His human mate

Brielle I splashed cold water in my face repeatedly to stay awake. My eyes were bloodshot, and this time not from tears but from tiredness. It was 3am in the morning and every part of my body was aching for me to lie down and sleep. But I needed to study for tomorrow's math test, and if I failed I would never be able to forgive myself. I sat on my bed, mostly to relax and rest a little bit. But soon the sleep took over and I dozed off. "Oh please Brielle, as if you could make it without me", my dad yawned while reading his boring magazine. I could feel myself turn from pissed off to furious. He was not going to tell me what I could do or not. "That's what you have wanted me to think my whole life, you will control me no more father", I said, stomping my feet on the floor like mom used to do when she was angry. "Do not give me that attitude of yours young lady", he snarled, still not looking up from his magazine. With a snort, I put the papers on the table with a loud thump. I was moving out either he supported it or not. "I will move out and there is nothing you can do about it", I said and ran up the stairs. Tears threatened to fall as I heard him say "such a disgrace". I slammed the door to my room, and packed the last stuff. My duffel bag was already waiting for me, and much to my advantage now was that I only had a small amount of stuff. I ran down the stairs again, and put on my red, worn out coat and my old white tennis shoes. In a second my dad slapped my face, harsh, and I fell to the ground with a whine. He grabbed my hair and banged my head into the concrete wall, and I let out a screech of agony. Black dots started to prevent me from seeing anything, and then everything turned dead and dark as my head contacted the floor. I woke up with a b****y headache pulsing in my poor head, I could see that I've been lying in a pool of my own blood, which was now starting to dry out. I shivered. I could now see that dad had fallen asleep on the couch with a bottle in his hand. I wanted to give up, to let death or whatever it was take me, but with a few tries I managed to sit up, and then stand. I took grasp of the duffel bag, and then I unlocked the door, the door to my freedom. I woke up from my own screams. I knew that I shouldn't think about my b****y past, I couldn't help it though. I always got these dreams about me and dad, and they would most likely haunt me until the day I died. With a sight I showered, brushed my hair, put on the foundation to cover the left bruises, and took a look in the mirror. I didn't look like I had gotten only 4 hours of sleep, even though that was the case. With a light groan I got out of my warm apartment and out in the rainy day of Maine. Jacques I buried my head in my hands, groaning. The rogues had caused me loads of paperwork to do, I don't think I've ever had this much to do. I just wanted to sleep right now, but I knew I couldn't. "Hello there Jax", my beta and best friend Darius said, throwing himself in my couch. I rolled my eyes. "Yes?", I said, not lifting my gaze from the papers. "Jeez Jax, I need to spend some quality time with my bff", he said, fake crying. "So?", I said, losing my concentration quickly. Ugh, only Darius could make me this mad so fast. "Soo, do you want to go for a run today with me?", he asked, jumping up and down. As much as I needed to finish these papers, I couldn't resist the temptation. "Fine, when?", I growled, as his grey eyes lit up with happiness. "Today, at 10 pm!!", he said, smiling like the little child he was and acted like. How could you hate someone along side with loving him like a friend? Now I needed to hurry up these papers and get everything done for tomorrow, as the meeting between all the packs in our continent would be the following day. Meeting these alphas who all had mates would be hard, in fact, I was the only alpha who hasn't found his mate. Darius kept nagging while I worked, so I put in my AirPods and turned on 'Bohemian Rhapsody' by Queen, boldly enough, I told Darius to "get out". Brielle I handed in my math test, kind of confident to get more than 50/100, and I would be great full if I made it to graduation. "Thank you Brielle", said Mrs. Robertson, with a large smile on her lips. I smiled back, happy that I was the first one to be done, this way, I ended school one hour earlier. I left the classroom trying my best not to do a happy dance. And I succeeded, almost. "Yay!!", I bursted with a high pitched voice. That earned a few glances from around the corridor, but I couldn't care less. Finally, I was out of the burning classroom which had zero air conditioning. I made my way to my small two room apartment, it was only a ten minute walk from school to my home, and I couldn't be more happy, as when I came outside I almost got drowned. Rain dramatically and harshly hit me many times, and I was sure that I