Her Redemption

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N/B: **DUE TO AN ERROR DURING PUBLISHING CHAPTER SIX AND SEVEN WERE PUBLISHED LAST**

"Argh!" I felt hot air whiz out of my lungs as her feet collided with my ribs. I toppled over, my hand going to hold the pith of my pain from her kick to my gut.

"What are you doing? come at me, you sick good for nothing weakling!" came the spiteful voice of my attacker, Bianca, my elder sister, as she came at me once more, forcefully, not giving a farden to her initial infliction on me.

I jerked back instinctively with a loud yelp, as I saw her feet, accompanied by her hand barreling towards my face__My face!  She knew how much that unsettles me_ having a scratch on my face. "Not my face, Bianca!" I managed to snag at her. She scoffed, seemingly unfazed.

I was weak, very weak at this point and she knew it but didn't care, just to prove her prowess over me and gain my father's approval.

"I'm tired" I muttered loud enough, hoping she hears me, still bent over nursing my aggrieved ribs. I stole a peek at her, in case she decides to lurch at me recalcitrantly. Oh, she can very well do that.

Her chest was heaving in derision as she gaped at me with nothing short of resentment in her similar blue eyes, we had gotten from our mother.

She stumbled forward to me, a retort at the tip of her tongue for me "Tired?" she began, maliciously 'How can you be tired over something that minut?!" she blared, her fist balling. I struggled back away from her  'We are having a competition that I need to win, and you say that you are tired?" she huffed menacingly, and whipped about to look at the man sitting at the far corner supervising us__my Dad. Right now, he had fury etched in his eyes as he scrutinized me.

As usual, I knew what she wanted to do even before she opened her mouth to speak "Dad" Bianca forged petulantly "Did you hear what she sa__"

She didn't get to finish before he was up and barging across the space separating us, as fast as wind towards us__me specifically.

I hate this. It only meant one thing...

Smack!

The resounding sound of his coarse palm across my cheek, resonated through the empty space of the training ground. I tumbled to the ground, and quickly fumbled up unsteadily,  knowing what follows after if I remain on the ground. Tears were fast falling now down my face in tides.

He didn't give a shit about me and how I was feeling. His icy looks bore into me as he motioned to me "Get back to position, now!" he roared. " I don't care if you are tired or not, I won't have you disgrace this family any further" he rode on, fury mixed with raw hatred oozing from every word he spat at me.

I was already fragile, like any move from me to fight now,  would be like offering myself as a punching bag for my sister to use for her training_ which she would be very glad to use anyways. I was shivering from numerous body aches I have suffered since this training started, coupled with the several beating I have been receiving from them.

The beating I got yesterday that left a large hideous scar on my back, was still very fresh. Even at that, he didn't care before ordering me out for training today, for some stupid pack competition that would be happening tomorrow that he knows I had a little to nothing chance of even making it to the last position. I was mostly the laughing stock in the previous competitions and I knew this wouldn't be any different.

I tried to get in a position of attack, bulging my fist and willing up very strength remaining in me,  to be able to at least escape this evening's torture from my father even if I had to get it from my sister yet, it was nothing compared to that of my Dad.