This is my first time writing on here, I'd love feedback. Hope you enjoy:')
'Painted Flowers'- thisgirlchels
Because I love these sayings..
Before I met you, I never knew what it was like to look at someone and smile♥
I looked out of my window and sighed, my ragged breath fogging up the tainted glass. I wanted to break free, to feel the wind make messy cobwebs in my hair, to feel my padded paws on the slippery forest floor.
But I guess not everything you want comes true; I'm a werewolf, alpha of BloodLust pack, given to me by my real father and I, Rosalin May Burn, will seek vengeance on my dead mother.
I will rip their heart out till they surrender, I will break every bone in their body until they tell me why, why did they kill my mother. But for now; I had more problems to deal with, like my wild step father.
"He's not here." I breathed, my shaky arms scraping away a few loose strands of hair in my face.
I wasn't scared of Robert, I was scared of the things he would say to my little brother. He was only seven and was still unaware of what he was, the truth of what happened to my parents and of the power he held in that tiny body of his.
"Robby gone?" My little brother murmured, his trembling voice making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I picked up his limp body effortlessly and held him close.
"I wont let him hurt you." I placed a kiss on the top of his head softly and layed him onto my bed, pulling the duvet cover over him gently.
"I love you Matty." I whispered, blinking away the moist from my eyes. I gently closed the door and tip toed down the stairs, plonking myself on the sofa and gently resting my lids.
I wish I could make everything better; I wish my little brother didn't have to be scared anymore.
I woke up to the sound of rustling of papers, I smiled to myself, but the smile soon disappeared after I heard my little brothers drowned out cries.
"Where is she!" he roared with anger. My wolf whimpered and I forced my knees off the sofa, carrying myself up the stairs.
"Oh my god!" I cried, my little brother lay curled up in a ball, blood dripping from his swollen lip and purple bruises over his perfect little face.
My step dad's shadow stood in the doorway, beer in one hand with a big smirk on his face. I could already smell the sour alcohol rolling out of his mouth, I scrunched my face up and scoffed with disgust.
"I hate you!" I spat, lunging for his throat, hammering his chest repeatedly.
He looked into my eyes, the same blue my brother had been blessed with; at first I could see the guilt and regret locked up inside him, but it soon was disguised with rage and anger.
"You never talk to your step father like that! It is your fault she's gone, your fault! You make me sick, you disgusting, repulsive little mutt!" He screamed, pure hatred rolling off of his tongue.
A growl erupted from my throat before I could stop it, tugging on the werewolf within, it hated being spoke down to. He let out a drunk chuckle and bawled his blood-covered hands into fists, sending them flying forward until they collided with my face.
I couldn't fight him, my mother cared too much about this bitter old man; although I can never understand why.
I screamed out in pain, until the last thing I could hear was a slamming door and all I could see was the numb, peaceful darkness.