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Once I reached the campus, I made a b-line to the library. I was ready for my next adventure( I always spend time before school and lunch in the library. It was always empty and peaceful.)

Once the bell rang, I headed straight to my first class, English.

I always sat in the back of the class, so I would not be bothered by the other students. All my work was done on paper because I didn't have any electronics and I was selectively mute. Only in school. If I was at home I would be beaten, harder. So, my teachers usually didn't call on me. We always would talk after class, if there was a need to. I kept my grades up and kept to myself.

After the first 5 hours, there was lunch. I quickly and quietly went back to the library. The librarian was a very kind man. He always has a seat for me saved and always knew what kind of book I would enjoy. We didn't talk much but, we knew each other well.

After Lunch, I had to go to class. Only for 4 more hours, though. They flew by, as I was too busy trying not to think about what I had to do after school. After school, I had to clean the entire packhouse, have a snack made for everyone, make all the beds, do allㅡthe laundry and do all the yard work. Oh, and I also had to clean all the blood off the training arena. I had to do all of that in 4 hours. That was my typical afternoon agenda. The pack didn't come home till 5 pm. School got out at 1.

When the last bell rang, I bolted out and got back to the house, as fast as I could, in my current condition. When I got back, I immediately went to work.

I got everything done, just as everyone walked into the house. I ran into the foyer, to greet them.

"W-welcome home. Everything is done" I said to them.

"Ready for your beating, slut?" my father asked.

Behind him, the pack smirked. Usually, that meant that everyone got a swing.

Right after he said that the first blow came, hard. I fell to the ground, clutching my stomach in agony. When I looked up at them, my father had his claws out and had slashed my stomach. Blood was gushing through my fingers. With a smirk he slashed my face, Then, he left the pack to do whatever they wanted. I was hit, smacked, cut and punched, everywhere on my frail, broken body. Then they left me.

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I awoke, hours later.

I slowly rose, shakily, to my feet. Breathing hurt, so I knew I had some broken ribs. I also knew that I had lost a fair amount of blood, I was super light-headed and dizzy. One glance at the clock, and I panicked.

It was almost 8 pm. I had dinner to make, chores, and homework to do.

I limped to the kitchen. I set and made everything, did the rest of my chores, and limped up to my room to do homework.

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It was 11:30 pm when I could finally go to bed.

"Hey, bitch! Get your ass down here!" my brother, Max, called from the stairs.

I slowly went to the stairs and froze to the spot. There he was, standing at the bottom of the stairs, clutching a butcher knife. He then proceeded to stalk me, walking up the stairs, clutching the knife. Once he reached the top, he stabbed me. I fell to the floor, knife in my shoulder, crying out in pain. All Max did was start laughing, seeing my expression. Then he walked into his room, slammed the door, and left me lying there.

Not that I expected it to be any different.

I crawled back to my room and proceeded to fix my wound. I slowly pulled the knife out, while biting onto an old towel. If I screamed, that would just earn me another beating. After it was removed, I ripped the towel apart, shoving it into the wound. I would take it out in the morning, before school.

Then I succumbed to the darkness. The last thing I heard was Phoenix saying,

"I will do my best to heal you. Just sleep. I will always be here for you."

Then, everything disappeared.