Warning for sensitive readers⚠️ this chapter contains mature content, abuse, uncomfortable situations and or S/A‼️ If you get easily triggered please take care of your mental health and skip this chapter.
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"Please stop!!"
The most she can remember is her fight being met with a mind-numbing blow to her head which makes her fall back on to the bed that lost its warm soft layer of comfort. All she could hear was the ratchet rapid fearful beats of her heart and something apart from the grunting and slapping. The rain, she turned her head to face the rain. She remembers hearing the pitter patter as it hit her window.
She felt a heavy rough had grip her face then got rewarded with another angry blow to her face. This one did it, her stomach quenched in pain and nausea. Her head spun and she stares up at the ceiling of her room, a familiar darkness. The rain drowned out her pain and misery. She focused on the blur of the rain all hope and purpose gone. She remembers the nothingness as her eyes closed, she remembers the stubborn hands abusing her limb body and she remembers the lies he made up.
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She shot up her bed. Thank the heavens it was all a dream. Again, she felt the uncomfortable pang of nausea and she ran to her small bathrooms. She was too late to reach the toilet, but she was closer to the sink. Her body heated with sweat, discomfort and the fire made its way out her mouth and some her nose.
That is her daily routine. She cleans up the vile fragment of her hunting dreams and now sat in her shower. The water is not really hot, but she can feel the drops of razor blades urging her body to react. She did. More heat escaped her eyes; she stared at the empty wall and her fingers turning red. She started sobbing holding herself close.
There's no such thing as time in the mornings. Her days and nights were routine; the faces she saw were foreign. Her pack watched as her life was sucked out of her. Yes, they are part wolf, but they lost their humanity. She was continuously broken down she became silent, no one heard her speak for years now since no one heard her. She maintained her image, excelled in school and forcefully survived every day.
She felt the familiar hot emotions making their way down her cheek. She bought her hand to her surely bruised cheek and felt the moisture. It's strange how her body wanted her to taste her misery. She got up and walked out consequences be damned; it's not like anyone is going to at least pretend to be worried. What the hell is pack law when no one follows it unless it regards omegas?
The headmistress dragged her by the hair. Alexandria didn't fight it she let herself be pulled, shoved, thrown against a hard surface. The room was dark. So, she closed her eyes. Behind her lids, she saw herself diving into deep water. But she wasn't just swimming—she was hunting. She craved the rough, ancient texture of a crocodile's hard surface as her heart. In her mind's eye, her jaws extended, latching onto its skull. She bit down hard until bone shattered. A slap pulled her back. She reeled not from pain, but from the reminder of how vast and empty nothingness could feel.
"The rules are there to be followed. I don't care how smart you are, you will not ruin the name of this school. You should also pride yourself with discipline and grace. If you continue to carry yourself like this, which alpha will want you?"
She started blankly at the fierce looking woman. Her hair is style in a typical bun, her facial lines harsh as if time wished to age her like her rotten personality. Rules? Those still exist. Alpha? Who would want to subject themselves to an alpha in a society that don't value omegas?
She brought her body closer. At least she can protect herself. Everyone gets mad when she refuses to talk to them and usually make their displeasure known. How can you force yourself to be disciplined in a graceless world? She got pissed at her silence.
She felt sharp nail pierce her bruised skin, she winced at the sting as, but she could not focus on the bitter ache. She was pushed against the table. She wanted to curl up, but something tells her that is not what the head mistress wants her to do. Again, she will get punished for her silence. Resigned to her fate she turned held on to the desk waited for her punishment to start.
"You are not a mute. Say something!"
She bowed her head. She heard the wind got sliced and her bottom felt the humbling pain. A damn broom sticks to discipline children for being disruptive. Yet, she is receiving punishment for her tears and silence. Where is the justice in that? The the more she swings, the numb it gets. At first, she winced at the combining pains of molestation but now she numbs to it all.
"Speak! That is an alpha command."
She felt like laughing. Those commands don't work on her and when the mistress saw that... She got more furious and landed an additional five over the ten that humbles her. She can see her tears but no one in this pack deserves to hear her voice. It's not pride; It's discipline. The irony of it all. Her voice is the one thing she can control right now. Why would she want to lose that? She did but why should she cry, scream and beg if nothing comes out of it?
"Get out before I hurt you."
She walked of of the comforting cold barely acknowledging the pain. She walked to the bathroom to evaluate the blows she vaguely feels. The head mistress is way to skilled in targeting her thighs and bottom to cover her extent of abuse and miss conduct. She splashes water on her face and head to class not saying a word.
"Sit down Marx."
She nodded and went to her desk. She sits on a thousand of hot, shards of ice and needles. The pain moved from the tip of her toes and rushed though to her head. She fought against every demon to not say a word. The internal struggle makes her experience every ounce of pain her body and mind ignored.
Here an almost sixteen-year-old senior forced to sit through five more hours of school. Her body protests at her tolerance. The intercom beeped an annoying sound that introduced a migraine to the party. Happy days. She knows tears probably escaped as she tried to control the pain radiating throughout her body.
"Can Alexandria Marx please make her way to the office with your bag."
That beep rang again. Completely miserable she made her way to the one place everyone fears. She walked but did not bow at any teacher, principals or alphas. In her mind they don't deserve an ounce of submission and respect from her.
"Alexandria, your cousin is here to pick you up."
What is her life? How does she deserve this life? She looks at her step cousin who grins as if he should be appreciated or worshiped. She followed him, he looks to be in a good mood. He pulled her closer and he kissed her unmoving lips.
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