Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 48 - Background Check

*Emily's POV*

My mother kicked my tummy again, and tears streamed down my cheeks. I didn't make a sound since I didn't want my mum to know I was in pain. "You little shirt, dinner was revolting," she snarled, kicking me again.

I hate everyone. Currently, I'm being beaten because the dinner wasn't nice.

"When you meet him, your mate will reject you," she smirks, kicking me one more before walking away. As I grabbed my wounded stomach, tears streamed down my cheeks. As I ascended the stairwell to my cell-like chamber, I relied on the handrails for support. It was painted grey, with silver bars around the windows, and was rather tiny. It just had one light bulb, which didn't function anyhow, so I had to rely on the light from the window. The door was made of bars, and the section that opened closed, and locked was made of silver, so my palm was covered with blisters. My parents forced me to work to support myself because they never gave/did anything for me, but I didn't mind.

I opened the door wincing as the silver burnt my hand. I sat down on my thin mattress which I bought by myself. I grabbed my first aid box and helped myself, I learned from when I once worked at the hospital until they found a better person. I don't blame them, I'm not really fit for working at a hospital.

After I had cleaned up my injuries. I began working on the homework for the pack. My sole source of knowledge was heavy textbooks and, on rare occasions, my lid open phones, assuming they hadn't been damaged and I hadn't had to buy a new one. Because the pack homework was completed quickly, I was able to sleep before needing to clean up. The ladies at the pack never performed any work; all they did was present my work as their own, and if it wasn't up to par, I got the beat-up, even though they presented it. Isn't that sick? My life was excellent until I was six years old, and I have no idea what I did afterward. My life was such a mess that I turned on my bed and started weeping.

The night was approaching, and I needed to clean while the pack slept. Before descending the stairs, I gathered all of my might. The steps creaked sometimes so if I wasn't careful anyone that heard will beat me. I packed the plates and washed them, before placing them away. I mopped the floor and swept dusting everywhere. I went out and bought more groceries with the little money I had. Sometimes they gave me money to buy stuff, but that happened once every two months, and werewolves cat a lot. The people at the grocery store sometimes allowed me to take things for free, when couldn't pay because they would cat out of it.