The Fight (Book #1 Our Lost Mate)

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Trigger Warning: Rape (FMC Memory), Physical, Emotional, Sexual Abuse, Torture, PTSD, Pedophilia

Lara's POV

I scrubbed the brown tile floors in the bathroom. I looked around as I scrubbed, seeing the pale blue walls and white ceiling with a Skyview window dome.. I looked out the Skyview window and saw the sun peek out from the clouds making them look heavenly soft and bright while the blue is soft calming sky blue I smiled as this is one of the most peaceful places in this house.. even though I live here I refuse to call it a home and there are many reasons why. Well once I'm abused and raped in this house by my sick brother, though I have found paperwork that may push evidence that he may not even be related to us. Two we are rogues or so my so-called brother is. We all think I am human due to me not shifting, but deep inside, I think my wolf is sleeping and just waiting to come out. Three our parents died a long time ago when I was only 3 years old. That's when I started to be blamed for their death but surprisingly he didn't rape me until I was 14. A terrible time that continues every night. Though continuing. My name is Lara. I am 17 years old with chestnut brown hair and blue hazel eyes, red lips, and light tan skin. I am 5'3 and weigh 120 lbs. This is my escape. My Fight.

Everyone towers over me like skyscrapers. I continue looking around seeing the white tub with shampoos and conditioners with body washes and a shower curtain with bright blue sea waves and golden beach sand shells sunbathing on the sand and the water stuck in place, looking like it's retreating from the sand back to its original home only to come back minutes later. Looking towards the left, I see the plain white toilet with a long crack on the lid from when my face was smashed into it, next to it is the dark brown wooden cabinet that holds chemicals for cleaning and has a sink on top with a mirror hanging in front. Though the sink is stained with rust, it is still beautiful depending on how the sunlight hits. I miss going outside.. I think to myself. I lean back down and continue scrubbing, almost done with the floor, glancing at the water once again. "I need more clean water," I say aloud as I look at the brownish red water mixed with dirt and blood. I slowly get up, bringing the gray old dirty bucket with me. I walk into a dark kitchen that is only illuminated by high summer sun. I see the dining room that has the hazelwood color table with the chairs of the same color. The floor is also the same color as the bathroom, but the walls are a soft pale green with a tan sand color on the baseboards. There is a tan color bar counter with hazelwood color wood holding it to the floor and side wall. Across the kitchen, there is an L-shaped counter with the same colors and build that holds a 2-sided silver sink, counter space, and a stove top. At the end of the counter is a black fridge that is as tall as me or just a bit taller. I walk to the sink and turn on the water lightly as I pour and rinse out the bucket, only to fill it up with clean water. I sneak some water and start to drink lightly just to stay hydrated, I stop as I continue to pour new water in. Shutting off the watch, I place the bucket down and start to pick it up, only to hear footsteps, and I hope it's just my imagination. "LARA! Where the fuck are you, ya little slut?" I whimper, feeling my body tense, and say aloud in the kitchen, getting more water, the water I used was dirty." I say out as I keep my head down. "Did you ask?" I flinch. "I was unaware I had to, my apologies. It won't happen again." He chuckles, and I dread what is about to come cause chuckling is bad, very bad. I feel pain shot from my head and I hit the ground I feel like I'm floating but I shake off the feeling and look up only to see him smirking as he grabs my arm and yanks me up "Clean bitch" He drags me back to the bucket before grabbing my by the hair. My eyes widen, "No!" I scream before my head is forcefully underwater in the bucket. I hold my breath and try to scream at the same time. I'm thrashing and trying to raise my head, only to be held down harder. I feel like my lungs are burning as I feel heat through my chest. After 30 seconds, he brings me up I feel my wet hair hit my face as the cold water starts to make me shiver. "Are you going to clean or get fucked?" He states, as my eyes widen in fear, "I'll clean. I'll clean, I promise!!" I yell out as I feel my stomach clench in pain, mainly due to the fear of what's about to come to my near future, he smiles and kicks me in the stomach. I feel my stomach loosen, so the blow won't hurt for long. It still hurts, but not as badly as everything else. "See to it then, cause guess who's coming over tomorrow?" He sings and I silently cry. Not again. Not him. "Yes, sir." I obey and get up and bring the bucket back to the bathroom.

