The Omega's Daughter (Book 1)

Chapter 13

"Threaten me all you want, George, but I'm fucking used to it! You can pin me up against the wall and choke me out, and I still wouldnt feel a thing! You're solution to anything, I've noticed is violence!" I pull my shirt up enough to reveal the scars and faint bruises that my stomach is covered in. Brinley gasps while George seems to be unaffected.

I drop my shirt back down. "What I'm saying is if you want me to give you a chance, then fucking give me a reason to do so." I stomp to my room, bumping George on the shoulder as I pass, and sit on my bed with my head in between my hands.

Why the fuck did I just show them that?! I silently yell. Not even Derick fucking knows but I show these two people who are still basically strangers? What the fuck is wrong with me!

Brinley walks into the room and sits beside me. "Do you want to talk about it, Hazel?" She asks and I shake my head. "Are you sure? I mean, I used to get slapped around by my mom before she died so I understand completely if you don't want to."

I sigh and turn towards her. "How bad did you get beat?"

"You're avoiding the question."

"So are you," I reply. She nods her head in defeat before she begins to nervously bite her nails.

"My mom never really beat me. She mainly would just slap me in the face or my back." Brinley says. "But with George, it's different."

"What do you mean?" I ask calmly.

"He's never put his hands on me like he did with you earlier." She winces. "The only thing he does to me is hit me in the arms and call me a slut." Rage flashes through her eyes.

"I've only had sex with three different guys, and he walked in on me with guy number two." She shakes her head. "He beat the fuck out of Toby and threw him out side naked, kind of like what we did to Martha." She grins but it disappears quickly.

"'You're just like your mother, a goddamn slut.' That's what he tells me all the time now." She adds quietly. Brin looks at me with concern. "Did you mean what you said? About how he's just like your birth mother?"

I nod my head slowly. "My- Selena," i correct myself, "She would do a bunch of fucked up things to me. I've been stabbed, kicked, punched, choked, and burnt since I was seven."

I lick my lips and stare at the floor. "When I was thirteen, we were out at a barbecue and I mouthed off to her because she wanted me to get her another drink. Selena just laughed because she was around her, at the time, friends but the minute we got back to the apartment." I close my eyes before continuing.

"Selena pinned me against the wall, threw a couple hits at my gut and told me to get the fuck to my room but I just stood there laughing.

" 'You think this is funny, bitch? Well, I'll show you something funny!' She yells as she launches herself at me. I could have easily dodged her, but I've come to realize it's better to just let her hit you the first time.

Selena rolls me over onto my back and begins to spank my butt with her fist. Still, I continue to laugh. Suddenly, Selena stops hitting me and leaps towards something on the counter before grabbing my upper thigh in her hands.

'We'll see who's laughing, now.' She growls as she begins to dump the bottle on me. 'What are you doing?' I ask nervously.

Her eyes snap up to mine and a sickening grin crosses her face as she grabs her lighter from her back pocket. Selena doesn't answer my question and instead flicks the lighter alive and brings the flame closer and a closer to my leg.

'Mom, no! I'm sorry!' I begin to yell repeatedly but that doesn't faze her. She looks at me once more. 'This should teach you,' She growls and brings the flame directly to my leg.

I watch my skin ignite into flames and the worst pain I have ever felt takes over my body. My pleads are drowned out by Selena's laughing. 'I'm sorry! Make it stop! Please!' I cry out as the fire slowly begins to move to my bare flesh.

A cold liquid is poured onto my thigh and I continue to cry at the new wound on my body that still feels like it's on fire. Selena throws something at my stomach.'Clean yourself up and get the fuck to your room'"

Brinley stares at me in shock. "Holy shit, Hazel. Why didn't you ever tell anybody what was going on?" I shrug and notice I've been subconsciously ripping at my thigh, I quickly remove my hand and stand up.

"I don't know," I smile. "But I do know that if we keep thinking about old memories, we're not gonna make it to that party."

Brin goes to open her mouth to argue but I cut her off. "I am seventeen and still haven't gone to a high school party, we are fucking going."