The lonely rogue

Two and a half years later, and my life still sucks!

During the last two and a half years my life got worse. I didn't have a life anymore, I just survived, barely. Everyday was pretty much the same day on repeat. I got up, I made breakfast for whoever was in the house, I cleaned the house, I was beaten daily, sometimes multiple times by multiple people and r***d nearly everyday. I later found out that people, Dean's friend and even strangers, were paying Dean for the privilege of r****g me over and over again, I stopped trying to fight it about a year ago. What was the point in fighting it? it was going to happen whether I fought or not, the only difference being that if I didn't fight it, I didn't get a beating from Dean or one of his many minions.

Slut b***h barbie had moved in to the house for a little while a couple of years ago, she was punctual with her daily demands of cleaning up after her, cooking for her and basically treating her like royalty because she was f*****g my brother. her and one of her friends r***d me a few times too, they would treat me like their own personal s*x slave whenever Dean wasn't around to satisfy her f****d up needs. Whenever I made a fuss about it, she would run to Dean to tell him that I had been disrespecting her and then I would get punished. The punishments didn't bother me as much now. Don't get me wrong, I hated being used as a punchbag, or being tied to a tree, sometimes for a few days at a time, but now I knew that they were inevitable regardless to what I did, I just zoned myself out so I wasn't fully aware of what was happening to me.

I had no friends, Steph and Jo had never tried contacting me after the day of the rogue attack at school, and nobody else had come to the house since that day to check on me. I was a child for f**k sake, why did nobody check on me.

Today was no different from the rest. I got out of bed, I no longer had a bedroom, I had an old mattress and blanket inside the large larder off the kitchen. I checked how many people were here so I knew how many to cook for, then started preparing breakfast. There were 12 people to cook for, not including me. I only got to eat the scraps that were left after everyone else had finished. I whipped up a large batch of scrambled eggs, fried bacon and sausages, and made toast. I laid it all out on the table, then ran off so I couldn't be seen. Apparently just the sight of me is enough to put somebody off of their food. I went upstairs and started my day of cleaning and scrubbing every part of the house.

Walking into my old room always upset me. What used to be a lovely pink girls room was now a filthy shell of what it used to be. There was wood on the window to cover up the smashed glass, all my pictures and posters had either been vandalised or torn down, there was graffiti on most of the pink walls, and all of my stuffed animals had be destroyed. Everybody used this room to sleep in when they stayed, it was now a guest room, not my room.

I started cleaning, picking up rubbish, used condoms, needles, left over drugs the lot. I stripped the bed and changed it then vacuumed what was left of the carpet, before moving on to the next room. It took me hours to clean everywhere. Each room more filthy and disgusting than the last. I tried to avoid everyone by hiding when I heard someone approaching.

After finally finishing the cleaning, I went down to the kitchen to make a start on preparations for dinner, if I got most of it done now, I could hopefully take a break before I had to actually start cooking it. I finished peeling the potatoes and chopping the vegetables then went out into the garden. I sat down on the old bench that my dad had made, closed my eye's and breathed in the silence. This was the only place I had ever found peace and felt any kind of comfort. I always closed my eye's here and imagined my parents sitting either side of me, it was only form of happiness, even if it was just in my head, and even if it only lasted for a moment. It was mine, something that nobody could ever take from me. I always took this time to evaluate my life. Not the abuse part, but the me part. My body, my mind and so on. I was going to be 16 in just under a week, so I was proud that I had managed to survive that long. When I turned 16 I would be able to shift for the first time, and finally see what Rylie looked like, I am praying that I manage to shift with no problems. I am very underweight, you could probably count the bones on my body through my skin. I don't get to eat much, like I said, only scraps left over which was never very much if I got any at all. My body needed to be reasonably healthy for me to be able to shift the first time, as apparently it's excruciatingly painful. "Your body feels good enough to shift, stop worrying" Rylie laughed. Rylie had been my one and only companion through all of this, she was like my guardian angel.

My peace didn't last long.