30 minutes later "Hey whore, I'm leaving, I'll be back with our guest tomorrow night!" He shuts the door and locks it, but I can't help but cry. I can't leave the house, but I badly want to, but I can't because the people who live around us are his friends or his buyers. If I leave, they call. Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't I just have died with them, I think to myself. I sit up and think. How can I leave without suspicion? I smile as I clean quickly. I have waited for this day for 5 years. 5 heart-wrenching, abusive, deadly years. I refuse to stay here any longer, but the question remains: how can I leave? Wait!. I get up and run down the dark hallway that is covered in light brown carpet and white walls. I pass doors that lead to my room, the bathroom, and a closet. I end up at my target. His room. I open the door and quickly and skillfully open his drawer, looking in. I see an empty I close it and look around, only to see a paper calendar on the wall with red marker drawn on it. I step closer, seeing dates, times, and names. I see folded paper with clips on the calendar. Taking off the paper and leaving the paper clip in its place, I open it and read it.

Date 07/12 Kevin and Jacob. Date 07/15 Jacob. Date 07/20 Kevin. Date 10/25: Kevin, Jacob, Profit, and buyer. Note: Nicholas has agreed to buy Lara as Profit from the money lost, and to gain, we will use her. Date 10/25: Kevin, Jacob, Profit and buyer. Note: Nicholas has agreed to buy Lara as Profit from the money lost, and to gain, we will use her. Date 10/25: Kevin, Jacob, Profit, and buyer. Note: Nicholas has agreed to buy Lara as Profit from the money lost, and to gain, we will use her. Date 10/25: Kevin, Jacob, Profit, and buyer. Note: Nicholas has agreed to buy Lara as Profit from the money lost, and to gain, we will use her. Date 10/25: Kevin, Jacob, Profit, and buyer. Note: Nicholas has agreed to buy Lara as Profit from the money lost, and to gain, we will use her. As I read the dates and notes I realize these are the dates they raped me. Oh God. I look down further and see more dates and notes for a month from now. I tremble at the note they are selling me for how much? I uncover the rest of the paper and see a profile with details. Profile: Nicholas James Victor. Age: 32. Height: 5'9. Weight: 159. Hair: grey-brown. Eyes: dark brown. Skin: brown. Nationality: Skinwalker

My heart dropped. Why are they dealing with the Skinwalkers? We are not supposed to associate with them as they are pure evil. Dear goddess, save me. Wait,  I need to find a date. Now. I look around and I can't find it. "FUCK!" I say as I continue to look. I feel my stomach clench and my mind spin into the dark abyss. I can panic, I need to calm down or I'm fucked. I can't shut down. I. Can't. Shut. Down. NO. I force myself to breathe and calm down. I put my hair up for some cold air to hit my hot neck. In and out. In and out. In and out. In and out.. "ok".. here we go I think. I look at the paper and see the exact date again, that's right, 09/25. He is coming and I need to leave a week before to be safe. I think to myself. I fold the paper up and place it back where it was. Now I have bigger fish to fry I need to worry about my brother and Kevin cause I will refuse to be raped or gang raped by them. Hmm. Maybe I can fight them. Maybe have them beat me and not be raped it's better than being raped. Yes, I'll fight them off. It'll suck but it's better. I smirk as I go back to cleaning. Maybe if I kill Kevin. No, I can't, he's too strong for me to kill. I'll figure it out as I go. As I clean, I think of my wolf. What would her name be? What color would she be? Would she be timid, sassy, crazy, psychotic, happy like I want to meet her, and better yet, what about a mate? What if he is the same as Jacob?

You see 18 years old and being a werewolf is fun if you've gained your wolf and shifted already. The only thing is my wolf is dormant due to all the abuse, starvation, and sexual occurrences. I live in Oregon with my brother Jacob. We were originally from New Jersey, where we lived with my grandparents after my parents were murdered in front of us. Lucky for us, no one saw me there, but the trauma still lingers. Jacob blames me for their death, saying I should have done something, but I was 3 years old. After that incident, we moved in with my grandparents, where we stayed for a while until Jacob came up with a story about a job offer. Unfortunately, my grandparents fell for it and we moved to Oregon when I was. Once we got here, the abuse became more violent. From name-calling to punches to full-out beatings. Unfortunately, it doesn't end there. He started to make things weird and started to talk to me weirdly when I was 13. I was always confused and wondered if everyone had someone who did this to them too but I never got a chance to ask, mainly because Jacob's friends always kept a watchful eye on me, being 15 and raped I now understand why Jacob was gonna repay their work with me. I was terrified when I saw Jacob and Kevin in my bedroom after school. That was also a terrifying surprise to find them high. I still remember that day. I feel my head go fuzzy as my mind replays my 15th birthday.

