Dragging the marker down in a horizontal line I backed up to stare at the wall. Two thousand one hundred, ninety days. It was almost exactly six years since my parents have been gone, more like left me. I have no idea why I mark the days maybe I hope one day they'll come back. Being only twelve it was a natural instinct to want your parents only now I didn't, I was almost eighteen soon I could leave the pack for good.

I never knew why they left except the obvious; me being a runt but, that was still no reason to abandon your child. Especially to people even worse, this pack. Everyday there was a new surprise waiting for me whether it was from embarrassment or beatings. The latter was definitely their first choice trust me it was far from a surprise at this point. No matter who they were, someone would start the beating and another would surely finish it.

The only person in this whole pack who didn't beat me was the alpha he didn't know anything. At this point I don't think he'd care that much considering our ranks. Every time it happened I never knew what to do so I just let it be. Besides I was far too weak to stop them let alone fight back. My wolf has been gone for ages now I missed her, Mia, so much

One day a couple boys from the pack lost their football game at school. Long story short, I was used as a punching bag for their anger. That day I definitely thought I'd die for sure. It was the last time I talked to Mia, she saved me.

"Layla get the hell up one of the guys spilt milk all over the kitchen floor." a girl shouted, while hitting my door.

In the pack house I was basically their servant, definitely something I couldn't object to thanks to the pack members. Times like those were the worse since I had to be outside of my room. Which was a fairly small room, big enough to fit a bed, a dresser and one room connected to the bathroom. Although it wasn't much I was definitely more than grateful for what I had. Even if I got handed a shitty deal in life I still had a secure place to hide from it.

Moving quickly I got dressed in a black long sleeve to hide the scars on my wrists. The pack have caused lots of damage to my body, some were all me. When you get tortured everyday and on top of that have the thought of your parents leaving you. It breaks you bit by bit until there's nothing left, some people just aren't strong enough. I'm surely not.

As I made my way to the kitchen, I seen the group of guys sitting at the counter who I hated the most. Without saying anything I opened the cupboards under the sink to get the paper towels.

"Look it's the runt." I heard one of the guys say, this made me grab the rubber bracelet, slapping my wrist with it.

When I was distracted by the pain of the bracelet it helped block out what people were saying. Of course it was a distraction, my cuts were very much fresh making it ten times worse. After I cleaned the milk off the floor behind the counter I got up.

As I did the first thing one of the guys did was knock over a cup spilling what it contained, "Oops, mind cleaning that up for me Layla?" Brad asked, with a smirk while his friends laughed.

Brad, Steven, Chester and Jameson were my main tormentors. They lived to make my life a living hell since my parents left. It didn't help that they were all in higher power. Brad the beta, Steven the Omega and Chester and Jameson shared the title of Gamma. These were the boys that almost killed me and I despised them yet I couldn't help but, fear them.

"Yes." I said, letting out a breathe as I bent down with fresh paper towels, cleaning it up.

All of a sudden a terrible pain shot through my nose, it was definitely bleeding. Falling back and holding it instinctively I looked up to see Steven.

"Sorry about that I didn't see you." he replied nonchalantly, with a shrug to his shoulders.

"Fuck bro look how much she bleeds." Chester laughed, while Jameson agreed.

Without knowing what to do I stood up as my hands cupped under my nose, making sure the blood lands on my palms.

"Ew she's getting blood on the floor." Donna, Brads mate laughed with her friend Sara while they both came in.

"That's so gross." Sarah spoke, with a disgusted voice.

It was as if I froze to my spot and I so desperately wanted the world to open up swallowing me whole. Everyone was laughing now while I stood there stupidly. How could I have been so stupid to not check the kitchen before coming in? This was my fault.

Suddenly I felt a strong presence behind me as the laughter died down. Turning around slowly I bumped into someone that made me freeze once again.

It was alpha Landon, the one who had yet to know his pack is as foul as him. Once our eyes met he noticed my nose then looked around at everyone before connecting his eyes with me again.

"I-I'm s-sorry." I managed to say quietly before going around him walking fast to the bathroom.

That was thankfully far from the kitchen, turning on the faucet I cleaned my nose up. After I looked into the mirror I found someone I didn't recognize. Black hair, green eyes and a pale complexion. When I saw myself I never thought of myself as pretty, the pack surely made that clear.

With a sigh, I opened the bathroom door only to be pushed back in by none other than Brad. The worst of the four guys and my biggest tormentor.

"You're such a fuck up, you almost got us caught by the Alpha with spilling your filthy blood on the floors." he spat angrily, while shutting the door and walking over to me.

I felt tears come to my eyes already knowing what he was going to do. As soon as he was right in front of me I could see the hatred and disgust clear on his face. The beta never beat me he did something much, much worse.

A whimper escaped my lips as he grabbed my throat squeezing impossibly tight, cutting off air immediately. Everyday if he seen me he would do this until I was on my last breathe. If he was angry he'd do it twice maybe three times, on a good day he'd do it once. Today I think he'll definitely do three so I braced myself for what was to come.

The pain of losing your breathe, let alone being restricted to get any is the worst possible thing anyone could go through. While this is happening I usually shut my eyes to count in my head. To think about something other than the fact that I was dying. Other times I'd dig my hands into my wrist knowing there was a fresh wound to distract myself with.

After what seemed like forever he let go making me fall to the floor, gasping for air. I opened my eyes, my vision blurred. I made sure to even out my breathing before taking big breathes. When he would take a minute break I'd learn how to use that as time to gain my breath in case he did it again.

I heard his footsteps then felt my head pulled back by my hair, a yelp escaping my lips, "You caught me on a good day because, you and me both know I could do way worse so next time be more careful." he whispered, in my ear deadly while he let go roughly and walked out of the bathroom.

Soon after I caught my breathe before slowly standing up to look at myself. To say the least I hated what I saw, the print of his hands were still there on my neck faintly. While my face had red blotches, my color slowly coming back. I threw some water on my face before I ran my hands through my hair.

This place would really certainly be the absolute death of me, Layla Anderson.

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