Torn To Pieces

Sophi’s POV

I am strapped into to my normal torture device waiting for my punishment, or rather someone else’s reward. Since I have nothing else to do, I’m thinking about my life. Everything that has led up to me being this nobody that I am today. I think about my parents the most, and how life would be if they were here with me. You know when you think, life just can’t get any worse? That’s the thought that kept going through my mind the day my parents died. Little did I know, my nightmare was just beginning. My life until that point had been, quite honestly, perfect. I swear I’m not trying to brag at all when I say that. I had the most loving and attentive parents anyone could ever ask for.

We were like a Norman Rockwell painting type of family, perfect. Mom stayed home with me and taught me how to cook, let me help in the garden and always helped me with my homework. We would laugh and play and sing. Mom sounded like an angel when she would sing. Of course, when I would tell her that, she would shrug it off and say, “No my beautiful sweetheart, you are the one that sounds like an angel.” Then she would sweep me up in her arms and swing me around making me laugh. She would hold me tight and tell me she loved me more than anything in this world. She would say how proud she was of me for being kind, caring, and strong. I had no clue then, that those words would be what kept me alive for the next ten years.

Dad was the Beta of the Three Pines Pack. He and mom were best friends with our Alpha Rollin and Luna Gwendolyn. They were my godparents and only had one son, Maccon. He was two years older than me and never did like me. Everyone loved my mom and dad. They were strong and loving and only wanted the best for me and the pack. Dad would take me to the woods to run once I met my wolf Aspen. She was such a pretty wolf. She was smaller than most my age but her dark, almost black fur, was so shiny and long. She had a silver tipped tail and silver ears and feet. Werewolves turn for the first time around the age of 6 so I got four years of happiness with her before everything went to shit.

Unlike my dad, the Delta of the pack, Jarvis, was not a nice man. Some said it was because he lost his mate in childbirth when his twins were born. They say that when you lose a mate it changes you. Some have even been known to die shortly after or go insane. I have only ever known the hateful Jarvis. His son Max is ok but he is best friends with Maccon. His sister Jackie has always hated me, so he was never allowed to be nice to me. Even when we were alone, he would just smile sweetly, but never say anything nice to me. Jackie and Maccon would bully me just to see me cry. Whether we were at home or at school, it didn’t matter to them.

One day at school the Principal called me to his office. I was a good student, so I was worried that maybe I had done something wrong. When I got there the Alpha and Luna were standing there talking to the Principal. I looked up at them confused as to why they were there and why they looked so sad. They told me we were going home for the day and for me to get my backpack. We got out to the black SUV and I saw that one of the warriors was driving. Rollin got in the front passenger side and Gwen got in back with me.

“Is everything ok Gwen?” She looked at me with tears in her eyes.

“No baby, it’s not ok. I’m sorry to tell you this but there was an attack at the pack today and your parents were killed.” Just like that my world fell apart. I cried and sobbed into Gwen as she held me and sobbed, mourning for her best friends. The next couple of days went by in a blur. After the funeral they helped me pack all of my belongings and anything I wanted to keep of my parents. I moved into the Pack house with them.

At 10 years old I lost both of my loving parents. I was sad and lost but Rollin and Gwen told me they would take care of me now and everything would be ok. They pampered me and held me a lot. Their son Maccon was not amused by the love and attention his parents gave to me. I thought he was bad before but now life was just getting harder. Living with him became a nightmare. He would call me names and hurt me. He would threaten me that he would make his parents hate me and get rid of me if I was to tell on him. In the third week, I told Gwen he was being mean to me when they weren’t looking. She and Rollin sat him down and yelled at him about being a better person. He was going to be Alpha one day and needed to learn how to be caring and strong. It was important to care about all the members of the pack and show them the respect that any family member should have, because that is what a pack was. Our pack was a family and I was an orphan.

That night, I was woken up with a hand over my mouth and a very pissed off Maccon laying on top of me. Maccon was two years older than me and was heavy compared to me. The hate in his eyes scared me more than anything. He leaned up to my ear and whispered, “You stupid little BITCH. You got me in trouble. I warned you what would happen if you told on me. Now your life will be hell.” He spat in my face and punched my ribs. I tried to cry out, but he put his hand over my mouth and nose, so I couldn’t breathe.

“You think you’re so special. All you are, is a pathetic orphan that no one will ever love. I will make sure that no one likes you when I am done with you. I will show everyone that you are nothing but garbage. Maybe, when I’m Alpha, I will sell you off to a sex ring. How does that sound?” He spat at me again. I thought to myself that was something I would have to look up because I didn’t understand what he meant by sex ring.

“If you make a noise I will kill you!” Just as black spots started to form in my vision, he took his hand off my face and I took in a deep breath trying to force the air into my lungs. I started to cry, so he grabbed my hair and yanked it hard. I shrieked at the pain but that just pissed him off even more.

“I said shut up you dumb bitch! One more sound and you are through.” I was so terrified no matter how bad I hurt I stayed quiet. When he was satisfied that I was properly terrified, he put his hand on my chest and used all of his weight to push off of me. It took my breath away. He just smirked at me and left as quietly as he arrived.

I sat up crying softly looking around the room that was now mine. It looked like the perfect girl’s room. Made for a princess. Full size canopy bed, lush carpet, doll houses all it pinks and purples. I felt so alone all of a sudden. I missed my parents and would pray to the Moon Goddess to help me with Maccon. I opened my school computer and decided to search for sex ring. I really didn’t think the school laptop would help me much since it has parental locks on things like sex. It did bring up an insane amount of newspaper articles. I read through some and realized what Maccon was talking about. That was the night of my first panic attack. I ended up passing out on the floor.

