Avals POV.
The stairs were slippery and sticky as if someone had intentionally slipped hot pepper sauce on the whole stairs.
With my head nudged upwards I looked at the stairs, my fist clenched In anger as the beads of sweat that formed on my face dropped freely onto the tiled floor at the base of the stairs.
My eyelids are flickering shut, I pulled out my shaky hands from the cold freezing bucket.
The rag falls freely to the ground causing water to splash all over my face as my eyes shut involuntarily.
I sat on the edge of the stairs, my head resting on my knees as tears fell freely down my cheeks.
With my left hand, I tried rubbing my back which still hurts from the lashes my father gave me earlier today.
I could touch and count the segments of my spinal cord.
My stomach makes a rumbling sound due to starvation, the last time I ate in this house was 3 days ago.
The thought of knowing that all this is happening to me in my father's pack house sends shivers up and down my spine.
Lifting my head, I plunged my wet hands into my dishevelled hair.
I looked back and my drowsy eyes met the long stairs that I had earlier mopped this morning, all messed up with ketchup and tomato sauce.
Looking at the clock it was 2.30 pm in the middle of the night.
The windows clatter, paving the way for the cold freezing wind to make its way towards me, almost freezing me to death, as my pale body shakes convulsively.
The last time I disobeyed an order from Frederick Edward, my life went from the frying pan to the furnace.
With my body still shaking I moved my weak bony hands up and touched my face, caressing it as I felt the scar he left on my face.
He had seared my cheeks with a red hot knife laced with wolfsbane.
The thought alone sends trepidation all over my weak body.
My shaky legs couldn't carry me as I made a futile attempt to stand, I fell and poured away the water inside the bucket.
"Dang it."
Now I have to step out into the freezing cold to get water to finish mopping the stairs before 5:00 a.m.
My drowsy eyes met the clock, immediately I jumped up in trepidation as I realized I had just 50 minutes to complete a work that took me 3 hours to complete earlier.
I managed to yank the bucket up, with a flashlight I made my way to the back of the pack house to get water.
The cold breeze outside was freezing me to death as my unkempt hair flickers into the wind.
With the last strength I had, I yanked the bucket, Inner corners of my eyebrows raised, my eyelids loose, my lip corners pulled down, as I unenergetically pulled my lifeless body back to the pack house.
Reaching the door, I grabbed hold of the doorknob and upon entering the anteroom, it dawned on me that I was actually to be blamed for this particular pain I am undergoing now.
I remembered not locking the door of my room.
That was what allowed the guard to enter my room and send me on this hectic errand in the middle of the night.
I dropped down the bucket angrily which let out a deafening sound.
Picking up the rag, I slowly knelt at the base of the stairs as the middle section of my body was hurting.
Lowering my eyebrows, I squeezed my eyes, wrinkling my nose, I sluggishly dipped my wobbling hand into the bucket of cold freezing water.
I made my way up the stairs wiping everything except the tears that flowed down my eyes uncontrollably onto the staircase.
As I made my way up the stairs slowly wiping the ketchup and tomato sauce, my left hand hit an uncleaned spot, particles of the hot pepper sauce made it's way into my drowsy eyes.
The headache I was having increased as I scrubbed my eyes in an attempt to relieve the pain, but all my efforts proved futile.
Just then, with my other eye still open as tears welled down my cheeks uncontrollably, I saw a guard walk down the stairs.
On seeing me in pain his face curled into a smile as if he was the one who messed up the stairs to get me into trouble.
I stretched out my bony wobbly hands towards him, with tears welling down my cheeks, I could barely speak as pain from the hot pepper sauce was somehow affecting my throat for some reason.
"If I were you I would get up and finish this work before Alpha Zack wakes up."
He said, his voice laced with venom, his jaw clenched, he gazed at me with intense eye contact for 10 seconds.
Then, he made his way past me, dodging every part of the stairs I had wiped clean, leaving me helpless as I paced around the corner looking for the bucket of water.
