Keeping promises

Chapter 1: Never too late

*********TRIGGER WARNING***

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS A r**e SCENE!!! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

“This world will never be, what I expected, and if I don’t belong, who would have guessed it”

(Never too late- Three days grace)

A slight breeze whisped over me, my frozen skin and hollow bones shook in response. I smelt the rain coming hours before the first drops fell onto my face. I was so numb from the cold that I didn’t even feel it at first. It started slowly, however within moments a downpour began pelting at my unmoving form. My body curled into itself instinctively, trying to keep me alive, however all I wanted to do was die

Four days had passed since my innocence was ripped away from me. Three nights since I ran from home after I attacked my father in a state of fear and anger. Where the fear and anger once held a grip on my heart, there was now a peaceful emptiness. There was nothing, I felt no pain, no hatred, not even guilt for what I had done.

Distant voices had been crying out my name, it seemed like they were only pretending to want to find me. It was a duty they had to perform, but they would rather be elsewhere doing other things. I closed my eyes as the water that landed on the ground splashed into them. In the darkness I saw his face, the way he smiled as he held my throat and pushed his d**k into me.

I felt dizzy recalling all of the time I spent with him, the times I told him I was falling in love with him. At fourteen most people would call it puppy love or a fading crush. However as a werewolf I expected him to be my mate and the one who would protect me from all who would harm our family and pack.

As the pack’s future alpha he had so many girls vying for his attention, and yet he chose me. We had been dating for a year and a half, and he told me he believed that we were destined soulmates. I was ecstatic and I began planning our future in my mind, I could see us with pups of our own and what our mating ceremony would look like. What I didn’t see was what I should have been paying attention to all along.

Even though we weren’t even fifteen he wanted to go all the way, whenever I said no he would ghost me for a few days and only talk to me again when he wanted to. I had to constantly push him off of me when we were making out because he got super handsy. I always said the same thing “I want to be sure we are fated mates Christian.”. He would growl and storm off, or dismiss my words completely, or my favorite was the last time. “It’s not like you’re worth waiting for.” I recoiled at his words and pushed him away from me.

He had rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest with an annoyed sigh. “I’m only telling you the truth.” He had said it so coldly that I shivered. “You may have a nice body, but that’s it. Compared to Brooke you look like just another face in the crowd.” He looked down his nose at me like I was just a bug.

“Then why?” I choked out as I tried to keep my expression neutral. My heart was already shattered, and I prayed that I could keep up the unaffected front I was trying to display.

“Because it’s fun.” He gave me a cruel smirk as his eyes darkened. “You are so easy to control, I mean I expected you to put out sooner, but oh well.” I felt a tear roll down my face and I wiped it away while he laughed. I attempted to steel my expression once again before meeting his eyes, which shone brightly with contempt.

“That piece of me was never meant for you.” I told him icily, before I turned and walked away. I yelped in pain as he grabbed my hair and pulled me back toward him. I turned back around and slapped at him, connecting with his jaw. His brown eyes blazed with unbridled fury before he threw me against the wall.

“I am your alpha, Finn.” He growled while he pulled my head back with my hair. I felt the rage boiling within me as I looked at the man who had been playing me like a fiddle for a year and a half.

“Not yet.” I sneered back at him while taking the opportunity to spit on him. “I’d rather die than have you as my alpha.” He practically roared as he slammed me back into the brick wall.

“THATS ENOUGH.” I heard someone screech. I looked up at Principle Marion as she bustled toward us. I began to cough as Christian snarled at me one more time before letting go of my hair.

“Moira, leave it be.” Christian told her in a flat tone. “It’s pack business.”

“It’s Marion.” She corrected him with a similar tone as she reached us. “Keep that business out of school.” Her eyes met mine, then she walked away without a second thought.

“You see that?” Christian grinned manically as he squatted down and grabbed my hair again. “Nobody will get in my way.” He chuckled and released me before getting up and walking away. I laid on the ground for a minute, then slowly got up and made my way out of the school and walked back home. I took the usual short-cut through the woods instead of walking on the road. Once I made it back to my family’s house I went up to the bathroom I shared with my sister Tanner and took a hot shower. I finally let myself cry as the water poured down on me, I scrubbed my skin raw trying to remove every last piece of my skin Christian had touched.

When I was done I climbed out of the tub and wrapped myself in a grey towel and walked down the hall into my bedroom. I pulled on my pajamas and dried my hair before curling up into my bed and crying some more.

I was awakened by my mom when she got home, she came bursting into my room with her scolding face on. I saw her eyes rake over me and the anger turned into concern. She walked over to my bed and placed her inner wrist on my forehead. I shivered as her cold skin made contact with mine.

