Her Wolf Savior

Abby POV-            The sky was red, burning hot, her skin looked like it was boiling. She acted as if nothing was wrong. She was so used to the pain she just ignored it. I watched from my window as her tiny unfed body shook out of control. I wanted to help her so badly, but momma said she was a bad person, and I was not allowed to go near.             "Abigail, we need to get you away from that window," mom's maid scolded me.             "But Tanya, she looks like she's going to die on the spot. What did she do so bad she has to suffer so much," I cried out feeling my frustration getting the best of me.             "Abigail Ann Lynn Barnabee, you get away from that window now, or I will get Mrs. Barnabee," Tanya scolded me harder.               I scurried away from the window knowing what momma would do to me if she knew I was back talking and not working. Momma isn't my real mom, but I don't know my real mom. She died when I was born, or at least that's what I was told. I don't believe a lot that they tell me anymore. I think they ran her off, or sold her to someone for slavery. Something in me tells me she is still alive and looking for me. Tanya will sometimes tell ne about my mom, how she fought to even have me, she even say's I look just like her.             "Abby, baby you look so sad, what's wrong," the menacing tone in momma's acid voice made the question more of an accusation.                "Nothing momma, I got distracted by the sun while cleaning the windows. I'm sorry I won't let it happen again," I hurriedly answered.                Cleaning the windows is an almost all-day task in the two story, seven-bedroom, four bath house. I was expected to have them done by lunch, and if I don't have it done, I don't get to eat. Sometimes I wonder what life would be like if daddy ever came home. At this point I don't think he cares; he's been gone for so long.                 "Oh Abby, it's so hard being the ugliest isn't it," my oldest step sister Laya asked me her dirty blond shoulder length hair looking shaggy and unkempt.                 "Yes sister it must be, couldn't catch a fly's attention she's so ugly," my other step sister Lola chimed in her black breast length hair looking matted and in need of a cut.                 I kept my mouth shut knowing no matter what I said I was wrong. They beat me while momma watched, they've done everything to me, except break bones. My heart hurt just thinking about the abuse I might endure just for not saying something, but it would be so much worse if I said something. I don't think highly of myself because of how my stepsisters and momma treat me. I've been told by the staff in the house that I'm more beautiful then all three of them.                "Mom I'm bored can you take us to town today, we need a break from Abigail's stench," Laya asked momma in her sickly sweet tone, her nasally voice making it sound horrible.                 "Absolutely beautiful girl, go get ready and we will leave in twenty minutes," momma smiled so sweetly at them, her crooked nose matching her crooked smile.             I sighed as I continued to clean the windows around the house over the next twenty minutes making sure there was o visible dust. I catch myself day dreaming about what life would be like if daddy was home and it wasn't the evil step mom and step sisters. I hear footsteps approaching and I come back to attention making sure I'm wiping the window seal a little extra.                "Alright Abby, Tanya is in charge we will be back in three hours. Make sure all the laundry is done and the girls' rooms are cleaned before we come back," momma ordered as she walked towards the front door, the girls laughing manically behind her.             "Yes momma, is there anything special you would like for dinner tonight," I asked with my head down, eyes watching their pointy toed high heels.             "Yes I would love those little fish burritos, and some extra salsa tonight," momma said and I heard the amusement in her voice.                 I knew the girls rooms were trashed so I started there first, making sure all the clothes that were clean before they landed on the floor were dusted off and hung back up. I put all the shoes neatly back in the closet exactly the way they are supposed to be. I took all the dirty laundry down to the wash room and started a load of laundry, checking the time realizing I still had two and a half hours. I stopped in the kitchen and grabbed a small snack before making the appropriate calls for the ingredients for my fish burritos.                 I knew momma hated my fish burritos, but I make what she asks of me when she asks. Otherwise, she lets the twins beat me. I heard the door open as my step sisters walked in making as much noise as they can. I had everything done that was asked of me and was even half way done with the prep for dinner. Momma came into the kitchen to check on me, I was almost done cleaning the last fish for dinner, and I sensed new eyes on me.