I had gone back to school the week after the funeral, and I was relieved. Goddess, how I missed school. It was safe there and I loved to learn. I always had top marks and the teachers loved me. However, I didn’t find the peace I was looking for. What I found was Maccon and Jackie making fun of me and tripping me every chance they got. Even though we were still young, everyone knew Maccon would someday be Alpha. Because of this he had a following that he told, “Feel free to hurt this little bitch if you want to.” I thought there was no way they would listen to him, but I was sorely mistaken. Day in and day out for two years life got worse and worse.

I learned quickly that if I were to tell the teachers or Rollin and Gwen, that it would just make my life worse. I had become a shell of my former self. I could see the pain on Max’s face when his best friend and sister would bully me but eventually they made him do it too. Who was he to stick up for me? I was a nobody, just a pathetic orphan and he was Max, future Beta. The grown ups assumed I was still just mourning for my parents and would eventually “pull out of it”. Grownups really are pretty stupid sometimes. They really had no clue. I was sad, but I was more mad that no one seemed to notice or care enough to see I was in hell. Maccon had been training to be the Alpha his whole life. Since he has the Alpha gene he is bigger and stronger than any of the other kids in school. With his dangerous attitude no one would dare stand up to him.

Maccon was 14 at this point, I was 12 and the twins were 11. The twins were always near Maccon, they were inseparable. Jarvis had been moved up as Beta when my parents were killed. He was an even worse person behind closed doors. He had always been too hard on the twins but after he became Beta he became so much more despicable. He would never be mean to them in public but there were a few times I walked by their house and you could hear the awful things he would say to them and hear him hitting them. I thought about how horrible it must be to live with that man. Yea, I had Maccon making my life hell, but not the grown-ups that were supposed to keep me safe.

There was a huge Rouge problem around that time too. There were always meetings and extra patrols. We had safe places for the kids and anyone who couldn’t fight. Jarvis was in charge of the warriors and making sure the patrols covered all the borders and kept us safe. Since Jarvis had become the new Beta of our pack he had a lot more control over everyone. He always made himself look good to Rollin. He was such a con artist. There were a few others who didn’t like Jarvis or how he worked. Since they were “beneath” him in rank, they tried to make their comments to Rollin as discreet as possible.

Maccon started High School that year I mistakenly thought school would get better. Unfortunately, almost all the kids were so used to treating me like garbage that it didn’t really matter that he wasn’t there. I focused all of my energy and attention on my school work. I was in honors classes and kept hearing about how if I kept this up I would have such a bright future. HAHAHA SUUUURE! Maybe when I find my mate I can go live in his pack and live a real life. Not a life that makes me hate myself and everyone around me. I keep hearing my mom tell me how proud she is of me for being strong. I’m trying, I really am. I pray for strength all the time but I always feel weak. I don’t think the Moon Goddess cares what happens to me anymore, now that I am just a pathetic orphan.

Summer break came, and I wondered if it would be better not to be in school around all of my tormentors and only have a few at home or if being at school would at least give a small amount of peace. Turns out summer was way worse. At home Jarvis had started following me around and staring at me. I think he was trying to scare me. Well guess what, that shit worked. Since there is such a huge Rouge problem, no one is allowed to run the woods alone. Thankfully Rollin and Gwen would have a family day when they would take us out to run with them.

I know when school is back in session there wouldn’t be as much time for things like this, so I made sure to soak up all the freedom I could. Aspen was loving these runs. The bullying and fear made her recoil into herself a lot. Unfortunately, when things were too busy for a run Jarvis offered to take all of us kids for a run in the woods. “Safety in numbers″ he would say. Yeah right, asshole. Those trips were nothing short of terrifying. Some days they would tie me to a tree for hours. Other days they would spend some time just pushing me around and calling me all sorts of despicable words. They would often make me do disgusting or embarrassing things. When they would finally get bored, Jarvis would pull me onto his lap hard. He would grab my hair and bring my ear to his mouth. “I’m giving you 5 min to run.” The whole time he is talking he is roughly rubbing my core on the hard thing in his pants. His eyes turned black.

He continues telling me, “After 5 min we will all take off to find you. We have to be back in an hour. If you can avoid us till then you will be safe, for now.” he adds with a smirk. God this guy creeps me out. Then he took his right hand off my hip and slowly brought it up my side. He trails his fingers all of the way up to the back of my head. He ran his nails across my scalp then fisted a handful of hair yanking me to his face again. His left hand is still on my waist squeezing and digging his fingernails into my jeans. Man this dude needs a manicure. He starts thrusting his hips up into my jean clad mound while holding me down on him as hard as he could. What the hell has gotten into him today? I thought to myself as I felt panic start to rise in my chest. I looked over at the other kids. Maccon was staring at me licking his lips but Jackie had a huge smile on her face. Max didn’t even bother to look at me. As Jarvis’s breath started to become labored I tried squirming out of his grip. I don’t want to think about that shit anymore. Ugh I hate everyone some days.

Eventually he would let me up and set a 5 min timer. I tried to run behind the tree to transform into wolf form but Jarvis said we would all change together right there in front of each other. I knew there was no fighting this so I closed my eyes and stripped down as fast as I could so I could transform and take off running. I had learned ways to trick people by laying false scent trails. I was small, but boy I was fast and nimble.