His Lost Lycan Luna (Jessica Hall)
Chapter 2

Read His Lost Lycan Luna by Jessica Hall Chapter 2 — Mrs. Daley liked to show off her handy work,which would make us look worse when we have to see the Alpha. Abbie untucks her white blousefrom her skirt, shrugging it off, leaving her in just her thin bra before grabbing the top bunk withher hands, her nails biting into the wood. I turn my gaze away before hearing the swish of the canethrough the air. Flinching each time it comes down on her back, but Abbie knows better than tomake a sound; it would be worse if she did.

“Two for each room.”

I s¥****y the bile that rises in my throat, Abbie goes to say something, but I give a shake of myhead, I know she was going to say half of them were hers, but no point in both of us being unableto stand properly.

“Hurry up; I haven't got all day. The king will be here soon; you better pray he leaves a gooddonation because if by some miracle the Alpha lets you live, I will k**I you myself,” she snaps.Abbie’s eyes well with tears as I pull my blouse off, taking the same position she did. I focus on theblue swirl pattern on the comforter on the bottom bunk. Only when she tosses her cane on themattress in front of me, do I blink back tears. The thin chainlike whip usually wrapped around thecane’s handle was gone.

Why did she hate me so much? I never understood, and I knew I was about to cop it; I never k****dher mate. I grit my teeth as the first blow streaks across my back, making my back arch, and I fightthe urge to scream, my mouth open in a silent scream.

“Stay still, or I will double it,” She snaps, and I clutch the bunks frame and grit my teeth, focusingback on the patterns on the comforter and trying to block it out. She doesn’t hold back. I could feeleach slice, feel the skin splitting further open where it was hit more than once, my blood sprayed onthe comforter on the backswing. The skin on my back was raised, and lowered could feel the trickleof blood run down it, feel the intense burning, my back carved to Mrs. Daley's liking.

Tears streamed down my face and fell off my chin onto my black flats and the black floorboards.Abbie whimpers behind me, and I know it is at the sight of my back. Yet I make no noise, fearing aworse punishment if I did.

Mrs. Daley takes a deep breath in like she was puffed out from dishing out the punishment. Ishuddered, my back burning violently, and I could feel the trickle of my warm blood run down myback.

“Now clean yourselves up; I am being lenient today, had the lunches already prepared, you girls maytake your leave now, Abbie, help her clean up before you see the Alpha,” Mrs. Daley says. I wascringing as I turned to face her.

“Thank you, Mrs. Daley,” Abbie and I whisper. My voice trembled as I tried to stand straighter. Mrs.Daley flicks her hair that escaped her bun back and pushes her round glasses up her nose beforesnatching her cane off the bed and rewrapping her whip around the handle.

“Well, you girls have made me all frazzled; I better clean myself up,” She says like we had done her amisdeed. I watch as she leaves the room before collapsing onto the bottom bunk. The movementcaused me to wince. Abbie comes rushing over, examining my back, careful not to touch the angryred lines split open and now brand it.

“I will be back; I will clean it up,” She says, her teary eyes looking down at me. I glance at the clockon the wall.

“We haven't got time,” I was about to pull my blouse on, but she ignored me, rushing from theroom before returning with some wet cloth and a bandage.

"We really haven't got time,” I tell her, grabbing her hands as she steps closer. Her green eyes holdmine, and she smiles sadly.

“We were good as d**d anyway; what does it matter if we are late to our own f*****I2” She says, andI feel a lump forming in my throat. I tried to s*****w it down, but she was right. It was rare the Alphalet any of the rogues live once they hit adulthood, those that did, wish for d***h. I nod my head; wewere going to d*e anyway. What does it matter if we are late?

I let her shaking hands go and turn slightly. I hiss as she drapes the cloth doused in herbs on myback; she leaves them there before unrolling the bandage. I hold onto the material tips covering myshoulders while she wraps the bandages around my torso. The dressing is not long enough to dothe top half of my back, but the cloth sticks anyway to the drying blood, keeping it covered as myblood seeped into it and held it in place. She ties it off when she is done to hold it in place, and I letmy arms fall. My b*****s shoved up my chest from the bandages lifting my bra higher.

Abbie grabbed my blouse, helping me slide my arms in; the wet cloth was cold on my back butsoothing the burning feeling from the cuts that now littered my back with the rest of my scars. I dabAbbie’s with a wet cloth to clean them, but hers only puckered the skin, making it look angry andraw, but thankfully she wasn't bleeding. She pulls her blouse on before turning to face me. A sadlook on her face as tears welled in her eyes. This was it. There was no escaping it.

“I can ask for another day, the hag-" I shake my head in a silent plea for her to remain quiet and notspeak out against the headmistress.

Abbie would be punished again if she did, and I was fine to endure the pain, and there was alwayssomeone lurking around and listening, looking for an opportunity to get us in trouble. She goes tosay something before closing her mouth and nodding.

She grabs my hand, giving it a soft squeeze. I squeeze hers back but don't let go as we walk out ofthe bedroom. We walk up the long corridors passing each room. This would be the last time wewalked these halls, the last time we saw the little faces we helped clean and the little hands we held.The corridors were silent as we walked them before taking the spiral staircase to the floor below.The slate floors were cold, and I could feel the cold seeping into the thin soles of my shoes. Mrs.Daley said she wouldn't waste money on girls on d***h row, so both our shoes were holey. The soleswe had to make from bits of cardboard to fill the holes on the bottom of our flats.

I walked out and into the corridor leading to the front door when Abbie looked at me.

“Let's go home,” She whispers. She didn't mean our real home; she meant freedom, freedom of thislife, the sort of freedom that comes with d***h and setting one’s tortured soul free.

I pushed on the double doors; kids played out the front on the run-down play equipment throughthe glass. Abbie and I step out into the bite of the fresh air. It was cold and overcast today, theclouds hiding the sun making it gloomy, exactly how I felt.

Kids all stopped rushing over, grabbing and reaching for us, wanting us to play. We lingered a bit,enjoying seeing them one last time and saying goodbye to them when a car pulled up and parkedon the curb. It was sleek and black; the windows tinted so darkly you couldn't see who was in it.