An alpha with a mute mate.

Chapter eight

We reach our home and I get out without a word, I follow my father into the house with my head low. I don't even know if I have the right to wait for him to dismiss me or if I just have to get the fuck out his sight. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" Just but his tone my eyes start to water up.

"Huh?!" He roars "Who were those people who picked you up?!!" His tone is louder then anger . I don't know them. I sign and then feel a a heavy strike across my face that sends me backwards "Don't sign to me! You're not deaf! Use your voice!"

My father shoves me making me land on my ass and then I start to feel heavy blows from all direction, at this point I wouldn't be surprised if I actually lost my voice. Form all the screaming I've done in my day. I'm not even sure to what speaking sounds like today, I do have conversations with myself but it's mostly in my head.

When he stops hitting me I take a chance to breath a little only to get dragged by my hair, I grab onto his hand to trying to release some pain but it doesn't really help. He drags my sobbing ass to the kitchen and then lets go of me, I try sitting up but my hands give away and I almost land face first.

"Tell me who they are!" He shouts throwing a glass at me, I duck just about missing it as it shatters right by my head "Is it your boyfriend? Do you have friends?!!" He throws another glass aiming at me and I hide my face as it shatters on my back. It feels like I just had a rock thrown at me and I take my chance trying to squirm away.

I whimper in pain as the world freezes around me for a second, I look up to see my father towering over me and then he reached down and attempt to take my hoodie off. Now I start fighting, well trying too anyways. I push, shove, turn my way into trying to escape but nothing happens, my father strikes me in the stomach making me loose air then successfully take my hoodie of.

I quickly go to cover my breast by hugging my upper body, my father has never made the effort into buying my a bra so I'm always in a vest under my hoodies but yesterday all my vets were either bloody or dirty. My upper half is completely nude. "I'm not going to rape you idiot!" He marches away "Who the hell would do that willingly?"

I hiccup trying to catch my breath and struggle to get up, my whole body feels sore like I did a work out or something. Must be yesterday's running. I finally get on my ass and reach out for my hoodie but a glass come flying my way kissing my back and making me scream as it shatters, my voice breaks which is very much understandable since I don't use it often.

My sobs get louder only cause another cup flying my way, the glass shatters cutting into my arms and sides. When the hell did he get all these cups?

I start to crawl away not caring about hiding my boobs anymore, the next one I get the opportunity to duck but the one that comes right after knocks me out cold. I didn't even see it coming, I don't even remember knocking out.

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I feel half my face slammed on the cold kitchen floor, my eyes open up slightly seeing glass sit right next to me. I can feel my bottom lip start to tremble just thinking about earlier as I try sitting up, I look down to see I'm still half naked and reach out to grab my hoodie. The pain that radiates throughout my body form just one move is unbearable as I gasp it with my finger tips and put it on.

Getting up was the hardest part, I know damn well my dad won't let me go to school tomorrow so I just start to clean up liberating myself a few tasks. When I finish I realize that it's only 11:02 meaning it's not even lunch time at school yet, must have been out for a few hours.

I take my self upstairs wincing through the pain as I do, I stop at the top of the stairs and look at my fathers room door. It's open. Like wide open. It's never open meaning he must be around, I quickly rush to my room and turn to close my door just to see I no longer have a door. What the- I rush to my bathroom door to see the same thing, he took my doors off!

Who the hell does that? The fact that I have a curtain in my bathroom reassures me a little and I take the coldest shower yet my wounds still sting, I take it upon myself to wear a shirt under my hoodie which I never do because I don't even have a wide variety of clothes. At this point I have no choice.

When I'm dressed I leave going back into the corridor, I haven't heard a word form my fathers room. My feet start to go in the direction and I stop at the doorframe, at least he still has a door. I knock really hard in order I be heard but nothing comes out not even an annoyed "Yes." absolutely nothing.