Two months ago my mom and stepdad died in a car accident. The twins are only two years old and I find it hard to take care of them sometimes. Blake has officially moved into our home to take care of us. I'm still afraid of him but I try not to let it show. Blake had made new rules that I find very unnecessary. The first is,
1. You will not be aloud out of the house unless I give the permission.
2. You will be let out of your rooms when I say you can.
3.you aren't to talk back.
4. You are to always listen and respond immediately.
And there are a thousand more rules we have to follow. It is driving me insane. And the fact is he hired a nanny for the boys and I barely get enough time with them. It makes me sad. If mother were here she wouldn't have let this happen. I would fight back but the punishment is so harsh I'm afraid that I won't survive. I can't stand the fact that he hit my two year old brothers because I didn't obey him. It makes me angry and I hate it. The thing is I have nothing to vent me anger on so I am burying it all in my heart. I look at my clock it's eleven-thirty. We have a curfew now isn't that great! We are to be in bed my eight-thirty and to be asleep by nine. I ignore this rule since no one is around to in-force it. I feel my eyes drooping I decid to lay down and cuddle in my fuzzy warm blanket. Half way asleep I feel something on me it's slightly heave but warm. I don't open my eyes but I cuddle closer to it. I feel a kiss being planted on my forehead. The kiss comforts me and I end up falling completely asleep. When I wake up my head is on something solid but warm. It feels so nice that I subconsciously snuggle my face into it. I hear a chuckle and I jerk up and look at Blake who is laying right beside me. Eyes widened I go to scramble away but he just grabs me and pulls me back down. "Are you trying to run from me again? Didn't you promise you wouldn't run from me?" His voice was hoarse. "Sorry. You scared me." I whispered. He chuckled again then kissed my forehead. A couple minutes pass when he sits up and looks at me. "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "What did I not tell you?" I asked confused. "That you are half werewolf." He said it so calmly that it chilled me to the bone. "I-I…. Wh- who said I was half werewolf?" I said looking away. "Don't you dare lie to me." He commanded. His voice was cold again. I looked down. "Yes I'm part werewolf but I didn't tell you because I didn't know how you would react. Only mom knew and she made me swear I wouldn't tell anyone." Nervous I folded and Unfolded my hands. "Next time you will tell me anything and everything. And you will start physical training. I will teach you everything you need to know about our kind." He caught me off guard when he said 'our kind' I stared at him. "Yes I am werewolf too but I am a full blood."with that he grabbed my arm and cut it. Then he cut his and let a lot of his blood flow into my arm. It had to at least be a couple hours before he pulled back and bandaged my arm and his. "There now we are forever blood bonded." He finally said. I said nothing just looked at the bandage on my forearm. "You will feel dizzy for a couple days while my blood joins with yours. When the dizziness where's off then I will start your training." He said kissing my forehead. Getting up he went to the door. Before leaving he looked back at me. "You won't tell anyone that we both are werewolves and that I have blood bonded us or it won't end well for your brothers." With that he left. And for the next two years it was like that he would come in at twelve-thirty and make the blood bond stronger then left at four and I let it happen because I was to scared to do anything about it. About a year after he started he said that with the blood bond he could track me and see what I saw he could also feel what I felt. He said it was basically as if we had mated. I knew that one day he would have me mate to him. Otherwise why else would he trouble with the blood bond. After that fateful day Blake started to use my gift more often and had me train in more ways than one. He taught me how to fight and kill and other stuff. I was able to take down anyone but him, and he made sure of that. But one morning the police showed up at our door. The knock had been what saved me from his clutches. Or so I thought.
Bolting up from my bed I was sweating really Bad. I got up and got some coffee then sat on the patch of the guest house. Yesterday after I had told them about my power and that we found out that Blake had taken granny lil's son captive and that Blake was looking for us both of us. We started to get things ready for when granny's son would show up. I sighed and rubbed my head I was a sixteen year old who couldn't afford to get caught again. If it wasn't for my brothers I would have killed myself not mattering if anyone cared but I loved my brothers too much to leave them like my parents had left us. My phone buzzed and I looked at it. It was David. Great I thought I wouldn't hear from you until next week. I thought as I opened the message.
David: Hey Chlo so I know you said not until next week but I need another fighter. I'll even double the cash if you want just plzzz come.
I scoffed then replied
Me: I'll only come if you triple it.
David: you got it!
Me: ok, I'll be there at one.
The only reason I fought was cause I was good at it and it paid well. A year after my parents died Blake made me go out with other people on the weekends and I had to track someone down which wasn't hard then I had to... I had to kill them. When I fight in the ring I don't kill them I just almost kill them. There have been some occasions where people will get mad and try to kill me but it back fires on them and they never breath again. Now I have to tel the boys that I have to fight tonight. I know they won't like it but it's the only thing that is helping us eat. Finishing the cup of coffee I walk in and wake up the boys. I get them dressed and tell them I have to go fight. They don't respond to well but they understand why I do it. They day passes by rather quickly but instead of sulking I play with my brothers and Michelle. We have lots of fun just like we used to. After dinner I played a game with everyone then put the boys in bed and got ready. I pulled my fighting clothes out. I had a black crop top the connected around my neck then I had leather leggings and a pair of black combat boots. Putting on my fingerless gloves I kiss the boys a good night then leave. No body know that I left so I don't check and make sure I'm being followed. When I reach the arena I park and go into my room and put my hair in a ponytail. I look in the body mirror and see the tattoo that Blake made me get. It's a wolf head and it's the exact color of his wolf. It's supposed to represent loyalty to him. Everyone who works for him has one on their right shoulder blade. Walking out I stand behind the curtain waiting for my name to be called. When it is I walk out and see who I'm fighting. Shit it's Robert. You know what now I can kill him and won't have to worry about him messing with my brothers. When the ref says go we both circle each other m. He launches for me and I dodge. I hit him in the ribs about five times before he grabs my hand. Then he turns me around and I catch someone in the crowd but I can focus on them because he turns me back around and punches me in the ribs and stomach. Kicking him away. I quickly regroup then attack him I end up breaking his arm and he punches my cheek braking my skin. Then dislocating my nose. I feel blood running down my nose and mouth. I smirk then jump rap my legs around his neck and bring hi to his knees. Then I win! I walk out and head back to my room and pop my nose back in place with and ugly crack. I clean up the blood and put an ice pack on my cheek when I get a knock on my door. Opening it up I see Jim and Eliot. Crap