"Lara!!" My brother sings, "Yes?" I ask shakingly, "Come here, I got you a surprise!" I tremble as I walk to the back room, opening the door, I see my brother and Kevin standing next to the bed with a box tied in a bow. "Come here," he says sweetly. I walked to him guarded and terrified,  "Good girl, see Kevin, she's a natural submissive!" What is a submissive? I thought in my head, "Kevin, go ahead." He smirks as Kevin orders me to take off my clothes. I feel like throwing up. “No.” I see Kevin pull out a knife. The same knife all my punishments end with. “No,” I push more, not wanting this as fear and entrapment sink in. Tears well up in my eyes as I see Kevin get up. I start to back away, only for Kevin to grab me by my hair. "God she is fucking ugly" He smirks as he reaches out and cups my breast "firm and soft that's good, now slut get on the bed" I shake my head as I tried to get out of his grasp but his next move scared me right into submission. The same knife he threatened me with was now forced to my throat with enough pressure to cause an incision. Knowing that they would cause near-death harm together, I do as I am told with tears running down my face. Getting on the bed feels like a chain of fate curling around my neck.. My brother calls out as he grabs a wolfbane's whip, "Lie down or the punishment will be bad." I lay down on my back, shaking and quietly begging for things to end. I feel them grab my arms as I see the cuffs with wolfsbane. Adrenaline kicked in as I started to thrash and scream. Though they overpowered me and I was cuffed to the bed posts, and there's only so much room I can move. They chuckle as Kevin grabs wooden clothes pins and clips them one by one and places them all over my breast. "Hey, dude, give the flogger." He smirks as I look over to see the handle of the black flogger. How they got this, I had no clue. I try to move away before the crack of the flogger flies through the air and against my chest, only to hear me scream in pain. "No, please stop!" I screamed out in pain and misery, and some of the pins flew off with snaps and bruises. My nipples were painful and felt like fire was spreading on me. I lost count of the hits as  I stopped yelling. "Kevin, this is how you do it." My brother trades places, holding a thick leather belt, only to start hitting me in different places, not even aiming. It caused a fire to spread where he hit, and red welts left in his wake. Smack... "No!" Smack... "Stop!" Smack... " Stop!" Smack... "please.. stop it.." Smack... "no more!" Smack... "Ah". I wail out as I am hit in the face. "Stop, please.” I try to speak, but the pain courses through me, causing my voice to crack and wilt. Screaming. I try to rip the cuffs off to get away. I remember feeling the belt hit in between my legs, causing pain to flare in my entire body. It felt like the torture was never-ending.

I feel my mind leave that day as I am back in a different room. Good goddess, I hate flashbacks. I get up and leave the room, shutting the bedroom door as I feel drained. Walking to the living room, I look around and see the white walls and light brown carpet. The red couch and dark brown coffee table. Which holds an ashtray, a lighter, and an empty beer can. I start to dust and clean. Tonight I got to myself, so now it's time to start planning my escape. Once I finish cleaning, I go to my bedroom. I walk in and see the white walls and dark hardwood floorboards. My bed is a mattress with no covers, only a white sheet with brown blood stains on it. My walls are bare and plain. I have a dresser that holds some of the very few clothes I have.

I look towards my closet. I open up the closet door and look inside, seeing the black walls, still no light to be turned on, making me smile bigger. I turn and see the hung clothes and pants. I see boxes full and empty. Smiling, I open one box on the left side and unravel a dark brown scarf, pulling out a shovel, a blue watch, 4 extra batteries, and an LED flashlight. I put an alarm on for the watch to go off tomorrow at 9 pm just so I know it's time to run back. I look at the time only to see it's only 1:35 pm, and I have till midnight tomorrow to either get away or get closer to my target. I move a heavy box out of the way and open the black cut-out door. I rush back to the closet door, shutting it and locking it from within before moving back to a cutout wall inside the hole as I climb inside the tunnel. I stick my head out, grab the box, and cover the hole while having it pressed against the wall tightly, and place the wall cover back in place. I grab my shovel and flashlight off the dirt, turning them on, and I start to run. I stop on the side wall. I Mark with the dirt wall with a knife 3MS, meaning 3 miles south. I continue running, marking every mile. My legs burn while my lungs feel tight. I continue to run so far, I am 15 miles out, and the city ends officially at marker 17MS. You're probably thinking What is Lara doing? Well escaping. 

