Wyld Heart Book 1 of the Blood Mo

I hear a crunch before I feel the pain as it splits through me like a knife, shooting up my side similar to what I imagine a bolt of lightning would feel like.

I snap my eyes open just in time to watch my fathers dirty black boot connect with my ribs, knocking all the air from my lungs, the crunch of the bones breaking almost makes me heave but the pain distracts me from the bile rising up my throat, the pain starts in my side and spreads throughout my entire body. Everything hurt like hell.

“Get up you lazy tramp”

my father spits through clenched teeth.

I fucking hate him! I dream of stabbing the bastard in his sleep when I’m not dreaming of my future mate, but then I imagine that would be too easy for the fat motherfucker! He deserves much worse than a silent knife in his throat!

I take a breath to calm myself before I explode right back, knowing fine rightly if I react badly it will only make things worse.

So I push myself up off the floor where I slept. Glaring at him, he smirks saying nothing as he turns and leaves the room now that he knows I’m awake.

I limp to the bathroom to inspect the damage, my body felt heavy and sore, I crack my neck trying to kill the creek in it as I roll my shoulders but I flinch as my broken rib feels like a knife in my lungs, breathing through it, I make it to the bathroom sink and turn looking at myself.

My body was a mixture of colours, some bruises were fresher than the others, some no longer hurt and some hurt so bad I wish I had a drip of morphine.

An angry red swollen spot on my side confirmed my suspicion that my rib was indeed broken.

I gasp as I pull the clothes from my body, just moving my arms was unbearable as I start the shower, waiting for the water to heat up.

As I catch sight of my naked body I flinch, covered from head to toe in bruises, scars and then there was my body, so skinny from the lack of food a strong wind could probably knock me over.

My long dark brown hair was everywhere as usual, hitting the top of my booty. it was a mess but honestly my hair was the last of my worries.

My eyes were hazel, with a tiny hint of gold throughout, but what pissed me off was the lack of life in them. There was hardly any life left in my soul and as they say the eyes are the windows to our soul.

I found myself completely unattractive Or maybe that’s just what I believed now? After years and years of being told you were nothing but an ugly trollop how else could I feel?

I reach for the towel on the top shelf and winch at the pain, it splits up my side like a knife, I gasp falling forward and catching myself against the shelves. Tears brim in my eyes as I try and fail at shaking off the pain.

I try again, holding my breath as my tiny 5ft 2 body stretches up to grab it.

It was hard to reach on most days because let’s face it, I’m a bloody short ass, never mind reaching it in this shape.

I catch the edge pulling it down, I grin triumphantly as I dump it on the table beside the shower and I climb in.

The water was up high, burning my skin as I step under the steady stream of water.

The pain was bad today, I needed the heat to distract myself from the pain but moving atol hurt way more than it’s meant to, I definitely needed to stop at the pack hospital on the way to school.

I had 2 days until I shift, after that I won’t have this problem. All I will need to do is shift and all my broken bones will break and rearrange so they will set back in the right place when I return to my human form.

I couldn’t wait, 2 days and I will no longer be a useless human, 2 days and I can finally fight back, plus my wolf will come and I will finally have some company up in my head, I’ll have someone that will have my back no matter what and that right now sounds fucking incredible.

I quickly wash and change, leaving the dump I call a bedroom. That’s if you could even class it as that? A few blankets in the corner on a cold hard floor didn’t sound like a bedroom to me but usually I locked the door so it offered some sort of protection from the monster down the hall.

My stomach rumbles, empty as usual, I honestly couldn’t tell you the last time I had a meal in this house, I only ever ate when I was at work or school and even then it was whatever was cheapest.

I go to the kitchen, pulling out 2 cups and I fill them with coffee, taking a drink of mine before placing it on the countertop and I turn on the oven.

I whip up a quick breakfast for my father, stealing a slice of bacon and leaving it to cook a little extra before I plate his up for him.

He hated crispy bacon and I can honestly say it’s probably the thing I hated most about him. When mine is down I quickly swallow it before he catches me, taking one last swig of my coffee. I leave his plate on the counter beside his coffee and I duck out in the hopes of missing him.

Unfortunately for me I wasn’t so lucky, meeting him in the hallway as I leave, I hold my breath as I try to step out of his way, he growls grabbing my shirt, lifting his boot and he kicks me against the side table in the living room.

My tiny frame bounces off it, tears sting my eyes as I fall against my already broken rib, all the oxygen is knocked out of my lungs as I try to resist crying out in pain.

He laughs as the squeak leaves my lips, my chin wobbling as I desperately hold back the scream that was just begging for release.

I refuse to give in and cry, he already got 3 hits in this morning and I wouldn’t allow another. I hold my breath, clambering back onto my feet, ignoring the sting as I drop all attitude, ignoring his face.

“breakfast is on the table”

I say, limping from the room, going the long way so I didn’t have to cross his path again. As I reach the front door I sigh in relief, slamming the door closed with as much force as possible.

“have some fucking manners you tramp”

I heard him roar inside. I chuckled shaking my head

“I hope I break your house you dick”