A Werewolf'd Past And Present novel Chapter 21

Maria went off and did her own thing, so I had the place to myself at the moment. I looked around at the huge kitchen that connected to the living room. There was a bay window which looked out over the backyard. Everything was so peacefully.

I went over to the window and plopped myself down on the cushioned seat and turned my body so my back was against the wall and I could watch what was happening outside. From the tranquility of the moment, the memories of my past began to come out and I couldn't stop them.

"Max! Get you ass down here!" My shit-face of a father yelled from downstairs.

I didn't want to go anywhere where he was. All he ever does is cause us pain, both mentally and physically. There were so many things I wanted to do; talk back, runaway, kill him and my mother... kill myself.

I had nothing to live for. They killed my brother. They took away my hope. They didn't do anything for me except take things away. Though, they did one thing for me. And that was abuse.

Hateful, scarring thoughts were placed in my head right along with the bruises and broken bones. It all just adding to my list of reasons I hate them.

"If you're not down here in thirty seconds you don't want to know what'll do to you!" he screamed.

I didn't want anymore broken ribs, so I ran down the stairs and to the kitchen where he sat at the table. He must've had a bad day at work. I can only assume he's going to beat me tonight to get rid of his anger.

"Yes, Father?" I said is a mockingly tone.

"What do I need?" He all but laughed.

He stood up and walked towards me, and all I wanted to say was, "Whoa there, don't over exert yourself, you might faint," but I didn't knowing it will do more harm than good.

"What I need is a person who isn't an ungrateful fuck!" he yelled as his hand went across my face.

I stung but I didn't make a noise or any movement. I'm used to these, these are nothing compared to what has happened before. It was a mistake though, it only made him more angry. He grabbed a fist full of my hair and forced my to look up at him as he bent down to my height.

"I should've let you kill yourself the last time," he seethed.

Yeah, you should of, I thought to myself not daring to say it out loud.

He let go of my hair and punch me across the face that sent my to the floor where he repeatedly kicked my side until he got bored. Many kicks later he walked away like he didn't just beat his daughter. What a family I have.

As I sat up a winced quietly. I immediately put a hand over my mouth. I couldn't make a sound or he would come back. I know a cracked a couple ribs, probably broke a few, too. The bruising was going to be bad later.

"I got to know your secret, now I will tell you some of mine."

Max's POV-

"Max, you don't have-" I cut him off before he could finish his sentence.

"Logan, yes I do. There is so much you don't know about me and I think if you did you wouldn't want to know me," I said while closing my eyes.

"Then don't tell me," Logan growled.

"Logan, I can't go on being friends, maybe more, with any of you knowing none of you know who I am," I went on.

"Okay...," Logan said in a defeated voice.

"I had abusive parents, but they're dead now. They all but killed themselves with drugs and alcohol when I was fifteen. I didn't really care, they never really cared for me anyway. My father would beat me repeatedly day after day just 'cause he wanted to, mother did nothing to it she usually was passed out or not there. I had an older brother, Bryan, he protected me as long as he could but he left me too. He killed himself, leaving me in the world alone. I wanted to end my life just so I could away from every fucked up thing in my life, but I never did though that didn't stop me from trying...," I whispered.