Torment by Kate (most important books to read txt) 📕

My most prized possession under my feet, I roll down the street not caring about how dark it is outside. Absently my foot moves off of my board and to the road pushing it to go faster. Feeling the air rustle through my black long curly hair is what I like most about going fast. The breeze of cold air makes me shiver, but I’m usually not affected by this cold. I speed up on my skateboard and dodge everything with my abnormal speed. A minute or two later I hadn’t dodge something and I slammed into a wall my skateboard rolling away, stating that it wasn’t an actual wall. My heart stammered as I realized I pass the territory or was it because of my skateboard. I kept looking pass the guy to my skateboard, still slowly rolling down the street. I back up a few steps back to where the territory line meets. Even though he was obviously handsome, all male werewolves were, I kept looking at my skateboard rather than him. I believe it irrigated him because he stepped pass the boarder himself to get my attention, but my eyes were still locked on my skateboard finally coming to a stop. Rolling my eyes at the guy I point to my skateboard telling him to go fetch it.
“I’m not your slave go get it yourself,” he says with a voice that’s music to my ears, but somehow I could tell it was rough to others. I began to think of a smart ass remark, but instead I did something smart ass itself. Doing exactly what he said to do, I cross over the territory boarder and catch up to my skateboard. When I had it in my grasp I became relieved and relaxed. On my way back I stopped before I ran into another person, slowly I turn around and I was circled by 4 people. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I look over the man’s shoulder at the guy I originally ran into. I gave him a death glare and I could tell he thought I wouldn’t dare cross the boarder. With my luck I’ll be dead, well at least I can die with my beloved skateboard. I hug my skateboard to my chest rubbing it in a way you soothe someone. The guys that circled me looked at me like I was some psycho.
“At least I’ll die with you Skaty,” I told my skateboard softly. Within a flash all of the guys surrounding me moved away. I looked around dumbfounded that they hadn’t killed me yet. Still holding my skateboard like a teddy bear, my eyes follows everyone’s glare, it lead to the guy I ran into.
“Go back and tell everyone there isn’t a threat,” the guy says in his alpha voice, and I groan. Alpha’s, have I ever told you how much I hate them. Everyone was soon out of sight and I quickly plopped down my skateboard and started to ride it ‘only a couple feet to go,’ I thought to myself. I was about to cross over when the Alpha stopped me. I looked up at him mad that he made me stop once again, but once I looked at him I suddenly wasn’t mad anymore. I took in what he looked like, smooth flawless tan complexion, black hair like mine expect his was a shaggy straight cut, emerald green eyes that flashed a bit of gold. All of these features I could get lost in but his eyes were the most alluring. I began to open my mouth to say something but instead they clamped shut remembering what this pack did to my family, what they did to me. My hand slid under my jacket and traced my scars on the side of my stomach also the front. I tense a lot reminiscing about that day, the day I lost everything I loved, all because of them.
“Get away from me,” I whimper backing up away from this handsome Alpha. Looking in his eyes I saw hurt but then in a matter of seconds he had his hand around my throat.
“You’re the one who wanted to pass the boarder,” he growled and squeeze tighter making me dizzy, then released me I fell to the floor automatically my body still dizzy from the memories and the pain in my throat. Agony sparked through my stomach at the memories the same pain from when it happen. I held my side and yelped. The Alpha’s hate suddenly turned into quilt and he rushed to my side checking my throat, when he noticed that’s not what was making me suffer he looked down at my hands clutched at my side. He slowly lifted up my jacket to view my stomach and to my horror I look down and I was bleeding as if it was happening again. I looked over at him with pleading eyes to do something anything to get out of this agonizing torture. My eyes lingered to the sky to the stars where heaven is maybe I’ll be with my parents and lovely sister again.
“Kill me,” I pleaded him reaching for my boot with shaky hands pulling out a knife handing it to him. He starred at me dumbfounded and threw the knife elsewhere. He picked me up bridal style, causing me to whimper in pain, as anguish traveled down the side of my stomach. I began to feel even dizzier as my head was throbbing along with my scars. Soon enough I blacked out, unknown to where I was going.

