𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍
You have no idea of the pain in my veins

"YOU stupid, idiotic, good for nothing, girl! You're worthless. You are nothing. Nothing! You can't even fight against a bunch of weak humans! I've seen something so pathetic in my life! I thought I raised you to be better. To be strong, to be worthy of being called my daughter! But that's just the thing; You are not my daughter and you will never be! You will never be my daughter because you are not good enough!"

"I-I-I... uh... I'm so... so sorry." Alex gasped out, her head pounding, her throat get, and her skin feeling as if it's being melted with acid. "I can't, I, uh, I can't—" tears pooled out of my eyes as she desperately tried to move in my spot, but she couldn't move. She was glued in her spot as Mikael looked over her, screaming and spitting in her face.

"Silence!"

She closed her mouth as she looked up at him. Her eyes widened as she saw what he was holding in his hand. A whip.

"No, no, no, no. Father, no. I'm sorry, father, please, I won't talk — I won't talk back anymore. I promise," she pleaded, raising her hand up to show surrender.

"You're sorry, huh? You're sorry!?" He smacked the spot near my feet making her scream and flinch on instinct. "You have put me through hell, and for what? For me not being your father! I don't care! You're a useless piece of yesterday trash! No one will ever love you! Not me, not your mother, not your siblings, hell, not even that boy! What's his name? Stiles? What an idiotic name that is." He laughed, his head dipping back as his laugh got louder and louder till it rung in her mind like a really bad song that you can't get out of your head.

"Stop!" She shouted as loud as she could but she couldn't hear her one voice. She could only hear him laughing. "Stop!" She froze and placed her hand to her throat, and tried to yell out something, again. "Stop laughing!" Yet, again, nothing.

She started to hyperventilate as she tried to continue to say something, but her voice wasn't heard. It was as if she was either deaf or she had just lost her voice in a matter of seconds.

"You useless girl!" Mikael laughed loudly as he smacked the floor on the other side of her with the whip. She let out another scream but, like any other time, nothing was heard. "You're telling me what to do? Ha!" He laughed again and then when he pulled the whip back. When it hit a surface, it was not the floor this time. It was her back.

She let out a blood curling scream and lurched her body forward as if trying to move away. But, like before, she couldn't move from her spot. She was glued to it.

"Please. Please. Please, father! Please! I didn't do anything. I didn't disobey anybody," she cried out, begging, pleading, wishing that someone could save her from this torture. Her voice wasn't being heard, but she kept on pleading anyway.

She couldn't tell what was real or not anymore. It has felt like she was in her own state of hell in her own mind that she couldn't escape. The anamoly, vision, or whatever the hell this thing was, it always came to her in different forms.

Esther, Mikael, her siblings, her pack.... And Stiles.

Stiles was the worst in this... world because she cared about his opinion more than anyone else's. So, to hear him... or it... say the things that it had, it hurt her. It hurt her a lot. And, she thought that is what really broke her. She couldn't handle anymore of these hurtful words and all this abuse that she's been getting for the past... however long she's been under.

She has screamed, begging, yelled, pleaded, cried, sobbed, and whatever else she could. And nothing.

Nothing.

She was all alone in this nightmare. She was alone and broken and no one was here to help her, to rescue her from all this pain.

She had no one.

She was alone.

And she guessed... that is how it was always suppose to be.