Jasper's POV
I whimpered as the sharp ends of my ribs stabbed my lungs. With every breath, they injured my lungs further. It was agonizing, but I had chores to finish. I slowly hobbled towards the kitchen, having to make dinner quickly.
On the way there, I had to take several breaks, leaning against the wall for support as my body shook from the pain. I blinked back tears, knowing I would get beat for crying.
Finally making it to the kitchen, I made something simple, spaghetti and meatballs, with shrimp and a side of salad and breadsticks. It was easy and simple to make a big batch of and I was in no condition to make anything else.
As I exited the Kitchen, the pack walked in and shoved me out of their way. I ended up landing on my wrist, spraining it. I had to fall onto my side, pushing my ribs deeper into my lungs to get off my now throbbing wrist. A small whimper escaped despite my best attempt to keep quiet.
"On shut up! No one wants to hear your pathetic cries. Get out of here you worthless shit!" screamed Alpha Gorman.
Whimpering in response, I tried to stand, falling weakly to my knees. I was in no condition to walk, let alone stand.
Grabbing me roughly by the collar, Alpha Gorman threw me into the wall, screaming in my face. The ringing in my head was unbearable and I couldn't make out a word he was saying. I may have even had a concussion at this point.
Alpha was so mad at this point, that he threw me back into my room and laughed as I tumbled down the stairs, before sliding across the floor. I could feel my ribs puncture my lungs further, and it became hard to breathe. As He slammed and locked the door, tears began to flow freely. This did not help my lungs, as it caused me more pain. Trying to slow my breathing, I could feel one of my lungs collapse. Dragging myself to my bed, I lay there struggling to breathe and hoping that this time they would find me dead. Then I could finally be free.