The Werewolf King's Bride Chapter 2: A Sin

(From Blue's Perspective)

Max left after he had cleaned my wounds. He told to sleep. But I could not. Every night, I was haunted by the thought of not being able to leave this family.

Max once told that there was a cause behind Father's vehent dislike of .

"Can't you see that you don't look like him?"

"You an he beats up just because I don't look like him?"

"Co on, Blue. It's clear that... Don't mind, please. It's clear that you're not his."

"You an, Mother cheated on him and I'm the result?" I asked.

"I guess so. I an, look at Draven and . We have gray eyes and dirty blond hair. But you don't. You have brunette hair and blue eyes. Even Mother doesn't have them."

He had a valid point there. My appearance was diatrically opposed to that of my father. I had a few things in common with Mother, but I had nothing in common with Father. Father, Draven, and Maxen all had blond hair and gray eyes. Mother had dark brown eyes and red hair. But I was unique.

My facial structure was also different. My nose was similar to Mother's, but in other ways, I had a completely different structure. This ti, I truly wondered if I was not my father's. Maybe this was why he despised so much.

I sat next to the window, leaning against the fra, attempting to fill my mind with cold air to expel all of my misery. Things were becoming more complicated. I overheard Draven and Father discussing whoring, or sothing similar two days ago.

I was horrified, believing he was talking about turning into a whore to get money. Since that day, I had been carrying a knife with . So in case Draven or Father tried to sell to soone, I would be able to kill myself. I would rather die than beco soone's plaything.

The moon was obscured by dense clouds tonight. The night seed to be pleading with to go out onto the roof and sit in the rain. Whenever it rained, I would go up to the roof and sit there for as long as I could without being seen. No one was there to see anyway. But I still refused to cry any other ti if it was not raining. Perhaps, to make myself stronger, I chose this way.

Draven's usual yelling reached my ears. He was even angrier than usual tonight. I did not care to go and see why he was behaving like that. In these situations, I stayed as far away from Father and Draven as possible. If I ca into their line of sight, they would direct their rage at .

I decided to get so sleep. At least, if I slept, I would not have to deal with the pain in my abdon.

But my peace was not sothing my family would want. Suddenly the door of my room burst open, and before I knew what was going on, Draven had grabbed by the hair.

"She took the money. Ask her," he hissed.

I saw Father there as I writhed in agony, trying to break free from his clutches. Both of them together... I was so dead tonight. I wanted to tell Max that he should at the very least bury .

"Have you taken the money, Blue?" Father asked coldly. His voice was not loud and I feared this the most. When he was loud, he would kick or strike with a belt. But when his voice was cold, he was the most ruthless. The last ti he said sothing like this to , he shoved my hand into the fireplace and held it there despite my wailing and screams.

Fortunately, an elderly neighbor stopped by to see what was wrong. Or I would surely lose my hand that day.

"What money?" I asked. I had no idea what they were talking about. I had never taken their money, not even for once, not when I needed to buy tampons in an ergency, not when I needed to take costly dicines for my throat pain.

"I've kept five hundred dollars in the second drawer of my table," Father said. "Did you take it?"

"No."

A punch landed on my throat. It was excruciatingly painful. I felt as if the bone there had broken as a result of the sudden force. I clenched my teeth, making a futile attempt to breathe.

"Liar!" Draven hissed angrily. I was certain now that Draven was the one who had taken the money.

"I'm... not... lying," I managed to stamr, in the throes of agony. I coughed and felt my chest burning with pain.

"She is lying, Father! That whore!" Draven snarled.

"You piece of pure nonsense, I'm not lying!" I shouted, not caring about the pain in my throat.

"How dare you talk back, you bitch!" Draven said and pulled my hair so hard that I felt my whole skull getting out of my head.

"Slow down, Draven," Father said slowly. "She will learn her lesson soon. I got our first custor."

I gasped, realizing what he was talking about. Even though I knew exactly what he was talking about, I did not want to believe it. He could not truly do it, could he? He was my father. No matter what, he could not do it, right?

"How much does he want to pay?" Draven asked, not loosening his grasp on my hair.

"100 dollars per two hours," Father replied.

"It's not much. Tell him 150," Draven said as if he was talking about renting a piece of unused furniture.

"It's just the beginning. We'll grow the business more," Father said. "I think she is ready now."

"Are you talking about..."

"Yes, sweet sister. We're discussing how we can use you as a business tool. What's that body of yours for then?" Draven said, smiling like a maniac.

My heart sank with fear at the prospect of losing my sole valuable possession.

"No..."

"Oh, yes," Father said. "If you can't co to use, there's no need for you."

"Then I'll leave. I won't ever co back, I swear," I said quickly, hoping he would agree.

"Don't even think about it. Why do you think I kept you alive all those years?" Father said.

"To use my body for money?" I yelled. "I would rather die than be anyone's sex toy."

"Don't raise your voice, you little slut!" Draven hissed and yanked my hair even tighter.

"Leave alone, you evil! I have never done anything wrong. Then why are you doing this to ?" I said desperately. This ti, I could not even stop the tears.

"Shhh..." Draven jeered into my ear. "You will like it, sister."

All I wanted to do was hit him so hard he would never forget what he had done to . Maybe my hand was a little faster than my intellect. I did not even know what I had done until Draven groaned in pain.

"How dare you..."

Draven almost knocked my head against the corner of the bed. To my greatest fortune, I heard Mother's voice from downstairs.

"Raphael! Soone wants to et you."

Mother's voice was unbelievably gentle. I was certain it was soone who we did not know or soone important.

"Draven, co down. I don't want whoever it is to hear her stupid screams," Father said, glancing disgustedly at as if I was rotten garbage.

Draven sneered one more ti before releasing my hair and exiting the room, slamming the door loudly behind them.

I sobbed as I sat on the bed, my knees pressed against my chest. I did not want to cry, but the tears did not stop. The voices downstairs were very low. I had no idea who had shown up or what they were discussing. Not many people would co to our house. If anyone did, it would be the drug-selling hefty obese man with thick mustaches.

After what seed like an hour, I heard footsteps upstairs. I laid down and pretended to sleep so I would not have to face whatever they had planned for this ti.

"Blue, co downstairs."

It was Mother. Her voice was cheerful, which was unusual to hear. She was clearly ecstatic about sothing.

"Why?" I asked, suspiciously.

"Just co on," she said and pulled with her roughly. Her grip was not as tight as Father's or Draven's, which I was grateful about.

"What is it?" I asked again.

But she ignored , yet the smile on her face remained. She brought downstairs into the living room. I glanced at the place and still could not fully understand why she had brought here.

There were not just them there; there was another man, or I would rather say a sin.