I am Bella Carter, a member of the Crescent pack, obviously an orphan. I was adopted by a single mother who later died with her child, and after that, I have been working as a house help with one of the Pack's members.
I was always beaten, and tortured by anyone who felt the need to inflict on me whatever they wanted. It was tormenting living with this type of people who felt it right to inflict torture on their members rather than protect them.
I was a loner, which was the reason people took advantage of me. I was also virtually the weakest in the pack.
My wolf had tried communicating with me, telling me to fight back, but I wouldn't listen, so I guess, she was angry with me that we lost communication.
When my adopted mother was alive, life was rosy for me but after her death, everything changed. People called me names, they told me that I was cursed, that I killed my parents, my adopted mother, and my child.
In the house I worked, I wasn't allowed to touch some items.
The woman of the house was nice but couldn't allow me to touch anything without her husband consenting to it.
I was given the name Carter by my adopted mother while the name Isabella was found on the necklace my adopted mother saw worn on me.
The woman of the house was kind to me, but I feared that one day she was going to change completely towards me. It was all because of her I had a place to sleep in. Left for her husband, I should leave to the street after taking care of his house, but the woman told me to stay in their little house outside the one they lived in.
I could see the fear in her eyes whenever her husband looked at her after he scolded me.
After some while, the woman also died leaving her husband and children alone.
"You are cursed." He always told me.
He instructed me not to stop my duty in the house unless I wanted to see his brutal side. I agreed to this in fear.
He reminded me anytime I came to his house of how his wife accepted me and how she died. I saw how brutal he was when he began punishing me, his friends punished me and I was made to parade the street in the night.
"You have ten minutes to get this." He would say in the night, waking me up, and I had no choice but to get it within ten minutes unless I would be beaten brutally.
His children, both younger and older than me mocked me.
I was always punished for the slightest mistake.
I was made to clean the entire rooms in the house. The house was large, and some of his friends lived there. It had over twelve rooms, but no one dared force themselves on me as they feared death.
I didn't complain as I believed that I was at fault. Maybe, my presence murdered anyone who showed me mercy. I will keep accepting their punishments until I die.