A Frigid Heart vs A Broken Soul [COMPLETED]

Chapter 1 - The Escape

Picture of Clara

I walk to my simple front door on my simple brick house in my simple neighbourhood after another school day from hell. No one knows what goes on behind that beige front door, no one knows. And my father wants it to stay that way. Oh my father. I hate him. I hate him with a passion. Who would torture their own wife and 17 year old daughter?

He's a maniac, however he wasn't always that way. No, he used to be kind and loving. But suddenly when I was ten he started to drink and became violent, enough to put me in a coma for two months.

I stare at the door, my life on the other side. A life of shouts, hits and kicks. A life no teenager should live. I do manage to earn some money, since I've written four books about a strong female character who who is fierce and doesn't let anything crush her spirit with a pen name of Violet Jinx. That's who I want to be... But I'm the complete opposite. I'm weak and I let everyone walk over me. My spirit was crushed long ago.

My birthday is tomorrow and I'll be turning 18 but I don't think anyone would notice or care apart from my mother. She always secretly gets a cupcake from the bakery where she works at for my birthday.

Still standing on that dreaded veranda, I take a deep breath, turn the knob and push the door open slowly.

The curtains are closed like always and the windows locked. My house feels gloomy and dark. We have no air conditioning so the temperature in here is hot and humid. I shut the door quietly and walk into the living room where my father is passed out on the sofa... like always. He is a light sleeper, so I walk as quietly as I can to the foot of the stairs and tip toe up them. I step over the couple of steps that I know from personal experience creak and make it to the landing, my bedroom to the right, my mother's to the left.

I go to open my door to get changed to make my father dinner like always, but stop when I hear quiet crying coming from my mother's bedroom. Instead of going into my room, I walk over and press my ear to the door that on the other side contains my mother sobbing, certainly because of the life she lives. I sigh and slowly open the door.

My eyes widen at the scene in front of me as my mother clicks the gun next to her head. She looks at me with an almost peaceful expression on her tear stained face, 'my darling, run. Run and don't look back, escape for me, will you? Go find your mate and live the life you always deserved.'

'No, no, no!' I scream, not caring that my father probably heard. My mum just smiles sadly at me, 'goodbye darling.'

She pulls the trigger as I scream in horror. She falls to the ground, blood staining the carpet as the life leaves her once sparkling but now dull eyes. I run to her and shake her, begging her to get back up, hands now covered in blood. What did she even mean about 'mate'? She can't leave me.

My mother was my rock, my reason to live. She was there with a soothing voice when I woke up from unconsciousness after a bad beating. She was there, cleaning my cuts after my father used a knife. She was there to hold me and lend me a shoulder to cry on.

I hear footsteps thudding up the stairs and I look around my mother's bedroom frantically before running to a wardrobe and slipping in just as my father bursts into the room. He growls... He actually growls at my dead mother on the floor, 'oh Catarina you worthless human, why did I get stuck with you as a mate?' My eyebrows scrunch together, human? Then what is he?!

I can hear him sniff the air and I know an evil smirk appears on his lips, 'Clara darling? I know you're here. Come out, come out, wherever you are,' I can sense him walking towards the wardrobe and can just feel that his eyes contain malice and evil hunger. I shake and cover my mouth to hold in a sob.

I reach out behind me, trying to grasp onto anything the might help. I can feel him still stalking towards the almost empty wardrobe and I close my eyes, tears still flowing knowing that I'm about to die. I can sense him standing in front of the wardrobe door just as I feel something sharp hit my hand. My eyes fly open. A knife. My mum must've hid it for protection, but too scared to use it. I grab the knife handle just as he rips the door open, I swing the knife around without thinking and I feel it slash into flesh.

My father howls in pain and anger, but I don't stop to look as I stumble out of the room, shocked tears still streaming down my face. I run down the stairs, taking two at a time, my hand still clutching the knife. I get to the bottom of the stairs, run past the kitchen, and finally reach that cursed door. I can hear my father running down the steps, bumping into everything, obviously badly wounded.

I tear the door open and the afternoon sun greats me, glaring in my eyes after the darkness of my house. I don't know where I'm going but my instincts tell me to run. Run and don't look back as my mother said. My mother. A sob escapes my lips as I sprint into the forest on the other side of the road in front of my house. I drop the knife covered in my father's blood and immediately the dense trees block out most of the sun.

I already feel sticky in the humid air, but I run. I keep running, twigs slapping onto my skin, stinging them. Even as my father screams at me to come back. Even as tears blur my vision. Even as my breath starts to come out in pants. Even as my legs start to feel like jelly.

I finally collapse, my legs unable to hold me up anymore. I crawl over to a river and shove my hands in the freezing water, scrubbing them, trying to get the blood off. Even after my hands turn red and raw, I can still feel the blood on them, staining them. I drag myself back and lean against a tree and curl in to a ball, covering my face with my hands, sobs racking my body. I'm alone in the middle of a forest, lost after running aimlessly, anything to get away from that monster and no one to go to. And finally to top it all off, my mother is gone. I close my eyes and leaning against a tree, knees against my stomach I fall asleep.

*****

My eyes fly open and my head snaps up at the sound of growling after what only feels like seconds of rest. I scream in terror as I see four giant wolves standing in front of me, snarls ripping through their body, their yellow teeth pulled back into their gums, saliva dripping from them. Their sinister eyes glint red and their fur is matted and bloody. It takes a minute to remember I'm in a forest, all alone.

I scramble up, hyperventilating and now sobbing again, 'please, God no, please no,' I start chanting. I can't die. No, my mum told me to escape. But I realise now that I've got no chance. I can't outrun them, fighting them would be painful and tortuous suicide, I can't even climb a tree because they would leap at me and kill me before I could reach the first branch.

I'm out of options I think as they stalk towards me hungrily. I'm their prey.

The first one leaps at me and drags its claws down my face again and again until I'm sure it's mangled. I scream and scream and scream as I feel blood pour down my face and try to scramble away. Through the haze of pain I feel jaws clamp around my ankle. Another set of claws tear my lower stomach open and I collapse to the ground, slamming my head on a rock.

Blood stains my vision, but I see just before everything turns black many other wolves rip the ones that were attacking me to shreds. Through the high pitched noise that blares in my eyes, I can hear faint shouting of alarm before I'm sure my body shuts down.

*****

I open my eyes to a feeling of excruciating pain. It blocks everything out as I sit up in an unfamiliar bed. I hear someone's screams full of agony. It takes me a second to realise they're mine. I can faintly hear people around me, shouting in panic, but all I can register is pain.

I feel like my bones are grinding together and I'm on fire. I fall to the side blindly before someone catches me and sits me against a wall as I writhe and struggle against the arms holding me down. And I sob through my screams. After what feels like days of this pain, I finally black out.

FIRST CHAPTER!
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