Whats you're deepest fear when you were a kid? Some may say being alone, or dying, maybe even heights. Or you have some that say finding body parts in the freezer.

I only had two. One, getting beaten to death by my aunt, and, Two, getting starved to death to death by my aunt.

What was the most upsetting thing you experienced as a kid? That my parents didn't save me.

Do you have any regrets? Yeah, not being strong enough to protect myself.

Have you changed at all? One hundred percent, mess with me, I'll end your life.

I'll tell you my story, to whoever cares enough to hear about it.

Griffins, the name. Is there a story behind it? No, it just had a nice ring to it, I guess.

My life growing up wasn't your average child's childhood. I didn't get the happiness I wanted, or the love of the one's I trusted. I didn't get to behave like a kid, more like a doll, waiting to be used. Couldn't be loud, couldn't cry out, couldn't play about, couldn't be happy with normalcy.

Beaten and thrown against walls by my aunt, being touched by a man, my cousin, who wasn't my mate, suffering terribly, while my abusive and alcoholic father and my mother just watched me suffer. But I pretended. Pretended to be the sweet and naive child they thought of me as.

With every hit, with every hateful word spouted at me, with every wall I was thrown into, with all the hidden touches on me, I grew stronger. I survived. Cursing my supposed savior, my mate, vowing to never love or trust that they would save me.

I became my savior.

When I turned 16, my life had a huge change. A month after I turned 16...

At the dinner table. "Honey, the mate meeting ceremony for the youngsters is tomorrow." My mother suddenly said, looking at my father. "Is that so?" Was all he said, returning the dead silent setting to the dining table.

"Well, all of the other kid's moms we're saying how they were dropping their kids off together, so I was hoping you could take some time out on Griffin's important day tomorrow.

I glared at my food, as I tried holding my anger in. I don't care if he doesn't go, in fact, I'll be grateful, all I need is moms care. I don't even want a mate, why must mother bring up this subject?!

"The boys and I are having poker tomorrow night, he should be grateful to even have a roof over his head, why must I work my .ss off, just for him to go to a meetup?!"

Fathers fists clashed against the wooden table, shaking the fragile plates roughly. Here we go again. It always starts like this, but it always ends with my mom admitting she was wrong when she wasn't.

"But he's your son, and it's going to be one of his most important moments in life, how could you not go just for a get together with your friends?!" My mom was almost yelling at this point, while I was sitting silently eating my food.

"He doesn't even do half the work I do! Why should I have to give up Poker night to drop him off at someplace to find a lover?!" My dad aggressively yelled at my mom, making my mom start to feel aggrieved.

It must have stung my mom's heart since she cares about mates and their whole beings as precious, yet her mate holds no respect for her or the beings of mates. Even if I wouldn't have been born, I wish my mom would have a mate that treated her how a mate should treat their lovers.

Sometimes I feel they don't love each other, just that they got used to each other company. I wanted to ask my mom many times, but that would just hurt her feelings.

it's not like you have to be with your mates, you can reject them if they're trash like my dad, but yet you always have those people blinded by "love".

I didn't even notice that my dad was yelling at me until he came over and grabbed my neck. He did something like this when I was younger. I was crying because I was going to miss my bus since I couldn't get socks, and he grabbed my throat because I was being too loud and woken him up from his drunken sleep.

He pushed my face against the table harshly, slamming my face next to my plate of food. I heard growls being exchanged between my parents. He's holding my neck too tightly. It hurts, but it's going to leave marks.

He gave me one last squeeze with his werewolf strength, and finally released my pain-filled neck.

I heard a slam before lifting my head slowly up. I didn't even realize the fact that I'm bleeding right above my forehead. Blood slowly oozed out, flowing over my eyes.

I glanced at my mom's pain-filled eyes. She was frozen across the table, staring at the fresh wound.

I picked up my plate, walking over to the kitchen trash can, scraping the plate off, and placing the plate in the sink.

Walking away, I went upstairs to my bedroom, and slowly closing the door. If my m felt so bad, she would've left him a long time ago, so I lost all hope for that. My room was plain and empty, only having a bed, table, closet, and bathroom.

The bedding was black, along with the table. While the rest was a faint white color.

I plopped down on my bed, kicking off the slippers. I gently touched my wound, flinching at the quick shot of pain.

Great... not only do I have to go to that place where my mate might be, but I'm also looking like I got beaten u ith these fresh wounds, not even counting all my old wounds, or the scars I have.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep.

"Ugh..." I slowly reached over to the sound beeping sound, and tiredly slammed my hand against the wide turn off button. 'Ugh, it feels too early to wake up, the sun isn't even out yet... who set my alarm?'

I slowly lifted my eyes, which felt like they had rocks weighing them down.

A bright light was shining in my eyes, making me close my eyes instantly again.

After a minute or two, I finally adjusted to the bright light. I slowly took in my surroundings. My dad was standing at the end of my bed, shining a flashlight on me. I could smell the strong scent of alcohol that came off him.

'Another beating?' Was the first thought that came to my mind.

I only realized a second later that he was half-*****, without anything below his waist on, touching and stroking his lower part. This is bad. I always knew he had a lot of screws loose, but to do this to his own son? He has a few more loose than I thought.

He grinned, seeing I was fully awake and aware of the situation.

"Shhh, your mom's sleeping." He put his finger to his lip. Terror is evident on my face. I won't be able to escape... he's a pack warrior, he's way stronger than me... I'm screwed...

He slowly crawled on top of me, kissing my neck. He slid his tongue onto my nape.

"I won't let anyone take what's mine!" Is he going to mark me? If he marks me my heat will come sooner. I won't be marked by this piece of trash!

I struggled with all the strength I could muster, but it was no use. He slowly slid his hands to my pants, ripping off my pants roughly. Next, we're my underwear.

I couldn't scream, because before I knew it, he slid his finger into my mouth.

My wolf crying out for help, whimpering, for our mate. I know our mate can feel the despair I'm going through since I can feel his strong emotions too.

He harshly flipped me over, and without a second of preparation or hesitation, he thrusted inside of me. I tried my best to scream out, but nothing came out. He thrusted again, going harder and shared with each ******.

"You're so tight, loosen up for daddy." With more terror filling me, tears started pouring out. The smell of blood filling and mixing in with the naughty smell in the air. I can't take this anymore.

With a loud bang, my father fell unconscious on top of me. I was breathing so hard, it felt like my heart jumped into my ears, since all I can hear is my heart thumping like crazy. The tears wouldn't stop pouring.

He was still buried deep inside me, hitting the deepest part it could. My bottom was throbbing so much, with a wet substance leaking out. It hurts so much.

I looked behind me, seeing my mom's eyes looking at me in pain and disgust. She probably felt his betrayal through their bond, but who would of known it was her son that he was f.cking and raping.