The Lycan King and his human Luna

Not Again.

Finally we got home and I could rest a little. That was just too much drama for the day. My mother was already done with cooking and she served everyone. As always we sat in a small separate table as Annabelle and her father sat in a big one. They did not want any thing to do with us. Even with guest they would always treat us like servants. 

"How was your day sweetie." My mother asked as she set the plate in front of me. 

"Long and boring." I exhaled accepting the food. 

" Well I guess our days can't differ very much." She snickers sitting next to me with her own plate. 

"I just hate this place." I confessed. 

" I know. But you just have to hold on for this year until you finish school. Remember what Mrs Mitchell said. If your grades are good, they will get you a scholarship and get you to college." She gave an encouraging smile. 

" But if I go to college you will be left here all alone with these monsters." I cried. 

" Don't worry about me sweetheart. I'll be fine. I just want you to study, get yourself a better life and don't end up like me." She brushed my cheek with a smile. 

"Then I'll get you out of this hell and we'll both live so far away where no one can't hurt us anymore." I said to her. 

" Promise?" She smiled. 

"Pinky promise." We did a pinky promise before she hugged me and kissed my forehead. 

"That's my baby." She whispered. " Now eat. We want you healthy and strong." She said. I chuckled and started munching on the food. Me and my mother we had a few laughs as we ate. I helped her clean the dishes and went to my room. I passed Mr Wilson on the living room working on his laptop as always and Annabelle glued on some drama show on the TV. I really wanted to roll my eyes but I stopped myself. As I went up stairs I felt someone watching me. It was Mr Wilson and why is he looking at me? Probably thinking how much he wishes he could just throw us away in the streets and never see sight of us again. I ignored him and continued my journey. 

I took a well deserved shower before putting on a sports bra and some shorts. I took my bag and started on my homeworks. They were not many so I finished very early and set the books aside. 

I soon heard the door open. Probably my mom, she always comes to check up on me, if I had done my homeworks or assignments.

But I was immediately surprised when I turned to see someone else. 

"Mr Wilson? Is everything okay?" I asked surprised to see him in my room. He only comes when he feels like yelling at me and give me a lecture of how I'm so useless like my mother. 

Well I guess my day wasn't terrible enough already. 

" I got to give it to your mom. She knows how to give birth." He says and I was immediately shocked by his words. 

"Excuse me?" I questioned visibly shocked. 

" I mean look at how beautiful you have grown." He said once again. For a second I thought I was imagining his words. Why all of the sudden, or maybe he's probably on drugs or something. Though I could notice his eyes lingering on my breasts that were mashed between the sports bra. His gaze continually meeting my bare thighs since I was wearing some short shorts.

"Mr Wilson is everything okay?" I asked once more feeling my heart beating a bit faster. 

"No everything is not okay. Your mother always telling me her daughter is off limits. Well one thing is for sure. I always get what I want, I don't care what your stupid mother says. He quickly grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him. I was immediately swimming in the smell of his expensive cologne. 

"Let me go. What do you think you're doing?" I struggled in his strong grip.

" Your mother is getting old. I could use some fresh blood in my collection." He whispered. This is a nightmare. It had to be. First Jack and now this. I just have to be dreaming, this can't be possible. "I know it's your first time so I'll make it easy on you." He whispered once more. 

" No!!! Let me go!!" I struggled harder trying to loosen his grip but he was like a brick wall. Definitely stronger than what I had to deal with earlier. I just couldn't believe my luck.

"Struggling makes me want you even more." He said. This man is just a monster in human form. He's the devil. Resorting to my best move, I had to kick where it counts. He was to quick to predict my moves and pushed my knee away. Damnit. " Don't get smart with me pretty face."He whispered. At this point my eyes were burning with tears and I felt a lump on my throat. I couldn't believe this. It meant I was no longer safe school or even at this place I unwillingly called home. 

I wasn't easily going to let him get away with it though. One thing for sure they don't know I've been attending training all my life. 

He wasn't quick enough to notice my free hand connecting with his nose.

"b***h!!" He cried. While he was fazed by that I managed to kick him where I always wanted and broke loose. I ran with tears in my eye and left the room. I met my worried mother on the stairs.

"Rhea what's going on? Is everything okay?" She asked concerned. 

" Why do we have to stay here mom? Why do we keep up with these monsters?" I couldn't hold back the sobs anymore.

"We don't have a choice Rhea. It's either we stay here or die hungry on the streets." She replied with teary eyes. 

" Mom the streets are better since I'm no longer safe here. I'd rather live in the streets than live in fear." I replied still sobbing loud. 

" Are hearing your self Rhea? Do you actually think you will be safe on the streets? Do you think it's safe out there?" She asked.

" I hate this world." I cried even more and ran down the stairs. I hate that my mother was right. Even if we go out we were not safe, worse we would be hungry. What would be stopping them from preying on us seeing we are desperate. I just wanted to die. I didn't want this life anymore. I just wanted out. I had enough already. Isn't it enough suffering for just one girl? Haven't I suffered enough already? I ran into the big garden that was part of our house. I found myself a place to cry all alone. Praying for God to get me out of this situation. I was just tired. What was stopping me from following the journey of my father? The only problem is my mother. I wouldn't want to leave her alone in this cruel world. If not I would have graced myself some freedom. 

I sat there just staring at the moon with my teary eyes. For some reason it looked like it was smiling at me. Maybe I was just hallucinating, I'm that desperate for a spark of happiness. Either way I gave a smile back to it. The moon looks so peaceful, it shines on the darkest days. Shines brighter than the brightest stars. So beautiful illuminating it's light in willing flowers. I wonder how life would be if I was that fee. If I was someone's light in the darkness.