Caught Between Multiple Mates

Prologue: Annalise POV

Trauma can come in so many forms and effect each of us in so many ways. My parents got drunk and had unprotected s*x as teenagers. They got pregnant with me. My existence is their trauma.

My parent's hatred for me was the beginning of my trauma. When I was 4 my dad started hitting me. At age 8 my mother stopped acknowledging me. The older I got the less they seemed to care if I lived or died.

A few years later I was attacked by a wild animal. It had red eyes and growled like a beast. He tried to rip my throat out but only managed to bite me because a hunter shooting nearby scared him off. He managed to scratch my face before disappearing into the darkness.

I almost bled to death that night. At the time it seemed to be my good fortune that that same hunter found me and rescued me.

Now? Well I wish he had walked in the opposite direction and let me die. I might as well have died that night in the forest. I walk through life like a zombie with no friends and no love. People hate me. They act like they fear my scar and the mark on my neck as if I carry the plague. I am alone.