i just want points

Chapter 1

"FATHER PLEASE!" I begged to my so-called father.

"SHUT THE f**k UP!" he hollered back at me.

He wipped me one last time. My back oozed blood and my body trembled with fear. I was in enourmous pain. At least, today wasn't as bad as the other days. He wasn't drunk so i didn't have to worry about some broken bottles being shoved into my thighs.

I could never understand how someone, a father, couls treat a child in such a cruel and inhuman way. What did i ever do to him? Oh, wait.. I remember. I killed my mother. According to him, my birth was the cause of her death.

My mother was only 22 years old when she became pregnant with me. My father was overjoyed with the pregnancy. Up until he found out that she could not give birth.Her body was to weak. She would die from it. Knowing that his precious 'Mate' would die from birth, he was quick to change his mind. My mother, on the other hand, refused to give up her child. As any other good mother would do. Quickly after my birth, my father named me Bane.

Now I know what you're thinking. 'isn't bane the name of a boy?' 'isn't it the name of a characters from the comic book series named batman?'. Well my answer is yes, and yes. Bane is actually a word that means destruction, annihilation and murder. That is what my father saw when I was born. I'm a murderer.

They say that werewolves mate for life. Once a werewolf finds his mate, they are bonded together as on as soon as the male claims the female. While a normal pair of two werewolves would be mates, my parents where different. My father is a werewolf. One of the strongest. He was the main fighter of his old pack and the second in commend. I guess you could call him a Beta. My mother, on the other hand, was a simple human.

She was small and fragile. that's why having a baby killed her. Her body was too small. Not small as underdevelopped, no. I meant small as in 5 foot and about 100 lbs. My father in comparaision is 6'4 and around 220lbs. My father was easily twice my mother's size. I'm still quite surprised that she didn't die during s*x.

"GO TO YOUR ROOM! YOU ARE NOT TO BE FED TONIGHT." my father's voice smacked me back to reality.

To scared to say a word, I used the little bit of strength that had left and i got up from the floor. I felt a sharp pain on my abdomenand realized that my father had kicked me.

"FASTER" he yelled at the top of his lungs.

I dragged my body upstairs and locked myself in my room. I laid on my bed and tears started flowing uncontrollably from my eyes. 17 years and i still could not endure my father's rage. How pathetic. I should be accustomed to it by now. I knew that i was bleeding, i walked into my bathroom and turned on the hot water. I stripped from my clothes and slowly climbed in my shower. The water burned my cuts But i didn't care. Capturing the blood and dragging it down the drain. i whimpered but did not move. The pain will pass. The pain makes me feel alive. It reminds m ethat everything soon passes. i just hope that this hell i call home passes soon too..

After my shower, i put on a diffrent pair of underwear and a t-shirt and climbed into bed. I cried quietly some more until my sleep counsimed me. Darkness, it is my only escape. It's the only thing that makes me feel safe..