would get even more bruises. "If you want to, you can sleep outside Brielle", my dad said, anger flashing in his eyes. "No, no, I want to stay inside", I begged him, but he just opened the back door and kicked me out. He grabbed my hair and pushed me into the cold mud, and then he stomped on my back, causing me to scream. "This is what happens when you talk against me, take that with you s**t", he said and grasped my neck. He then threw me into the stone wall which blocked others from seeing what he did to me. "Please dad, I'm begging you let me in again. I promise I won't talk back", I screeched, unsure if he heard me or not as he closed the back door and left me to die in the cold weather. The rain hit me again and again. And I was only wearing my PJ's. I cried and screamed both from my broken back and the ache in my head caused by the stone wall. I didn't know how long I was there. A day, two days, a week or two weeks. And the rain never stopped. Soon, I was fully numb and I couldn't move an inch even if I wanted too. Eventually, he let me back in again, and I could move. But dad wouldn't stop paining me, by hitting me, throwing me, and torturing me mentally. I snapped out of the memories and realised I had stopped on my way to the house. I was on the road, sitting down, having my head in my hands. I stood up quickly and hoped that nobody had seen my breakdown. "Give me your report card now s**t", my dad said, not even waiting for me to get inside the house. My fingers fumbled as I looked after my report card. When I found it, I handed it to him, looking down at my feet. I knew he would hate what was written. "Math, A+, Science, A+, History, A+, English, A+, Drama, A+, Philosophy, A+ and PE, A", he said and looked up. I shivered when his baby blue pig eyes locked with mine. I was happy that I had inherited my mom's green eyes, not his. "You almost failed PE", he growled, holding my gaze trapped in his. "I- no father, the next after A is A-, and I would still have straight A's even if I got that grade", I stuttered, every little bit of colour disappearing from my face when he stood up. He caressed my jaw, and I flinched away from his touch. He frowned. "I can't even touch my own daughter without her flinching back?", he growled low, I shivered. He took of his belt and pushed me down on the floor. I sniffled, knowing that he only did this because I would never be good enough. Hit after hit I took. I welcomed it with open arms. When he left me there on the floor, I had lost count of the lashes after 16. My whole back was sore, and the current clothes I was wearing had ripped apart. This time, I had fully collapsed. I was sitting on the road again, a few meters away from my last breakdown spot. I hurried home, tears in my eyes. I quickly opened the door to my apartment and locked it behind me. "No more", I whined and sat down on my sofa. "No more Elle", I repeated to myself. "You are such a disgrace and a dirty spot to our last name", dad roared and threw me towards the window. It broke, causing glass shards to prick my head. "Dad, please stop", I begged, not bearing this anymore. "Stop talking, you will never find somebody who will love you if you can't learn to keep your f*****g mouth shut!", he said, approaching my shaking figure on the ground. "But father, I love you, and you love me. We are a family, and we will always be dad", I whined, trying to find some mercy behind his facade of harshness. "Don't remind me of such horrible things like you being b****y related to me, and no I do not love you", his words hit me like a fricking brick. 'I do not love you'. The words ringed in my ears, and I grabbed my chest, my heart was probably in two pieces. "Please dad, I love you", I said and he slapped me, hard. Then I just blacked out. "Stop it!" "Stop!", I screamed, banging my head in the wall again and again. "Stop it", I whined. I needed to get more fresh air. I needed to breathe. I put on a pair of black leggings and a grey T- shirt. I took my red coat, and my shoes, and went out the door again. The rain had soften a little bit. It was no longer hardly hitting me until I felt pain, but caressing my facial features as I turned my face against it. I jogged around a few blocks, but still the memories lingered in my mind. I do not love you. Nobody will ever love you. Nobody loves you. I soon couldn't feel the difference between the rain drops and my tears. I wiped whatever it was away, and jogged into the woods on a small path. It felt calming in here. The green trees created a roof from the rain, and I took deep breaths until I was fully recovered from my anxiety. "Gosh that felt good", I whispered for myself. Then I realised that I had zero idea were I was. I looked around. Everything looked exactly the same. How would I find my way out of there? A twig broke behind me, and I stiffened in fear. Updating soon guys!!!!!