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"No, please, daddy!" the young girl screamed, tears streaking down her face.

The man glared at her, warning her to keep her mouth shut. She had no choice but to remain silent as she watched the other man drag her older sister away. Her father then grabbed her and walked away, telling her it was for her sister's safety.

The young girl didn't understand, but once he dropped her on the ground she knew why he sent her away. He wouldn't want her to see what he's going to do to her fragile younger sister. The one he blamed for her mother leaving him, the one who has no idea why her mother even left. Tears continued to roll down her cheeks, but they only fueled the anger in her father.

"Daddy, please-

She never got to finish for he roughly slapped her, the sound echoing in the rain soaked forest. Her tears mixed with the rain that now poured down, soaking them both. His eyes were black, accusing, and angry. They frightened her, her heart was pounding against her chest as he grabbed her jaw.

"You are going to regret what you did." he snarled.

She furrowed her eyebrows, "What...what did I do?" she whimpered.

Her innocence caused him to become even angrier; he told himself that she caused this. That she told her mother what he had done and had forced her mother to leave. He shoved away the realistic side of his mind, ignoring the fact that his daughter most likely didn't. He grabbed her and threw her against a tree, her ribs making a sickening crack. However, he shoved his guilt and concern aside. He stormed over to her and continued his beating.

"You are a mistake." he spat as her vision went black.

***

I winced as I pulled myself out of bed, trying to ignore the aching from yesterday's beatings. I walked to my mirror and sighed. Of course, just my luck to have a dislocated shoulder. Ivy could help me since the pack doctor won't. I shook my head, I don't understand why I'm hated. I never will either.

I know it has something to do with my mother leaving when I was only eight. Since then my father, older sister, and pack have hated me. It slightly angers me that they blame me for their Luna's decision. My mom planned to leave, I didn't tell her to. She left because she wanted to and that was that. Seeing how my father is, I don't blame her for leaving. Though, I don't know if he was like this before my mother left. I know he loved her and maybe still does. Not like I'll ever know anyway, I never talk to him anymore. It would be useless to ask.

I quickly showered under freezing cold water, my thin form shivering violently. Once I was cleaned and dressed I scurried downstairs, hurrying to make breakfast for the pack. I had just finished filling the last plate when the pack filed in. My sister walked in first while holding hands with her mate, Dylan.

I ignored them, focused on my task as I placed the plate down. I didn't want them to hit me even more, my ribs felt as if they were going to break any minute. Over the years I've learned to not cry, to keep my emotions bottled up. What would be the point anyway? Crying won't get them to stop, it'll only make them hit me further. My sobs would never get someone to actually care for me, like my father says, I'm a mistake.

I left the dining room after that, carefully dodging my father as he walked in. I walked back up to my room and collapsed onto my bed, feeling empty. This is the third week that I'm not eating, I've lost my appetite a long time ago. I sighed, I just hope that one day their beating will be too much. That I'll close my eyes and never wake up.

Then they'll finally realize their mistake and I'll finally be free. Free from all the emotional and physical pain. Free from the mental and physical abuse. I know I used to love my family and pack, but now I fear them. I can never love them again, no matter what.

I woke up to my sister screaming at me, rage evident in her eyes as she yanked me from my bed. I landed on the floor, wincing as my ribs started to hurt even more. I looked up to see her still screaming at me, but all I could hear was a beeping in my ears. My vision was dotted with black spots as I tried to stay awake. I broke out into a cold sweat, knowing full well that I was about to pass out.

"Are you even listening?" she snapped.

Finally the beeping stopped and the black spots vanished, I blinked a few times before swallowing. "I-I'm sorry...there was a b-beeping...in m-my ears." I stuttered.

She sighed, "Dylan's brother is going to be here in five minutes. We're meeting his fiance; this house has to be clean!"

I scurried to my feet and ran out the bedroom door, I clenched my jaw as I instantly started cleaning the floors. I wasn't looking forward to seeing Dylan's brother, Andrew. I've hated him every since the day he rejected me, making my heartbreak into a million pieces. Not only that, he rejected me in front of my pack, father, and sister. Everyone laughed at me, they never allowed me to go a day without being teased for it.

The fact he's now marrying someone else made my heart hurt again, but I knew I had to shove it down. I swallowed as tears threatened to spill, I haven't cried for two years now, I can't cry now. I snapped my head up as his scent flowed through the air, making my stomach do a back flip. I put the vacuum cleaner away and started for my room, but then he grabbed my wrist. I spun around to see him and his fiance glaring at me.

"You're still alive?" he asked, a disgusted look on his face.

I swallowed, not for long. I thought bitterly before nodding. "Yes."

His fiance cocked her head, watching me with curious yet disgusted eyes. "You look terrible...why would they let you live? You're more of a burden on them, don't you think, honey?" she asked, turning towards Andrew.

Andrew nodded, "Let's go, I don't want to vomit."

As they left I walked into the kitchen to make dinner; I hadn't realized the time that went by. I quickly finished, setting every plate on the table and every drink. I walked out right as they all walked in, talking and smiling. Laughter filled the air and it only brought me sorrow; I wish it could go back before my mother left.

I walked up the stairs and sat on my bed, a single tear dropping onto the ground. I closed my eyes, willing myself to stop the crying. It was pathetic of me, I don't deserve to cry. I got up and walked over to my window to look out at it, why does the Moon Goddess hate me so much? I sighed, just watching the stars dance in the sky, wishing I could just sleep forever.

After a while I looked over towards my bathroom, debating on weather or not I should do this. I shook my head, no, I can't. I got up and changed into my pj's before slipping under my thin blanket. I closed my eyes, knowing tomorrow would just be the same. Them beating me and teasing me, making me feel like complete shit.