It felt so good to just cry. Curled up on the forest floor. It might've been ten minutes that she just cried. That's before, of course, someone pulls her up by her hair. "Hey little pup." A voice growls in her ear.

Lena knows that voice, that voice belongs to Fred, a beta who was bitten when her brother was eleven. He seems to really like beating on her for some reason. "So, whatcha cryin' for? Did you miss me?" Fred asks, yanking Lena's hair back, forcing her to bear her throat to him. A sign of submission.

"Get off of me!" Lena exlaims, struggling. But Fred bites down on Lena's neck. Hard. A warning. Lena goes stark still, her eyes wide. Too close to her throat. Tooclosetooclosetooclose. Her wolf is howling at her to just to kneel to the higher ranking beta and take what he wants to give. Because obviously she did something bad. Her human knows she did nothing wrong. Even if she did, the puishment for that would only be a broken arm, not a total beating.

Fred pushes her, and she rolls down a hill. She doesn't even have time to wonder when that hill was placed there, before claws rip through her stomach and she howls in pain. She's being kicked, and clawed, and bitten, and punched. Until he's bleeding out of everyplace you can imagine, and about half of her bones are broken. She's a whining mess of hurt.

Fred laughs, and kicks her right in the chest. Lena yelps and rolls onto her back, Fred puts his foot right on her windpipe and puts some weight on it. Lena struggles, she can't breathe! She needs to breathe! He needs to get off! Finally, he takes off his foot, and Lena gasps for breath, all while thanking God that he didn't kill her.

"See ya tommorow little pup." Fred says, laughing evily. Then he leaves, without a second glance at the broken and bleeding girl.

Once Fred's gone, Lena gets up and limps back up the hill to her bag. She grabs her phone to text Kyle:
Might take a little longer than I thought. Don't wait up.
She doesn't care how suspicious that text might look, her brother's an idiot. It'll be fine. She curls up, it'll take at least a few hours for her whole body to heal. She just hopes that Kyle doesn't come to find her.

***

"Len, Len wake up."
No, no, she doesn't wanna wake up. If she wakes up, she'll be hurting again. No. "No. Go away.'' Lena grumbles.
"Lena, come on."
She feels herself being lifted, and her eyes fly open. The first thing that she noticies is that she's totally healed, but the bloodstains on her clothes are still there. The next thing she notices is that her brother's the one who's holding her, her bag slung over his shoulder. Well shit. "Oh, hey Kyle," Lena says, even though she can feel her heart speeding up.
"What the hell happened?" Kyle asks, most likely referring to the blood all over her clothes.
"I just got into a fight, it's nothing to worry about." It wasn't technically a lie, after all, maybe she could get away with it.

Kyle's face shows that he doesn't really buy it, but his lack of words reveal that her heart didn't skip. Yay loopholes, Lena thinks.

***
When Kyle gets her home, he deposits her on her bed, and sits on it next to her. "Care to tell me what really happened?" He asks.
"I told you already! I got into a fight!" Lena exlaims, flailing.
"Oh, yeah. Sure. Totally. I believe you, don't worry." Kyle says sarcastically.
"Oh my god!" Lena exlams, covering her face with her arms, "Just get out.''

Why does life hate her?