15 and still no wolf…
(Anna)
**BANG** I jerk awake to the loud slamming of a door, I don’t know who slammed it and it doesn’t really matter. Could be my dad, could be John my older brother…neither care enough to be quiet while people. are sleeping.
Today is my fifteenth birthday but I doubt there will be any cake or hugs involved. It is also the day my mum, my dad’s fated mate, died. You see it is my fault, she died while giving birth to me and if that is not enough to cause me pain my dad makes sure I never forget it. As I have every year since turning twelve, I spend a few minutes reaching out in my mind to contact a wolf that never answers back. As a female, I should have met my wolf at twelve, this would allow me time to bond with her ready for my first shift at fourteen.
Except my wolf has never spoken to me and I have never shifted. I try with all my might, but I finally give up, she’s not there and I don’t even know why I try anymore.
I climb off my single foam mattress…no bed for me, stains don’t need proper beds. I pull off my ratty night shirt and pull on a pair of two sizes too big grey leggings and a simple plain white t–shirt. I drag a comb through my hair, again wishing I had a brush to tame my stupidly puffy white blonde locks. I wrap my hair into a messy bun and take a deep breath.
Time to start the day..
As I climb the stairs from the basement to the kitchen, I pray my father has passed out, maybe even drunk himself into a coma, maybe he has had a heart attack, maybe…. who am I kidding, life does not work like.
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from a bottle of Jack Daniels, no glass just the bottle, exactly how father likes it. He’s sat staring into space, he has a belly that can rival any pregnant woman,
on a pair of white briefs that almost match his wife beater. He has a bald head and a stumpy nose; he has piercing blue eyes…my eyes. He always says if it wasn’t for my eyes he would be asking if I was truly his. I
hell have you been?!” He yells at me which is not
sleeping” I stammer as quickly as
to get to work.” He voice leaves no room for argument and
it just you or is John home?” I ask in a small voice.
him move, it is so sudden. A large fry pan sized hand connects with the left side of my face. I am knocked off balance and I land on my ass. I am seeing
mere inches from my face. As he sits back down, I scramble to my feet and make quick work of getting some eggs, bacon and toast in front of my father. No coffee, who needs coffee when you have whiskey.
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bottle of Jack Daniels, no glass just the bottle, exactly how father likes it. He’s sat staring into space, he has a beer belly that can rival any pregnant woman, he wears a wife beater that I am sure was white once upon a time but now it’s almost yellow, from smoking, food, beer, sweat, piss and I’m sure some blood and other bodily fluids. He’s got on a pair of white briefs that almost match his wife beater. He
bloody hell have you been?!” He yells at me which is
father, I was sleeping” I stammer as quickly as possible.
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