When my mother passed away, everything began. When that happened, I was 8 years old. My father started drinking because he was unable to cope with the loss. I didn't know what was going on at the moment since I was so bewildered. My parents both passed away in that year. He didn't start hitting me until I was nine years old. It began with a few slaps here and there but developed gradually. I believed I had erred in some way. Everything got worse as the years passed. I simply want to get away, but no matter what I do, he always finds me. I'm in a bind. Nothing can save you. I truly feel lost.
Serena's point of view.
It all began when my mother passed away. My age was 8 at the time. My father started drinking because he couldn't bear the loss. I couldn't understand what was going on since I was so bewildered. That year, I lost both of my parents. I wasn't hit by him till I was nine years old. A few slaps here and there were the beginning, but it quickly gained momentum. I believed I had acted improperly. Everything deteriorated over the years. I've tried to run away, but every time I do, he finds me. I'm confined. There is no way out. I really am lost.
The sound of my alarm roused me up. I turned it off as quickly as I could. I hastily sprang up and slipped on my extra-large navy sweater. I'm very certain that this was formerly my dad's. I put on some runners and a pair of leggings. Since it was the quickest thing I could cook, I made him porridge for breakfast today. I'm hoping I can leave the house before he gets up. I don't want my day to begin with another beating. I simply need a break. It wasn't to be.
He said, "Where's my beer, you sl*t?" He approached me with a little bit of a stumble.
Only three cans remained when I immediately dashed to the kitchen. I had a serious problem. Typically, he requested a bottle of vodka and at least ten cans. Only roughly three-thirds of the vodka has been consumed. Where could I turn? I went back to the living room with the beer cans and his breakfast.
He said, "Where's the rest?"
Naturally, I flinched. He didn't like it when I made eye contact, so I lowered my head and avoided it. Maybe I could find a way to escape the beating. I held my breath as I said, "We're low; I'll get some on the way back from school."
That's not good enough, you wh*re, he growled. You useless b*tch, why even do I keep you around?
While he was speaking, he removed his belt and swung it directly in my direction. I couldn't avoid it because doing so would simply make matters worse. It struck me directly in the face. He yelled at me to go and to wait until I brought him alcohol before I returned. I left the house as quickly as I could after not needing to be reminded twice. His bad laugh could be heard as I was walking away.
Since my mother passed away, my friends have gradually drifted away, making school not much better than home. Who could blame them, after all? Everyone appeared to believe I was useless. They once questioned my well-being. People do not genuinely ask whether you are okay when they do so. You simply have to do it because society expects you to. I used to enjoy going to school because it was my getaway. But after I started high school, everything started to significantly shift. Finally, I was bullied and had lost all of my friends. The abuse continued unabated. I rapidly lost my social standing. When they weren't verbally attacking me, my lack of friends left me alone and unnoticed. I feel like such a waste of space. I have no place. Due to the beatings, I've fallen behind in some of my classes. Either I miss class or I am unable to perform any work physically.
I quickly arrived at the school, or hell, as I prefer to refer to it. Art was the one course I genuinely enjoyed. The only instructor who seemed to like me was Ms. Jones. I could also communicate. When I was painting or creating Lino, I always felt at ease.
To get my books, I approached my locker. To hide the flaming red bruise that was developing on my face from the belt, I kept my hood up and my face hidden. Not that they'd give a damn. I made an effort to blend in to avoid their jeers. I mean, it generally works.
In order to avoid people and grab a seat in the rear, I hastened to my first class. In any case, I didn't want the attention. Although I look pretty reclusive, I suppose that's just who I am right now.
Jay's point of view
The grating sound of my alarm roused me up. Inane invention. To stop the annoying ringing, I picked it up and threw it across the room. I was experiencing a fantastic dream where I discovered my love. I look forward to meeting my future Luna. The alpha female of my flock was necessary. In an effort to track her down, I was enrolling at a new school. I've been to every pack in the nation, but to no avail. I'm still holding out hope, though. From the pack home, the school was roughly an hour away. She might not be a wolf after all, I guess. Unless she is a rebel, I hope she's not a rogue, please.
I walked right to the main office when I arrived at the school to collect my schedule. I observed that a lot of women were focusing on me, but I wasn't paying attention. Unlike what most people believe, alphas are not players. We are aware that if we sleep with someone else, it will hurt our partner. Even as young puppies, one of our strongest instincts is to constantly defend our spouse. I merely desired my mate. Girls who flaunt their possessions while donning modest attire do not appeal to me. Leave some unidentified people.
I started with math. goddess I detested that course. both letters and numerals. Why did letters have to be added? Numbers are what math is meant to be.
I was welcomed inside by the most incredible, mouth-watering aroma. In an effort to locate the source, I searched the space. Describe it. Can she be the one?
I noticed a female in the back who had her head down and was obscured from my view by a hood. My wolf companion was howling. I only wanted her to raise her head. Eventually, I located her. My buddy. I'm eager to see her. The happiest day ever has arrived.
I was instructed by the instructor to sit up front. I wish it had been alongside her because I was curious about her name. I'm curious about every detail about her. I'm eager to discover just how extraordinary she is. When the lesson finally concluded, it was agonizingly slow, and when I tried to find her, she had left. I will grant her that my tiny friend is swift.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience, but Carrie made the mistake of falling in love with Kristopher. When the time came that she needed him the most, her husband was in the company of another woman. Enough was enough. Carrie chose to divorce Kristopher and move on with her life. Only when she left did Kristopher realize how important she was to him. In the face of his ex-wife’s countless admirers, Kristopher offered her 20 million dollars and proposed a new deal. “Let’s get married again.”
Madison had always believed that she would marry Colten. She spent her youth admiring him from afar, dreaming of their future life together. But Colten was always indifferent to her, and when he abandoned her at a time when she needed him most, she finally realized that he never loved her. With renewed resolve and a thirst for revenge, Madison left. Endless possibilities lay ahead, but Colten was no longer part of her plans. Colten rushed to her place in a panic. "Madison, please come back to me. I’ll give you everything!" It was his powerful uncle who answered the door. "She's my woman now."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
Rumors said that Lucas married an unattractive woman with no background. In the three years they were together, he remained cold and distant to Belinda, who endured in silence. Her love for him forced her to sacrifice her self-worth and her dreams. When Lucas' true love reappeared, Belinda realized that their marriage was a sham from the start, a ploy to save another woman's life. She signed the divorce papers and left. Three years later, Belinda returned as a surgical prodigy and a maestro of the piano. Lost in regret, Lucas chased her in the rain and held her tightly. "You are mine, Belinda."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!