to Arthur’s house.?
Mr. Arthur’s always been too nice to me. It was almost annoying.?
He knows nothing I ever ask from him is a request of mine. He knows it’s from my dad but he still gives it to me. He never says no. He acts like he owes me something. He buys things for me even without me asking.
I don’t know whether I’m weirded out by how nice he is to me or if I’m just anxious of the reason behind his behavior. It could also be because I so desperately wish he was my dad.
I let out a sigh as soon as I reached Mr. Arthur’s door, putting up my hand to knock before the door opened, revealing the idiot devil standing behind it.
As soon as our eyes met, we hit ourselves with glares. “You.”, we both said, irritation filling our voices.
It’s Dylan, the most annoying boy that exists in this pack. Son of the Beta, Mr. Arthur. Maybe his father’s status is what gives him his attitude. I don’t know.
“Get out.”, he said, maintaining his glare while my eyes turned bored, already tired of his presence.?
“Excuse me.”, I said, not looking for a fight. I just needed to talk to Mr. Arthur and get out.
“What do you want here father theif!”, he raised his voice at me, taking a step closer to me probably to intimidate me.
I sighed, taking a step back and plainly saying, “Don’t stand too close, your breath stinks.”, getting an annoyed hiss from him as a response. Seeing him pissed was one way to lift my mood on a bad day.
Everyday is a bad day.
“You’re here to beg for something aren’t you? Everytime you come to this house all you do is beg.”
I wasn’t about to deny. It’s true. Everytime I come over without an invite, it’s cause I need something. It disgusted me that it was true.?
My silence grew his ego, I could tell from the cold smile that laid on his lips.
“Taking advantage of my dad’s kindness. So cruel, so selfish, so disgusting.”, he spat out.
“You don’t understand, so shut up.”, I spat out, not confidently though, you could tell I was weak inside by how shaky my voice was.
“There’s nothing I need to understand! You’re a theif. You’re robbing my dad of his money and stealing him from me too. Why can’t you just die or something. Leave this family alone. He might not show it but he’s tired of you. Everyone in this house is. He has important things to deal with. He’s always busy. He’s the fudging Beta! Everytime he’s free, you appear. You do it on purpose!”, he yelled his last statement. I could tell he was actually hurt. He really enjoys his dad’s attention but these days all I do is steal it from him.
“I don’t do it on purpose. Shut up.”, I was so tired. I had nothing to say to justify myself. Explaining the real reason I actually come here would make me sound pathetic.
“Liar! Listen. Just leave us alone. Gather some sense and get out of our lives. The Beta family isn’t meant to be associating with a low life like you. You were just lucky enough to catch my dad’s eye.”?
I sighed, not bothering to think of a response anymore, I just listened while he talked. Every word that escaped his lips sunk into me.
“You care about no one but yourself. You’re so ugly. I hate you.”, he said coldly.
“I couldn’t care less about what you think about me.”, I shot back. “You’re as bad as a low life yourself. Filling yourself with pride cause of your family’s status and not even bothering to understand the situation before judging.”
“I’m not a low life.”, he said, pushing me.
I landed on the floor, sitting up almost immediately. I wasn’t surprised though. He always pushes me when he finds me before his dad does. I’ve predicted that at a point, we’ll be exchanging fists. I need to prepare myself for that.
He has the upper hand because he’s two years older than me. He’s bigger, taller, more confident. He’s everything I’m not but he still had a disadvantage.
I read from some books that if you hit a boy at the area between their legs, you’d automatically win the fight. I think I could pull that off.
“Dylan!”, Dylan jumped a bit at the harsh tone of his mom’s voice. She was racing over to us, probably seeing or hearing what happened.?
Part of me feels she hates me but I can never deny the fact that she’s kind.
I let out sigh, releaved that my conversation with Dylan had come to an end. Listening to him yapping was so tiring.
She pulled him by his ear, tossing him in as soon as he whined, “Mom. Stop it.”
As soon as he was out of the way, she rushed to me, pulling me up and fixing my hair. She did everything in a hurry. Like she was being timed or something. I could tell what was happening.
She doesn’t care much about me but her husband does. If he sees me in a bad state cause of Dylan, he’d teach him a lesson and obviously she doesn’t want that.
“Is Avery there?” A small sigh escaped my lips at the sound of Mr. Arthur’s voice. Now all I needed to do was ask for a phone and get going. I didn’t want to stay long.
“Yes yes.”, his wife replied, pulling me in.
I sighted Mr. Arthur immediately. He was coming down the stairs, throwing a welcoming smile at me as soon as our eyes met.
‘Just ask for what you want and get out of here. Don’t stay long.’ I continuously reminded myself as he approached me.
“Why don’t you live with us?” he asked as soon as he got to me, making me, his wife and Dylan freeze.