Why not kill the people who hurt you? Because they are all taller and stronger than me, and they don't sleep here. Jacob left to sleep at Kevin's, so I don't kill him in his sleep. And for all the stupid things that boy does, he does one thing smart. Never sleeping where he lays his shit. I see the end of my work and rush to it l. "If I stop, it'll hurt worse than continuing," I prep-talk myself as I start shoveling the wall. I'm hitting rocks and dirt, and my hands are callused over not only the housework but the hard digging I do. I can't give up. This is my only way to escape before they sell me. If I don't leave soon, I might as well start counting my days down. I glance at my watch as it glows lightly. 5:39 pm I have a little over 24 hours left. "Fuck, I need to get out, I need to leave" I continue digging more aggressively trying to get out faster.

It's been 5 hours. I need to meet a goal of 20 miles before I can safely escape this hellhole.. It's almost 10:40 pm. I still have 24 hours. I grab the flashlight and start to sprint back. I need food and water with me when an idea hits me. What if I turn dirt into mud? I sprint harder and faster. After 30 minutes, I reach the end and get out as fast as possible. I grab a bookbag, shove a clean pair of clothes into it.  Then, running to the kitchen, I grab a packet of hidden Ramen and 5 water bottles, stuffing them in a bag. I run to a window and look out the cracked blinds. 3 houses up front, no cars. Blinds shut. I rush to the side and look at our neighbors. No cars. Blinds shut. It's fucking time to leave. NOW. I ran back to the closet. I'll organize it in the tunnel. I look at my watch and see it's 11:20 pm.. I go to my dresser and shove extra clothes in the bag, which consist of 1 hoodie, 2 jeans, 2 shirts and 2 long sleeves, 2 pairs of socks, and running shoes. I slip on my other pair of running shoes that have grip with dirt and mud. I rush to my window and look out the cracked blinds. No home is good. I run to Jacob's room and check to see if the security alarm is on. "Good, it's not". I rush back to the room and look at what once was the security alarm. A memory pours into me like fire as I work around the clock to leave.

"OK whore, this is going on your window. If you leave, it goes off, get it." I nod frantically as he puts the alarm on. After placing the alarm on, he walks to me, smiling, "You know I love you, Lara." I look at him. "Then why do you act as if you hate me, Jacob?" He glares at me. "You know why." He slaps me across the face and leaves the room. Slamming the front door. After I verify that he has left, I start working on the security alarm. I take a metal fork and knife with scissors and start cutting at a blue wire that connects to his alarm base. Next, I pull out the red wire and snip it shut. The black wire is for it to stay stuck to the wall, so no touchy touchy. I start to burn the plastic back together and put everything back, and just as I hear the door slam, I whip the black burn dust off the white and go back to my bed pretending to be asleep. Dumbass won't know what hit him. Tomorrow he won't be here, so I need to work on escaping. I realize I am standing in front of a mirror. I shake my head and look at the time. I can't stand here wasting time.

I open the window and throw an old pair of shoes out the window. I smile at the land as if I've kicked them off while I have fallen to escape. Dumbass will think I went out the window. I go back to my closet and move the boxes and the door. Doing everything I did previously to cover my tracks. Looking at my watch, it's midnight. I grab the flashlight and run as fast as I can. Looking at my watch, I see it's 12:15 am I pick up the pace, getting to the end at 12:20 am. I take off my bag and start to dig around as hard as I can and as fast as I ever did in my life. "Come on, come on, I need to leave."

I feel the sweat dripping off my face and down my chest and back. I stop digging and start to take off my shirt and stuff it in my back pocket as the rest hang out like a hand towel. I'm so thankful for sports bras. I pick up the shovel again and start digging again. As I'm digging, I see my flashlight flicker. I look at my watch and see it's 12:58 am, I set a 10-minute timer, and check to make sure I still have the extra flashlight batteries. My prayers are answered. I do. I go back to digging and within 9 minutes, I have to stop due to the flashlight dying. The darkness surrounds me, and I put down the shovel and grab the flashlight. Unscrewing the bottom, I remove the one medium-sized rechargeable battery and replace it with new ones. I smile as I know I'm good in the dark, "still got it in me," going off just by touch can be hard, but for me it's a game. Closing it up and turning it on, I test it out and smile as I place it back and start to dig again.

