I woke up to the sound of people arguing. I automatically knew it was my mother and her boyfriend, Frank, who were fighting yet again.
Since my father died, my mom has been drowning in depts and had become an alcoholic who only gives a damn about drugs and alcohol. She went from the loving and caring woman she once was, to an absolute whore who doesn't care about anything but her precious self. It saddens, but mostly, angers me to know my mother has this toxic relationship with this abusive scumbag of boyfriend. Now my life has become a living hell. At ninteen years old I could go to college or have my own house and everything, but I just can't leave my mom with this sick bastard she calls 'boyfriend'.
Sighing, I got out of bed rubbing the sleep of my eyes. I went to my closet to grab some clean clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower, hoping that when I come out, they won't be still arguing. Stripping out of my boxers, I hopped in the shower and started the water. With soap in hand, I started scrubbing it against my skin.
As soon that I was certain that every inches of my body and hair was clean, I turned the water off and stepped out. Wrapping a towel around my waist, I shook my head to get rid of most of the water in my soaked hair.
Looking in the mirror, I stared at my reflection for a moment, taking in my looks. I have messy thick dark brown hair that is short on the sides and slightly longe on top, thick eyebrows above big dark gray orbs with a golden ring around the edge as my eyes, long eyelashes, high cheekbones, a perfectly structured nose, full lips and a square jaw and chin. I have flawless smooth skin with a tan. I am also very tall, like six feet and five inches. So yeah, we can say I'm a pretty big buy.
Reaching for my razor, I started shaving my one day old stubbles. Soon, my face was smooth and soft like a baby. I put my clothes on, brushed my teeth and just as I was about to get out of the bathroom, I heard yelling and glass shattering. I bolted out the door and ran towards the commotion; the kitchen.
When I entered the kitchen, I saw red. I immediately regretted having ignored my mother and Frank arguing to take a shower instead. There was my mom, sitting on the kitchen floor with bruises and cuts on her body and face. I could see she had cried from her puffy red eyes. She was slowly picking up broken pieces of plates on the floor.
A furious growl rumbled through our little house. Both my wolf and I were livid. "He hurt her!" My wolf snarled.
"I know and he'll pay for this!" I replied through gritted teeth.
Turning to my mother, I asked, "Where the hell is he?"
"No, Beau, don't do anything, I'm fine. It wasn't his fault anyway, he was just drunk."
Like you, I thought.
"Why are you defending him? He hurt you!" I yelled, my anger towards Frank rising dangerously.
"Just leave me alone already! You're so annoying! I just hope these hunters would have killed you like your damn father so I wouldn't have had to deal with you!" She snapped, throwing a broken plate at me that shattered into multiple pieces when it hit the wall behind me.
I just stood there, shocked that my own mother would hurt me and say those horrible things. If it wasn't for my inhuman senses, that plate would've hit me square in the face. But it would have been way less painful than her words. She didn't even show any remorse. She was just standing, in the middle of our little kitchen, surrounded by broken glass, glaring at me.
I could feel a stinging sensation in my eyes. I couldn't believe my mom. My wolf was whining in my head and it took me all my strength to hold back my tears.
I needed air, I needed to run and I needed to shift and right now!
Without looking at the woman I thought loved me, I ran out of the house and into the woods. Not even caring about my clothes, I shifted into my wolf form, shredding all the clothes I was wearing. I was about to flee with my super speed, but I suddenly felt eyes staring at me. It could be my mom, wanting to apologize!
Curiosity got the best of me, so slowly; I turned around to see fucking Frank, holding a gun towards me. With the look of pure horror on his face, I knew he saw me shifting. Oh god! I kept telling myself to run, to dodge, to fight, to do something, but my body refused to move, I was frozen in place. All I could do was watch as he pulled the trigger and then a sudden burst of pain hitting my right shoulder. It was burning at an unbearable level. Silver! It was a silver bullet. How did he know? I felt dizzy and started seeing black spots, before collapsing to the ground, my muscles too weak to hold my weight.
And then, I was out like a light.