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Chapter 1 ~ The change

It was the morning of my 15th birthday. Even though it was my birthday, today was just like any other Saturday. My mum was busy at work and I actually had no idea where my father was. I was in the kitchen getting my breakfast when I heard the front door open and slam shut after a few seconds. It was probably just my father so I thought nothing of it. I had finished getting my breakfast and was about to make my way to my room when my father and some of his friends came into the kitchen. My nose wrinkled up as I could smell the alcohol on them. Great, they had been drinking and now I would have to spend all day in my room just to avoid them. I went to move but he stopped me by grabbing my arm. I jumped about a mile high and my bowl fell from my hands. It hit the floor and the only thing that could be heard was the shattering of glass and liquid spilling out over the floor.

 

I stared at my father as fear started to pump through my veins. I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. It was like I was a piece of meat. He looked me up and down slowly and it made me shiver. I swear, it was like my skin was crawling and that is not a pleasant feeling.

 

He went to touch my cheek but I leant back. The next thing I knew, his hand was connecting with my face and I had fallen to the ground. Each of his friends grabbed one of my arms and pulled me up from the floor. My father took a step forward and slammed me down on the table. He got up on the table and sat on my stomach so that I couldn’t move. Even with his friends holding my arms and his body preventing me from moving, he still felt the need to grip my neck tightly to reinforce that I shouldn’t try anything.

 

He bent down close to my neck and breathed in deep through his nose.

“Fear, it smells good on you. It’s such a turn on,” he whispered.

He slightly loosened his grip on my neck and I pulled in some more air. I turned my face away and tried to hold back my tears. I never thought my father would do this to me again.

“Please daddy, you don’t have to do this again,” I cried.

My voice had come out shaky and small. I was terrified of what was going to happen next. All he did was look me up and down and chuckle. Before I knew what had happened, he had torn my shirt in half. I closed my eyes and a sob escaped me. Next went my bra. He started to slide his hands up my belly and to my breasts.

“Please stop! I will do anything you want,” I cried pleadingly.

“But darling,” he said softly as he pushed a stray hair out of my face, “this is what I want.”

I could feel the tears running down my face now. I couldn’t take this. It was already too much.

 

I struggled underneath him but seemed to accomplish nothing. As he ripped my shorts and panties off of my body, another sob escaped me. I tried once again to get free but it was useless. Shit! Shit! Shit! How could my own father do this to me? How could he do this not once, not twice but three times? Why didn’t I tell anyone when it first happened? Maybe it wouldn’t have happened again. When I could feel his cock against my folds, I snapped out of my thoughts. I went to go push him away but my fathers’ friends still had a tight grip on my arms. I was going to have some serious bruises after this. I tried to get away from him but that was not going to happen. I was going to be raped by my own father…again. My father chuckled at my attempt to get free.

“This is going to hurt. Well, you that is. You’re 15 and that means you are of age. After this you will be introduced to the pack. The alpha will be so happy to hear the news.”

What was he talking about? Pack? Of age? I could barely think anymore. I kept struggling and struggling but he was coming closer and closer to penetrating me. I couldn’t let this happen…not again. Anger soon started to fill my body. It just kept rising and rising. I couldn’t do it anymore. I just couldn’t fight it. I let go and the anger consumed me. All I could feel was numb but it was a pleasant numbness. Everything seemed to turn black for a few seconds until all I could feel was immense pain. Where did the numbness go? Why does it feel like my body is trying to rip itself apart? My body kept contorting this way and that, all the time feeling like it was breaking countless bones. My body finally stopped hurting and I could faintly hear a gasp.

 

I opened my eyes and everything seemed different. It all seemed clearer. My arms were no longer held down and my father was no longer on top of me. I was also no longer on the table, but on the floor. Looking around the room, I discovered my father and his friends cowering in the corner. Suddenly, all I could see was red and I felt absolute rage towards them. They would pay for what they had done to me. I leapt towards them slashing and biting until the screaming stopped. When I was finally done, I froze deep in thought. Slashing? Biting? I ran upstairs and into my room. I stood in front of my floor length mirror and what I saw next scared me to death.

 

What was I? I looked like a tiger…how did this happen? I must be dreaming. Yes dreaming, that’s it. I tried pinching myself but found it impossible since I had paws and claws instead of hands. I paced the length of my room trying to figure out what was happening. I retraced my steps starting at the beginning of the day. I had gotten up and went down stairs to get my breakfast. That’s when my father had come home drunk with his friends…shit…this wasn’t a dream…this was real.   What the hell was happening to me? Alright, I had to calm down. How did this happen in the first place? One second my father was about to rape me again and the next thing I knew I was tearing him and his friends to pieces. What happened in between? I…I gave in…I gave in to the anger…I let it consume me. Maybe…just maybe the key to changing back was to calm down. Well it’s worth a try. I sat still and calmed myself as best I could and let the anger go. I could feel it flowing out of me and my body relaxing. Suddenly, I was in immense pain again and it felt like my body was tearing itself to pieces but after a few seconds it stopped.

 

Slowly opening my eyes and standing, I realised that I had changed back. Soon after though, I realised I was naked and covered in blood. What the hell just happened? It was all I could think about. I started to hyperventilate and shake. I had to breathe slowly. In through my nose and out through my mouth. Shit, my mum would be home soon and I can’t be here when she does. I forced myself to move and get in the shower. As soon as the warm water hit my skin, I started to scrub myself. After showering and getting changed, I grabbed my backpack. I stuffed clothes, water and food into it. Pushing my bed to the side, I lifted the floorboard where I hid stuff and put all my money in my back pack. I would have to hurry before anyone gets here. I got my bag and took one last look around my room before running down the stairs and out the door. I ran and never looked back.

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