My Immortal Luna

Memories

Eleanor

Thirteen years ago.

The sound of adult voices screaming at each other, had me jolting up in my bed.

I hardly slept. Not when the monster came to torment me every night.

I moved quietly, knowing I shouldn’t be away from my bed, but I was curious.

And the voices were familiar.

“Gillian, you can’t do this. I promise I’ll behave!” my mum sounded like she was sobbing.

What did my father want to do to her.

It was dark in the hallway, but my vision had kicked in enough for me not to stumble on my feet.

“It’s Alpha Gillian to you. The fact that you are mine does not mean you should forget your place!” my father growled.

The next sound that followed had me flinching and stopping briefly in my steps.

But I continued, walking over to the railing that overlooked the sitting room of the mansion.

I clung to the bars, pressing my face closer to see between them as I was too short to bed over.

Mum knelt, the straps of her pretty white dress falling off her shoulders, her hands behind her back.

Dad stood over her, his back to me, looking just as huge and scary as ever.

The broken neck of bottle in his hand and the pieces of glass at his feet, scattered around mum gave me an idea of the noise I had heard earlier.

Had mum broken the bottle and now dad was mad at her?

He was always mad, and scary.

But he always told me girls were wild creatures and should be put in their place at all times.

He was putting mum in her place, but I hated that he wasn’t kind enough to do it nicely.

“I’m so sorry, Alpha Gillian.” Mum sniffed, using her shoulders to wipe her tears as she still had her hands pinned behind her back.

Dad laughed, the sound loud and unpleasant I scrunched my face. “I know you are not sorry.” he barked, bringing the sharp glass to mum’s face. “You know how I know? you apologize all day, but you still go ahead to do the same thing, over and over again!”

Mum’s eyes went round, but she stayed still as Dad pressed the glass to her face, drawing blood.

I felt something hot prickle behind my eyes, my chest thudding at the sight before me. I wanted to scream for him to stop that he was hurting her, but I remembered the monster in my room.

He had told me screaming will only end with me suffering the same fate, if not more.

As if noticing my presence mum’s eyes turned to me, and I panicked, stepping away from the railing.

“Go to your room!” she commanded through the mind-link.

“But mum, he’s hurting you. Dad’s hurting you.” I whispered, even if it was through the link.

I heard mum scream, but her voice came through the link again. “Go to your room, Eleanor! I will not repeat myself!” this time, she sounded so stern.

With reluctance, I turned, walking back to my room on shaky legs.

I was little, but I knew it was wrong. It looked wrong. Felt wrong...

Once I got to my room, I got into bed, my eyes wide, knowing once again, I wasn't going to sleep.

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I woke up with a gasp, my heart racing in my chest, and looked around, trying to get a grasp of my surroundings.

Only when I saw where I was, did my racing heart begin to calm down. But not nearly enough.

“I’m not at Graverstone pack anymore. Haven’t been there in thirteen years.” I whispered shakily to myself. “I’m at Moonlight Academy For Gilded Bloodlines.”

My heart beat leveled, and I was able to breathe smoothly.

I frowned at the memory, sniffing as I wondered why I had had it all of a sudden.

I had been five when that incident had happened. No one had a detailed memory of things that happened at five, but I did.

Just like I had memories of the first day I opened my eyes to the world.

My father was an asshole, and it pained me that he was still very much alive. If only I could get my hands on him...

The door opened, and Ava walked in, carrying a small bag. “So, are you ready?”

I blinked at her. “Ready to do what?” I asked in confusion, taking in her outfit.

From the tennis leather skirt, to the shimmering top she had on, and the black boots, I could tell she was going somewhere.

But where?

Ava scrunched her brows together, then pointed at me. “Uhm...are you all dressed up to go to bed then? Or you simply forgot I got an invite to a party.”

She had the duh look on her face.

My gaze dropped to my body and I was quickly reminded that I had indeed gotten dressed to go out with her, after she won’t let me be.

So I had fallen asleep with a party outfit on.

Great.

“Where is this party again?” I asked, trying to remove her attention from me.

I also needed to remove my attention from me too. So much had happened in one day to end it with a dream about the man who was definitely going to make me a cold blooded murderer if I continued to remember him.

“You’ll see.” she winked, linking her arm with mine and pulling me out the door.

I mean, I lived a very boring life, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend and roommate, who knew what was up.