With tears in my eyes, I squinted, barely seeing the clock, the time was now 4.30 pm.
I had to see my wolf's glowing eyes which were bluish-green, quite different from the other Werewolves to locate the bucket of water.
I was able to locate the bucket of water, not minding if the bucket contained detergent, I dipped my head into the bucket.
Grabbing the rag, I wiped my face hard and hurriedly cleaned the stairs.
My body was shaking and malnourished due to lack of good food and sleep, and I had no strength in me to even lift the rag.
But the thought of receiving another punishment from Frederick Edward sends jolts of fear up and down my spine.
Who knows he might actually order the guards to bathe me with wolfsbane in front of the whole pack.
With my eyes still drowsy, lips pulled down in sadness I mopped each stairs as fast as I could.
I tried to picture my mom, all I could imagine of her was a picture of me in a hospital.
"You are still doing this little chore, you demon."
His voice shocked me as I shuddered back in fear, almost falling off the stairs.
My hand hit the bucket and it fell off the stairs, causing water to splash all over the stairs.
With my jaw dropped, my eyebrows pulled up as I looked into the face of Frederick Edward.
His face was impassive, his skin reddening as anger seethed all over him.
I could feel the anger reeking all over him as his fist clenched. He walked towards me slowly like a lion waiting to pounce on its prey.
I knelt in fear as my eyebrows furrowed up, tears were already welling in my eyes.
"Am sor…"
I couldn't complete those words as I was interrupted by a heavy slap that sent me rolling like a log of wood down to the base of the stairs.
Tears didn't drop surprisingly as I was already the beating, but he wasn't done yet.
My fall was broken by the feet of a guard at the base of the stairs.
His face was expressionless as he gazed down at me in disgust.
"You shouldn't have gotten him angry this morning," he said as he held me up.
Before I could turn to face forward, I got a blow straight to my stomach, which sent me off and landed me on the wall.
The wall gave a crack behind me as a portrait of Alpha Zack fell and shattered on the floor.
I held my stomach tightly, finding it extremely hard to breathe from the wincing pain.
I looked at him, my fist clenched as anger boiled up inside of me, my fingers slowly metamorphosing into sharp claws.
At the thought of what Alpha Zack Edward would do to me if he ever heard that I dared to attack the next Alpha, I fell on my knees, as my claws retracted back.
With tears welling in my eyes I pleaded for mercy but it was as if I was pouring water on a hard rock.
This time he sped towards me, and before I could dodge, he held my already aching head and gave me a head boot which sent spits flying out of my mouth as I landed on an old cupboard.
I managed to climb out of the cupboard, screeching as I held my hurting stomach, my head and my back had deep cuts from me crashing into the cupboard.
Slowly I crawled out of the cupboard wreckage, coughing, as my heart was throbbing faster.
I swallowed a lump that had formed in my mouth, I coughed into my hands only to see clots of blood, but he wasn't done with me yet.
I knelt with my mouth stretched, as my wobbly and pale body shook convulsively.
Beads of sweat fell freely on the floor, my gaze fell on the guards who were all busy laughing and making scornful faces at me.
Everyone in the Blue Moon pack hates me.
My eyebrows pulled up, my eyelids loose in sadness, the cold breeze coming in from the open door behind me flickers my unkempt hair all over my face.
I squinted and saw Frederick Edward walking towards me, his claws as sharp as a surgeon's scalpel, poised to cut through anything in their path with precision and finesse.
Finally, It's over.
I saw the lecherous look in his eyes, his fist clenched as he approached me to deliver the final blow that would take me out of this life of misery.
"Don't do it"
"You can't kill her, she still has royal blood running in her veins."
The voice was vehement, causing me to open my saggy eyes, squinting in the direction of the voice.
I couldn't believe who I saw standing behind him.
By now you would be wondering who am I and why is my life so miserable.
My name is Aval Edward.
This is my story…