Haunted

Clover

“Get up you useless piece of flesh. Get up!” He yelled at me as the door to the closet is slammed open and the lights turned on. I sit up quickly, afraid to do something wrong again and be punished. All I ever do is wrong to them. It’s why they stuck me in a pantry closet for a room, made to wear sacks for clothing and beaten every chance they get if I don’t follow their rules. Even when I follow the rules, I always get punished. Nothing I do is ever good enough for my parents. Even at the tender age of 8 I knew this wasn’t right. They threw me around, beat me, left me to starve and even made me sleep outside If they didn’t like what I did.

I wake up breathless. That may have only been a dream of myself nine years ago, but it’s my every day life. I still have the pantry closet as my room and it has even less room in it for me now that I have grown. Tomorrow is my birthday and I’m not looking forward to it. My wolf has appeared, even though I have not shown anyone, due to what my family and pack has done for me my entire life. I am the “useless” one, good for nothing except to lick shit off the ground. I can’t stand this anymore. What’s worse is the one’s who have caused me the most pain are my father and mother who are the Alpha and Luna of our pack. So, because they do it everyone else had followed in their steps even though they should have stood up for me.

I may almost be an adult but they’ve been doing it my whole life. Someone should have stopped it and treated me better. But that didn’t happen, I got more physical, mental and emotion damage from it. They shouldn’t have had me if they couldn’t take care of me properly. All I’ve ever done is my best, to accomplish everything they gave me, even if I got no sleep and was bloodied or bruised. I sigh as I go about my chores. I grab the broom and start sweeping the kitchen, making sure I get every little thing. As I bend down to sweep what I’ve done in the scooper, there’s a sharp and sudden pain in the back of my head. I fall to the ground since I was slightly off balance to begin with.

“What the hell.” I murmur as I place a hand on the back of my head and look behind me. It’s my father, Alpha Liam. He’s grinning at me, yet his eyes are fierce with loathing as he looks at me.

“Get the fuck off the ground you useless piece of flesh. You’re lucky you’re not eighteen yet or you would have been kicked out years ago. Hurry up and get off the ground, you need to clean our bathroom. It’s a disaster and you’ve been neglecting to clean it. Your wolf better show up you little turd or you are gone tomorrow.” He growls to me. I flinch out of habit and try to get up as fast as I could without falling over again. He grabs my hair, as I don’t get up fast enough and he drags me by my hair up several stories to their room. He glares at me with that sinister grin on his face the whole way there.

Once on the third floor and in their room, he throws me toward the bathroom. Of course, there is carpet on the ground and get a rug burn from it. I try not to whimper as he tossed me like a rabid dog. I get up and try to soothe the aches on my arms and legs. I see mother on the bed, barely covering herself from what they’ve been doing. I try not to vomit as I look away. Yes, the mate bond is strong and you are always up for your partner, I’ve never had a mate so I don’t know what the bond is like. I get the cleaning supplies out of the cupboard and start cleaning.

“Look what the Goddess dragged in. The Goddess is all powerful and yet she only blessed me with one child. A useless , pathetic, wolf less pup of a girl who doesn’t know a hole from a stick in the ground. We’ve been trying for so long to have another child, one who could be of use to this pack, but sadly no matter how much we try it doesn’t happen. How she could do this to us I have no idea. But clearly, she despises you enough to not give you a wolf and we are burdened with your weak, good for nothing, hide. If she was merciless like we all know she is, she’d have killed you by now. But no she didn’t and you get to be a burden on everyone else around you. Do you enjoy knowing you can’t do or be anything useful to anyone except as a service pup?” She asks. I can hear the smirk in her voice. I swear all they enjoy doing is hurting me. I try not to listen to her hurtful words as tears stream down my face.

I wipe my face as I continue to clean. Of course they made a disaster in here. Why can’t they just be normal and clean their own messes up like adults instead of using your daughter in this hurtful way. The Goddess is ever powerful, but she has cursed me with this pack that’s supposed to take care of me. This is why I could never show them my wolf. They don’t deserve to get to see that part of me when they can’t even see me for me. I will let her out when it’s safe to do so, but it isn’t ever safe here. I hear the bed start to squeak as they move around on it. Of course they are going to do this. What’s the point of privacy, when you don’t respect the only child you had. I try to clean as fast as I can in here without them complaining it isn’t right. However, knowing them they will complain either way.

They continue roughing each other up as I finish and walk out of their room as fast as I can. I look everywhere but the bed. The tears still escaping my eyes as I try not to think of the horrible things they’ve done today alone and in the past. Why must I be cursed, to hurt like this and treated like I’m nothing. No one deserves this. I do the only thing I can do is try to stay busy until I pass out tonight. I ignore everyone else who throws insults at me as I clean and keep busy. I will get out of this soon enough. My suffering will end.

Before I know it, I’m back in the closet tidying it up when a searing pain hits the back of my head, and I can’t fight off the blackness as it takes me. A void of peace, this is the only place they can’t hurt me. I don’t know how long I was out for before I feel someone grab my ankle, jerk me out of the closet and berating me for not cleaning.

“Clover you dirty, unwanted, good for nothing girl you are here by exiled out of the Storm Pack.” Father says, using his Alpha tone with me, making a shiver go down my spine.

“You can’t do that. You have no other heir who else is going to take over this pack when your dead.” I snarl back tired of taking their shit. Tired of them always kicking me down when I try to stand up for myself. I’m just tired of all this.

“I can and I will. You are no longer part of this pack, or our bloodline. Get out!” He yells at me and I can feel the pain in my chest as I’ve been thrown out of the pack. I try not to cry even though my lip is quivering and the tears rimming my eyes. I knew this was coming. I knew they would do this to me on my birthday. How can one be thrown out of a pack when they never truly belonged in it to begin with.

“You do what you want you coward of an Alpha. You will regret this day. You can’t throw me out when you never truly wanted me in this pack to begin with. Its why you and everyone else treated me this way. Because you couldn’t get what you wanted. I reject all that you stand for, and the Goddess will punish you for the crimes you’ve committed against me.” I say shaking with anger and pain. I’m trying so hard to not let my wolf out. She wants to bite him so badly but it’s taking all I have to not let her out.

I leave this place willingly, after so long of being the outcast of a pack. As I hit the forest that surrounds this place, I let out a scream that I’ve been holding in for far too long and it intertwines with my wolfs howls as I finally let my wolf out. Body pains are normal when you’re not used to shifting. But this has been a long time coming. I can hear people stirring in the houses of the pack, not sure why a wolf would be howling at this time. I let out another howl, letting my anger get out as I let my muscles stretch and move. It feels good to finally let my wolf out. I have no idea where I will go or how I will survive but I have to find a way.

This is how I finally found who I am meant to be. Or at least the start of it. They will suffer for what they’ve done to me and it won’t be a quick death either. Survive, thrive and then I can truly be free.