"Why the f**k are you sat out here slut, there's s**t to be done?" I opened my eye's to Dean's angry ones. "I've done all of the cleaning, the laundry and preparation for dinner, what else do I need to do?" I asked him with probably a bit too much attitude, which I knew I would end up paying for. "Who the f**k do you think you are talking to like that?" He growled. Dean was 20 now, much bigger and stronger than when all of this started. He was either respected or feared by most of the pack. "I only meant..." I started before Dean cut me off, "I don't give a f**k what you meant, you don't f*****g talk back to me. I am your better, f**k, I may as well be your Alpha. you do what I want when I f*****g tell you." "Sorry Dean" I mumbled out, "What do you want me to do?" I asked, lowering my head in submission. "Somebody wants your company, they are in the guest room. Do whatever they want from you, no f*****g complaining about it. When you're done, clean yourself then come and see me and we'll work on your punishment for your disrespect towards me!" I walked slowly into the house. I knew by company he meant somebody wanted to have s*x with me or live out whatever sick fetish they had, so I would do as I was told and then face more punishment afterwards. I went to my old room to see a man sat on my bed, this guy looked old enough to be my grandfather, but judging by the twisted look on his face, I knew what he wanted was not grandfatherly at all. An hour later, I left my old room, feeling completely violated and went to the bathroom to scrub myself. I scrubbed at thoroughly as I could, Dean had removed all soap from the bathroom and hid it from me as a former punishment. He said that I should smell like a slut all the time as that's what I was and people needed to be able to smell it so they knew I was available for hire.

I went downstairs to face Dean and find out what punishment lay in store for me today. I entered the living room where he was and stood by the door, feet together, hands clasped at my front and head bowed. This was how he said I should always be when I go to him, and I should stand perfectly still until he was ready to talk to me. This time I was stood there for about an hour before he acknowledged me. He stood up "Follow me" he commanded while beckoning one of his friends to follow too. We walked to the woods, the same place where we always come when I have to spends nights outside tied to a tree. He ordered me to stand by a tree while he stood talking to his friend in a hushed voice. Dean handed the usual rope to his friend then they both walked up to me. "Mason will be carrying out your punishment today, do as you're f*****g told." He commanded as he walked away. Mason came towards me with the rope and I held my hands out in front of me in the usual way. "Good girl" Mason purred into my ear making me feel like I was going to be sick. He bound the rope around my wrist tying it tighter than usual, I stepped back towards the tree waiting for him to tie me to it. "Oh no princess, we're not doing that today." He laughed, pulling on the rope to move me away from the tree. He threw the end of the rope up and over a thick branch high up in the tree, so it hung over and dropped the end of the rope at his feet. He stepped towards me again, grabbed a handful of my t-shirt and ripped it hard off my body, leaving my bra exposed. I quickly covered it with my hands, making him laugh. "Remove your shoes and trousers" he ordered. I just starred at him. "I said f*****g remove them" he shouted. I sat down on the ground and removed my shoes, before standing and pulling off my trousers. He smiled, licking his lips. "very is nice" he growled while walking around me, trailing his hand over my body. I closed my eye's and prayed that this would be quick, but as usual my prayer went unanswered.

I felt the rope tug as my arms were suddenly raised above my head. Mason started pulling the rope, stretching my arms higher until my feet left the ground, then he pulled a bit more so I was suspended about 3 foot off the ground, then he tied the rest of the rope around the base of the tree to keep me held in that position. I closed my eye's again, tears streaking my cheeks as I felt completely exposed to the world. Then I felt all of the air being knocked out of me, my eye's shot open in time to see Mason bring his fist back after punching me in the stomach. I watched as he pulled his arm back and let it fly forward punching me over and over again in my stomach, my chest, my face and my legs. I kept watching until my eyes were so swollen that I couldn't see. I could only feel the pain if every punch and taste the blood as it ran down my face until I finally passed out.

I woke to the sound of Rylie whimpering quietly, Mason was gone, but I was still hanging in the tree. I could just about see through tiny slits in my eyes. I could feel the eye's of rogues upon me. The three rogues appeared to me every time I was left outside, one at my feet and two standing guard. I no longer feared them, I knew they were protecting me for some reason. They were out in the woods watching me now, the fact that they weren't right by me now could only mean that my punishment wasn't over yet and there was someone still around. I was right, Dean appeared through the trees walking towards me with an evil grin on his face. "Wow, Mason really did a job on you didn't he." He sounded impressed "I can hardly recognise you, you're face is so mangled up. Can't deny it's you though, you slut smell is seeping out of you." I watched him pull a knife out of his back pocket, was Dean finally going to kill me? I was silently praying that he was. I couldn't live like this any longer, I wanted it to end. Dean walked closer to me until he was right in front of me. "What a disgrace, to think we are related" he sneered before landing a punch in my stomach, making me wheeze so much I was sick all down the front of myself. Dean laughed, then held up the knife. I closed my eye's thinking this was it, but Dean slashed the rope just above my hands and let me fall hard to the ground like a rag doll. He laughed again, dropping the knife then walked off back the way he came.