Claimed by the devil lycan

Chapter 02

LILA'S POV

Just as I poured the content of my bag on the floor, frantically looking for the last dollar I had, the door swung open.

I looked up to see him smirking, "I knew I sensed someone out here."

I touched my index finger to my lips pleading with him to keep quiet but being the evil step brother that he was, he did the absolute opposite of what I pleaded with him not to do.

"The b***h is back!" He hollered out to his parents, who were also my dad and my stepmom.

My stepbrother was such a d**k.

"What then isshe doing outside?" My stepmom yelled out and on hearing her voice, I quickly put my things back inside my bag accepting my ill luck that one way or the other I had lost the last dollar I had. I had been hoping to give it to them after announcing that I've lost my job. Hopefully, it would have appeased them a little, but now I had nothing left.

As I walked through the door, my stepbrother remained there, intentionally pressing his body to mine. Even as I stood infront of my stepmom, I could feel his eyes ogling my body.

Disgusting.

"Mother!" I managed a smile, "Good day."

She eyed me like I was a disgusting piece of….."you disgusting piece of s**t," Right. "Just give me the money and get out, you make my eyes sore," she opened her palms.

I swallowed, and opened my mouth. Unable to get any audible word out, I closed it back. I took a deep breath and opened it again, "there no money, mother."

The bored and disgusted expression on her face changed and she thundered out, "isn't today your payday, b***h?!"

I took another deep breath, "I wasn't paid."

"Why?" She asked, irritated as she noticed that I was not going straight to the point.

This was the hardest news to break, the why. I took another breath. I needed to take a lot of breaths because I might soon not get any again.

"I wasn't paid because I was fired." I rushed out.

Silence. Dead silence.

"You were what?" My stepbrother bursted out, breaking the silence. "What the f**k? You've gone there to display your ill manners, right?"

"I swear, I didn't do an-" I couldn't finish my sentence as I felt a slap on my face.

I staggered back before finally falling in a heap on the floor. Bells rang in my head and I saw stars.

The tears that pooled in my eyes blurred my vision as I looked up. Stepmom didn't hit me on my face with her palms, but the old clarinet that was always on the table. My stepbrother claims that he was a talented clarinetist and was always playing it and emitting terrible sounds from it.

"Ohhh," my stepbrother mocked, "that must have hurt." Then as I tried to stand back on my feet, he came and kicked me in the neck making me fall miserably back on the floor.

"Stay down, you bad girl," I struggled to breath. I knew I was soon going to find it difficult to breathe. He enjoyed hitting me there and watching me gag for air.

"If you were a good and normal wolf, you wouldn't have been fired, you cunt." I heard my stepmom say as she started to steadily hit me with the clarinet. I couldn't even defend myself.

My head, my neck, my back, everywhere ached. Soon, my stepbrother stood on my stomach while his mother, hit me and tore my clothes.

"Now, how do you expect us to eat? You wicked she-wolf. You could have just taken our lives." Her claws peered out and she tore my skin with it.

I couldn't breathe, I couldn't scream out in pain, my body just throbbed as they continued to hit me nonstop. I could have as well been dead.

Eventually, they got tired and the beating stopped. My stepbrother collapsed on the chair, chuckling, "damn, that was fun."

"You can have more fun if you wish," I heard my step mom say as I dragged myself towards my room. I got halfway, when I felt hands on my legs then it was dragged. My step brother laughed again and kicked me before walking out and banging the door.

I wonder how I was till able to breathe, able to feel, able to hear, how was it that I wasn't dead yet? I finally succeeded in dragging myself to my room.

I was still on the floor when my father came back and also gave me his share of beating and scolding me for intentionally losing my job when I knew he didn't earn much.

***

I think I fell unconscious or maybe I just dozed off because when I opened my eyes and was aware of my surroundings, it was already dark.

Laughter, voice of people talking happily and clinks of cutlery on plates filterred throught the opened door of my room and I didn't need to be told, I didn't need a big revelation from the Moon Goddess, I knew there was no food for me tonight.

It was a miracle that I was able to stand up. I applied some herbs and ointments I kept in my room for purposes like this on my wounds and removed the torn clothes on me. I couldn't take a bath because I knew it would only irritate my fresh injuries so I just put on fresh clothes and lay on my bed.

***

The creak of the bed woke me. I opened my eyes to see my step brother. My shoulders drooped. When will he ever stop? I wondered. He was always here every night to have his way with me but he never succeeded. And now he was here again.

"Just go away," I muttered weakly. I doubt if I would be able to stop him this night. All my body ached so much.

I wrestled with him as he tries to pin my hands on the bed. "Just stay put, you slut!" He said with clenched teeth and striked me across my face. That was my opportunity, as he hit me, he released my hand, I kneed him in his groins and pushed him with all the strength I could muster.

I heard his painful grunt as I rolled to the floor. I groaned in pain before I managed to stand up and I stumbled towards the abandoned store room. It was dirty and dusty. My feet even squashed a cockroach as I stepped in and locked the door.

I lay on the cold floor and that was when I finally let the tears fall. It was my mom's fault. If she hadn't left me with her demonic husband and his wife and son. I wouldn't have to go through so much pain. I remembered the dream of the sleep that had caused me to lose my job.

I always dreamed of me transforming but it was the first time my mother was in it.

***

When I woke up the next day, the herbs and ointments I applied had done their jobs and I felt I a little better.

I still got abused verbally and physically and was made to do unnecessary work at home.

The third day, my step mom forced me to go job hunting and I did but no one wanted a wolf with a swollen face, someone even told me I looked creepy.

It went on like that for weeks. One day, I tried applying make-up when I went job hunting but my stepmom slapped me and wiped the make up off my face.

"So now you have intended to start shamelessly offering yourself to the male wolves, right?" She had said, slapping me in the face.

***

I jumped out of bed as I heard a knock on my door. I knew it was my stepmom.

I looked up at the clock hung on the wall just above the door sill…shit s**t s**t

It was past eight.

"Lila?" I stopped in my tracks as I rushed to the bathroom when I heard my name called sweetly.

"Can I come in?" She asked sweetly again.

What? Perhaps, it wasn't my mom.

"Lila?" I heard again and that was when I forgot I hadn't replied to her.

"Uhh, yeah you can come in."

This was strange, I don't think anyone has ever asked for my permission before.

Oh Moon goddess, what was happening?