Tasting 247
Tasting
247âHer Threats
Nora:
âItâs only the beginning. Youâll get it worse; itâs going to get worse,â Natalya said, startling me so
much that I jumped and stepped as far away from her as possible.
âAwe! Did I scare you?â she pouted, clicking her tongue at how shaken up I seemed by her
rrival.
âWhy? Why are you doing this to me?â I asked in a whisper, trying not to upset or anger her.
âBecause you were enjoying this life and making sure none of the others could get a piece of
happiness. You were protecting these brothers as if they were all yours. I guess it was about time
you lost. what doesnât belong to you,â she shrugged.
âI wasnât doing any of that. Please, just stop,â I hated that I had become so weak that I had to beg
her, of all people in the pack, to have mercy on me. I used to think no harm would come my way as
long as I stayed here with the brothers on my side. I guess I was wrong.
âWell, youâre going to be surprised,â she smirked and then stepped away top sit in the living room
with Lod Atwood.
Flashback:
My hands trembled as I was struck on the back of my head once again.
âGive her the belt!â my father ordered, allowing my brother to take control of this grim task.
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âReally? You want me to do it?â The excitement in my brotherâs voice sent a shiver through my
heart. I had always known deep down that my brother would never be my protector. He had
consistently found ways to get me into trouble.
Even when he knew my minor mistakes would anger our father, he would push me into making
them. And today, my father was opening another door to hell for me.
He was initiating a new era of torment where my brother would now be the one to strike me, taking
out his frustrations on me.
My brother eagerly grabbed the belt from my fatherâs hand, and as soon as he raised it, I heard a
terrifying whooshing sound followed by the scent of freshly wounded skin. But it didnât hit me.
I quickly turned to see my mother standing over me, taking the blow meant for me.
âGet out of here! Youâre ruining all the fun,â my father snarled, seizing my motherâs arm and
dragging her to the side. My brother now came into view, and he didnât look pleased.
In fact, he seemed confused. His eyes shifted from the belt to our mother, who was held back by our
father.
âDo it!â my father shouted at him.
âItâs because of you that I raised a hand at my own mother!â my brother screamed at the top of his
lungs, raising the belt and striking me hard in the stomach. Then he continued to hit me
indiscriminately, crying loudly about the fact that he had accidentally hurt our mother.
It was the first time I had ever heard him express love for our mother. He wanted to be the perfect
son for her. But why not for me? Why
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couldnât he show the same care towards his own sister?
Why did he always look for ways to cause me pain?
Why couldnât he be a protective brother to me? I eventually lost consciousness and woke to the
whisper of my mother in my ear.
âRun! Find a way to escape from them.â
End Of Flashback
I couldnât help but think of Natalya and my brother as being the same. She had just threatened to
ruin my life even more than she already had. I sighed, trying to calm my breathing as I walked into
the living room, but I didnât sit down. Thatâs when Silas burst in, holding a phone in his hand.
âDad! Nash caught the whistler again!â he shouted, trying to grab the attention of his father and
brothers.
I smiled, relieved that at least this might ease some of the packâs tension. Natalya looked a bit down
because now that the whistler had been caught, all attention would shift back to him.
âReally? How and where did he catch him?â Lord Atwood hadnât smiled so widely in a long time, so I
was happy for him.
However, there was a part of me that was worried about something. How convenient that the
whistler was caught just a few days before. Miaâs case was shut and closed.
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