Fleurie's point of view: My brother Ryan and I were quite close. When we were kids and mum was still around, we used to do everything together, from bathing with our ducks to getting each other in trouble and being mischievous. He was with me every second of my life until I was eight years old when everything changed: my mother left, my father arrived became a violent scumbag, and my brother fled. When he fled, he left me a letter. He said that he couldn't handle it any longer, from the violence of my father and the death of our mother and that he was going to ask for help and come back for me. He never came back. Just like my mother. I simply wanted to know whether he ever thought about me. Why did he leave when he knew the scumbag was violent? Was he ever considerate about the torture I would receive? or was everything a sham? Was I a mistake, as this scumbag claimed? Was it entirely my fault? What did I do to earn it? I hurried out of school like there was no tomorrow. I was
Graysen's point of view:For the remainder of the day, I didn't see Fleurie. In the school, her scent was faint. When I first saw her scarred and bruised face, I was filled with rage. I smelled a male's scent on her; perhaps that man did it all to her. Is he her boyfriend? Is it her brother? Is it a member of her family? Her father or mother? I had been thinking about her all day. I couldn't come up with anything else to think about or work on. I'm here at my office, working on some pack business. I sigh and look out the ceiling-to-floor window. A lot of pups were out playing with their friends and some parents were watching their kids in wolf form. I can hear footsteps and Someone began knocking on the door a few moments later. "Come in," the door opened, and my beta Martin entered; I had sent him earlier to get information about Fleurie. "Alpha, I brought the information you requested," he continued with a respectful tone obvious in his voice, holding out a thin yellow file
Fleurie's point of view: I suppose I tried pretty hard to fight back the first two or three times the scumbag hit me. But I gradually realized that when you try to physically defend yourself against a man who is bigger, rougher, and stronger than you, you wind up inflicting more harm to yourself than to him. Not only would I be damaged from the blows that scumbag inflicted on me, but also from my own attempts to defend myself. I eventually learnt how to crouch away in a safe manner. Retaliation was no longer a possibility. and I did this yesterday, the day before, and the year before that. I cooked for him this morning, but I didn't get any food today as well. There was pushing and shoving and throwing stuff at me at my previous school, and there was one of the students that were squirted squirting me with ketchup and had Skittles candy thrown at me in the cafeteria. I wish I had never lived a life where I fought with my body, leaving behind persistent scars that will never go awa
Fleurie's point of view: "Hey Flow," A soft familiar voice called. I groaned as I got up from the grassy grounds. " Who is there?" I asked as if haven't been mute for half of my life. " Flow," The voice giggled and called again. " Who is there?" I asked eagerly wanting to know who it was and from where is it calling. " I'm here baby," The voice said from behind me and lightly chuckled. I abruptly looked behind me. There she was standing behind me. Her dark brown eyes and hazel eyes. My mother stood there, looking at me with a smile mounting her face. " Mommy?" With a choked sob, I called. " Yeah baby, it's me," She smiled warmly. I leapt toward her and pulled her in a crushing hug. "I miss you, Mommy, I miss you so much," I continued saying as I wailed. Suddenly, everything stopped. No wind moved the trees and no warmth came from the body I am hugging. It all turned black and I fell deep. As I came out of the blackness and slowly opened my eyes, blinking at the blindin
Fleurie's point of view: Doctor Brittany informed me that I had been unconscious for almost seven days. She informed me that I had four fractured ribs, which thankfully did not pierce my lungs. I'm hoping it did. I have nine stitches across my brow and another four on my jaw. She informed me that she had treated both old and fresh injuries on my body. She predicted that my jaw and forehead would scar. Doctor Brittany is a nice woman, and Victoria, the woman who was sitting next to me when I awoke, is Graysen's mother. I can see the anxiety in her eyes as she softly and caringly attended to me. I'm not used to receiving so much love and attention. It's strange. I'm still perplexed as to who brought me here. And I was more concerned about who would pay for the hospital because I had no money. I felt helpless and cumbersome, and I'm afraid of what would happen if I fell asleep. He could return to me, I know he will, and he will surely take me to finish what he was doing. Everyt
Fleurie's point of view: I was startled when I awoke in a dark room, in a lovely fluffy bed, which truly felt fantastic. I examined the powder baby walls, which had images hung on them, rewards on the shelf, and a large black screen. Standing up, I yanked the blankets off. I glanced at the images; there were people in them, a large family. It was freezing. I looked down at my outfit, which consisted of an enormous shirt and baggy sweatpants. Someone saw it. Someone saw my scars. It is not allowed. He's going to murder me. He threatened to murder me if anyone found out. Oh gosh, what will I do? He stated that he will never leave me alone. I should just go because he will bring harm to everyone in this house because of me. I dashed to the front door. I flung it open and dashed into the corridor in this vast space, ignoring the anguish and soreness I was experiencing. I spotted the steps and dashed downstairs. I could hear distant voices. Now I'm slamming into someone's ches
Fleurie's point of view: I've been here at Graysen's place for days now, and I'm still oddly at ease. I'm still frightened of leaving the room. Graysen's mother made sure I ate every meal, but it's still too difficult; every time I try to eat something, I throw up the next second, but I'm getting used to it by sipping soups and eating lighter foods. Food was not something I'd eat with the scumbag on a regular basis. In such a house, I can go for two days without eating. Even if I were to eat, it would be leftovers and scraps. I'm really glad and appreciative of everything Graysen's family has done for me. Despite the fact that I can't stay here much longer. He's going to track me down, track down this family, and then destroy both of us. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't notice or hear him enter the room. " Fleurie," I was taken aback. I raised my head, widening my eyes. Graysen apologized quietly, "I'm sorry if I scared you." I shook my head and began writing i
Fleurie's point of view: "Shh, it's okay now, I'm here," Graysen said as I awoke from my nightmare. I had a dream about being dragged across the floor by him and him bringing his terrifying and strange-looking pals from that day. Thankfully, Graysen jolted me awake from my nightmare. Day by day, As I drift into the arms of sleep, as a child in a wonderland, my brain draws monsters as a sort of montage, changing as the moments pass. I've been waking up in a cold sweat, shaking, my pulse racing, suspicious and paranoid that the terror has followed me here in this house-like mansion for the past several days. Last night was fantastic; it seemed like a young girl's fantasy. Graysen's mother was sweet and loving; she reminded me a lot of my mother, which makes me miss her so much. Elliot and Emmett were a lot of fun. It makes me miss my brother while also making me hate him more. My bath was prepared for me by Graysen. After immersing myself in the water for an hour or more, I wrappe