When I woke up my immediate reflex was to sit up, but I couldn’t something was wrapped around me keeping me down. Startled my hand forced its way down to my waist where this thing is wrapped, when I looked down it was an arm. My eyes follow the arm to find out who’s the owner, the Alpha. I tried to wiggle free, but the ache in my stomach came back so I snuggled back into the bed and closed my eyes. The darkness ate me and spit me into a mind numbing nightmare.
1991- Summer
Picking the roses and tulips from the meadow, I race over to my sister Sarah. I smile as I saw my chubby cheeked sister run away from me, as in a challenge. Running pass her I could feel her grabbing to me, so I stop and look at her. She had bug eyes and mostly the whites of her eyes were showing, at the time I was to young to understand. Something flickered in her eye, like a warning. I couldn’t understand it, but then I saw Sarah fall to her feet hugging her stomach and understood fully, someone was killing her in front of my eyes. Sadness feels me and I cry out to my sister hoping for a response, to tell me she was still her with me.
“Sarah please,” I cried out running towards her hugging her lifeless body, “Don’t go.” At that moment I didn’t realize my parent’s were in danger, until I heard my mother’s cry of help. I release my sister and jump up to my feet running towards the house. I stumbled and tripped along the way, but it didn’t stop me I kept going towards the house. Once I made it I grabbed the door handle and ripped the door open, searching the house for my mommy.
“Mommy.” I felt hot wet tears roll down my pale skin. “Daddy.” I look into the living room where they lay lifeless as does my sister in the meadow. No, I thought to myself. I cried in the corner hoping they would just be sleeping, or playing a joke on me a really non-funny joke. I felt an appearance in the room maybe mommy and daddy are awake? I smile at the thought and my eyes jolt to their direction, but to my disbelief they still laid there taking a nap. Who was here, I ask myself wonderingly. I stood up from the corner and walked over into the kitchen. In the kitchen was even worst then I expected, in the kitchen was a man with a long heavy knife pointing at me. Absorbed by the whole scene my body wouldn’t move, and the man took advantage of that ripping my dress and skin on the side of my stomach. I evolved into roaring pain, closing my eyes I saw nothing but stars. Opening up my eyes I saw the man lunging at me again, but I moved quickly, unluckily the blade still caught me deeper than the other one. Yelping in pain I saw the man smile amused by my agonizing pain. I looked into the eyes that would be forever planted into my brain. The black eyes of a beast.

I woke up panting for breath clutching the side of my stomach I became frantic because I was on the pack’s territory, what if the man comes to kill me again? A tear raced its way down my cheek and dropped onto Alpha’s arm. He pulled me closer than began to wake up.
“What’s wrong,” he asks tiredly. I didn’t answer him I just starred at the ceiling easing my breath so I wasn’t panting anymore. I look over at the alpha, in his eyes one thing shone brighter than the others, concern.
“Bad dream,” I murmur and tried to wiggle out of his grasp again, and once again failed only causing pain in my stomach. Why does it still hurt it’s been 13 years?
“Want to talk about it?”
“Sure, it was about when I got attack,” I paused and looked at him wondering how he was going to take the next part “by your pack. I was 7 and I had a sister, they killed her right in front of my eyes. After crying out for my sister I heard my mother’s scream but once I got to the house both my mother and father was died. I ventured my way to the kitchen where your father was. Your father killed my family, that’s why I wanted you to get away from me, and that’s why I have these nightmares.” I waited a minute for his opinion on this, waiting to hear ‘he is a good man, he is my father.’ That never happened though instead the alpha’s reply was unexpected, astonishing really, for being a murderers son.
“He deserved to die last year, he killed my best friend her name was Allison I loved her, I truly did. We did everything together, learnt new things together. Well I told my father about her so he decided to pay her a visit when he came back later that night I saw blood on his blade, and it smelt like hers. I was devastated I cried every night from then on.” I wonder if he knew my name was Allison. I smiled at his little confession, to know he trusted me enough to say that.
“I never told you why it’s a nightmare, my family dying was the worst part but there are more factors. He was in the kitchen he had a knife large and scary. At first I was too shocked to move and he sliced my side,” I carefully pulled up my jacket exposing the scar, and then continued “after that I came to my senses and moved away from him lunging at me, but it’s only result was a deeper cut one ten times as painful.” I traced my finger along the jagged