Rejecting My Contracted Luna

a's

owls and I look down at the

I moan. "I am fi

aises his hand to slap me across the face. His hand hits me right on the bruise t

up," He growls at me. "

my bedroom. "I can't," I grunt as I walk u

says with a smirk sp

morning violated and covered in more bruises. I slam my bedroom door behind me and I slip out of my school

f the bruises. Slipping off the blouse, I slide on a white long sleeved t- shirt and then pu

eflection in the mirror, I shrug my shoulders knowing that this is going to be about as good as it gets. My stomach rumbles loudly reminding me that I have not ea

or the front door when my father steps ou

not trust the smile that he has spread across his lips. But he is blo

typical friends. Rough around the edges with an evil look in his eyes. I try not to pay attention to the way that his eyes rake over my body as I stand awkward

ays with a serious

ss in front of me. "I don't think I sh

ven closer to me and growls

the glass to my lips and take a little sip. My face screws up as the li

uid as fast as I possibly can. Once I take the last gulp I gag a little before I force the rest

grow fuzzy. I blink my eyes several t

ords are slurred as the world ar

s to the man that is still sitting at the di

ll to the ground. My father and Rick both stand over me with huge gri