After about 50 minutes of digging, I feel my stomach growl. I open my bag and grab a granola bar from the bag with a bottle of water. I quickly inhale it, only taking about 5 minutes. "Time to start again. I can rest when I escape." I pick up the shovel and start to dig again. Breathing heavily, I glance at my watch and see it's 2:00 am. "Fuck" I hurry up and dig faster. Every second counts now. No more stopping, no more breaks. No slowing myself down. After I see my watch hit 3:00 am I run and check how many miles I hit, and I see I hit 22 miles. I grin and put on my shirt and put on my bag and start to dig upwards, making it slanted a bit to climb up. How far down am I? Am I far enough? At least pass the bridge, right? After 30 minutes of digging, I feel the dirt starting to fall more and more muddy. "Fuck is it raining?" I think aloud. I have to stop and move dirt and mud out of the way. I started to push dirt and mud down. "Fuck there's so much, it has to be raining, cause we don't have body of water near us at least 40 miles out unless I underestimated the distance of my digging. Pushing hard and fast I feel pain shoot up my wrist "what the fuck" I look at my hand only to see I cut myself a bit, not to deep but long enough. It spreads from the bottom of my pinkie to the side of my hand. "Fuck it I got to go" I continue digging not worrying about the bruises and cuts I'm getting anymore. I grab my shovel and start digging upwards again, not caring about what's falling on me. After 15 minutes, I finally see a dark, rainy sky. I smile and climb out, look around, and I see I'm in a field, and I see the town bridge 2 miles out. Ok, I'm good. I see a big rock. I run to it and pick it up, rushing it to the hole. I smear mud on the rock, and once I feel like there's a good amount on there. I roll the rock into the hole. Smiling, I look at my work and start to feel a journey arising. "You were going to sell me, your sister. Now deal with your debt and problems, cause you will never see me or know where I am.” I say to myself as I turn south and start to run as fast as possible. Thank God for all the times I had before, cause he will never know which tunnel to choose. When he first chose to start raping me with his friend I started digging in different directions North tunnel going 50 miles. West tunnel going 70 miles. The east tunnel goes 15 miles and the south tunnel goes 22 miles; each tunnel is marked with a mile and direction, but that's not all. You have to know where you're going in order not to get lost, as those tunnels are not straight. They are curved, and other connecting tunnels lead to dead ends. It is a huge maze. So yes, you can get lost and die there. Almost happened to me once, ever since if I wasn’t too certain I would have rope with me, but I always burned it after finding my way to cover my tracks. I see the tree line and rush into it.

I need to get far away from here. Far far away. I check the distance in calculations of how long I've been running and my vision on site. I smile when I can no longer see the bridge but only the forest. "I need sleep. I'm so tired." I climb up just to be safe from anyone. I sit on a huge branch leaning against the tree. I soon fall asleep.

Jacob POV

Walking inside I feel anger and disgust rise in my chest. I have hated my sister since she came into this world. You see I was the child of my parents dreams. I was the golden child, but then she came and all of a sudden, I had to become the protector, the loving but worse of all my soccer got pushed back, my meets cancelled and all because of that baby, not only did my hopes and dreams get crushed by her when she entered this word but my parents love and lives did to. I shake my head as I head up the stairs "Lara, you response when told to, come out here now." I hear silence in the house, Anger flares up in me more as I walk the upstairs hall, as I pass a bedroom I feel a cold breeze and my skin runs cold. "She fucking didn't" I slam open the door and rush to the window only to see her shoes. I snatch my phone out and call my buddy. "Hey Lara escaped, we need her for this sale to go through." I hear my buddy talking about a watch "I don't give two shits about a watch, we can't sell pussy with a watch." I yell out only to be stopped "No, dude, the watch I can track her, I'll send you her location" I gather it up and decide to head out.

Following the map, I am lead to the edge the woods. I start looking around until I hear a rustle. Looking up I see her right on the branch. I decide to climb up and push her off watching her land and groans. I get down and pick her up. "Sweet sweet Lara, do I have some beautiful plans for you." I say as I put her int he car.