“I heard that you left school early.” She said lightly as she took a seat by my side. “It seems that you’re actually sick this time.” She sighed and squeezed my hand quickly before getting back up. “Get some rest.” I nodded weakly and closed my heavy eyes.

I went back to school the next day and saw Brooke all over Christian. She was giggling and rubbing her barely there chest into his. She saw me and shot me a victorious grin. Christian also grinned, but his was full of malice. I walked right up to them, which caught them off guard.

“Congrats Brooke.” I said to her flatly. “You two just seem right for each other.” I let my eyes wander to Christian, I then turned around and walked away without saying a word to him.

I noticed that all of the people I thought of as friends began trying to befriend Brooke. I rolled my eyes as I came to realize I didn’t have any real friends, just people who wanted me so they could get close to Christian. I kept my expression neutral throughout the day and stayed silent unless I was called upon in class. I didn’t feel like taking the crowded bus home, so I decided to walk. I took my usual path through the woods, only this time it felt different. I could feel eyes watching me as I came upon the halfway point to my house. I felt my legs begin to move faster only to be stopped as my hair was pulled back. I cried out, but was silenced almost immediately by a hand clamping over my mouth.

“We don’t want that.” I heard Christian say viciously as he turned me to face him. I noticed his future beta and gamma were standing next to a few trees. I tried to speak only to have Christian pull me off deeper into the forest. I began to thrash hoping that I could manage to escape. My plan was ruined when Christian slammed my back into a tree and told Dylan and Mark to hold my arms. I continued to kick and thrash my body around until my head was slammed into the tree. I felt myself slide down splinters digging into my skin on the way down. My ass landed on the forest floor, the world around me blurred and my body grew heavy. I felt something happening to me, but I couldn’t tell what it was until I blinked away the fog and saw that Christian had ripped off my pants and underwear. I tried to scream again only to realize they had put something over my mouth. I felt my eyes water as Christian took off his pants and pushed his c**k into my face.

“Let me wipe your tears.” He said sweetly as he took his p***s and wiped the tears that were spilling from my eyes. He laughed cruelly before he took his hand and spit in it, he lowered himself to the ground as he rubbed his c**k with the spit hand. I shook my head and tried screaming again as he moved his d**k toward my exposed v****a. Christian pulled my leg roughly and I felt myself thump to the ground. I was now laying fully on the ground, my head right beside the large oak tree. I began trying to move around, anything to get me away from them. My arms were being held by Mark who was laughing gleefully, I tried kicking only to find them restricted as well. I lifted my head and noticed my left leg was tied to a tree while Dyan was holding my right one in place.

I felt my throat becoming raw as I continued to scream and beg from behind the tape. Christian just laughed as he took his c**k and rammed it into my v****a with a single hard thrust. I cried even harder and continued to attempt to escape as Christian moaned. “Oh, virgins are always so tight.” He leaned his body over mine and I brought my head up, slamming it into his. He glared down at me and put his hand around my neck before he started thrusting himself in and out of me. I stopped screaming, but the tears kept flowing as he used my body the way he wanted. My vision began to go dark as it became harder to breath. I let the darkness consume me fully, succumbing to whatever the goddess willed. Much to my dismay when I was brought back Christian was still above me, his wretched smile plastered on his face. I felt his c**k throbbing inside of me and I began to feel ill. He got off of me and I whimpered in pain as he pulled himself out of me. I couldn’t help but notice that his d**k was slick with blood.

“Try and tell anyone about this and Tanner is next.” He said cruelly, his eyes shining with malice. “You should have just given me what I wanted.” He pulled his clothes back on and told Mark and Dylan to untie me. I pulled my clothes on as soon as they did, sobbing the entire time. They turned and left me alone as I pulled on my pants, I ripped the tape off of my mouth and vomited all over the ground. The acid in my stomach agitated my already raw throat, and I noticed that there was blood in my vomit. I tried to stand and the pain in my groin caused me to whimper. I started crying again as I began to limp home, darkness was falling and I could see both of my parents' cars in the driveway as I approached. I went to the left side of the house and climbed into the office window my dad never used. I left the office quietly and walked up to the second story and hastily got into the bathroom to shower.

I began sobbing again as I tried to scrub away everything that had just transpired. I felt myself whimper as I tried to clean my groin, using the washcloth to try and clean out the seed Chrsitian spilled inside of me. I scrubbed myself for a long time, even after the water had run cold. When I got out of the shower I headed straight for my room and locked the door behind me. I pulled on a large black hoodie that my dad let me borrow once and a pair of grey sweatpants. I burrowed myself into the blankets and cried until I was too exhausted to stay awake.