The Wolf Without a Name

"Get up you son of a bitch!" I heard someone shouted.

I open my eyes and there I saw the person opening the small square door, above me creating a loud sound.

"Come girl," she called me.

That was my name. A name given to me by Phyllis, my grandma. The person who had place me within this cell as my punishment, ever since I could remember. I don't remember, ever going outside, nor remember how it looked. I can only recollect seeing the light from outside, peeking through the crack walls of the cell.

I held on to each side of my discolored, white, frilly dress and slowly walked up to the small door looking up.

"Come, take this food from me," she said to me angrily; while she pushed the plate of food through the door above me.

I quickly took it from her tipping on my toes, reaching for it; not wanting to cause any trouble, and went over to the cold, concrete wall to sit placing the plate on my lap.

She watched me from above, of every step I'd made. Terrified of her, I slowly ate the bread and stew chicken.

"It pains me everyday to feed you, handicap; knowing you were born into this world of rape," she said, scornfully.

"Why is it you have to be the one to live and my beautiful daughter dead?" she again inquired me angrily.

I place down the bread within the white, plastic plate, beside me not wanting to eat anymore, losing my appetite to her harsh words.

"You better not waste that fucking food, I worked hard for," she warned me.

I quickly took up a piece of the chicken and again started to eat, terrified of her.

I glimpsed at her and saw she was still staring at me; with great disgust.

"You're born within this world to rob people of their happiness; just like your evil father did to my daughter," she described me. Slamming the cell door, angrily.

I lower my head within my lap and started to cry. Knowing why she had locked me within this cell.

I was a child born of rape and too a murderer.

I killed my mom while she gave birth to me and for that, I'm punished everyday.

A bucket filled with water was thrown against me. I quickly got up from the bare concrete floor; wiping away the water from my face trying to see clearly who it was. It was Phyllis; my grandmother.

I wasn't allowed to call her grandma. I was only allowed to call her by her name.

"Do you think I threw you down here, so you can sleep all day and eat my food?" Phyllis shouted at me.

Phyllis was within her 50's. She didn't look her age. She looked within her 30's and was very fit.

She had short gray hair and was short and fat.

I huddled up against the wall, scared. As she questioned me; while my long, thick, curly, red hair dripped with water. And too my washed-out, blue dress she gave me.

"Answer me, when I'm speaking to you?!" she shouted at me.

"No," I answered her, while my body trembled nervously.

"Take this!" she shouted at me.

I quickly went towards her and took the plastic plate with fried egg and bread.

"Well what are you waiting for?" she asked me.

"I have lots of dirty clothes that need to be clean and they're not going to clean themselves."

I quickly devour half of my breakfast and followed her climbing up a leather; leaving the cell.

I only left the cell in the washing room above me; to do laundry.

I wasn't allowed to go outside. I can't remember being outside. I've only seen the lights through the cracks of the wall of my cell.

"Come on, start getting these clothes clean," Phyllis rushed me.

I went over to the large baskets filled with dirty clothes and started to clean.

I quickly separated the colored clothes from white clothes and washed them separately.

Phyllis closed the laundry door; before she left me all alone.

She thinks I'll runoff, but where would I go? I knew no one, but her.

How I hope one day she will allow me to go outside. I was dying to see how it looked and to meet others my age.

I've tried begging her once on my seventeen birthday, but it didn't end well. It only left me with scars. scars I'll forever remember whenever I touched my back.

I've washed all of the clothes and started to place them within the dryer. As soon as they were dry. I folded them and place them within the basket.

I heard footsteps coming towards the laundry room. I quickly completed my job and stood; waiting for the door to open. Knowing it was Phyllis checking to see if I had completed my chores.

Soon the door was open and shut behind her. Preventing me from running away even if I try.

Her dark brown eyes, examine my work; until it met mine.

"You can return to the cell," she instructed me.

"You'll receive dinner within a minute," she said.

I did as I was told entering my cell and watched her as she closed the small square door above me.

I hated being here. I wanted to go outside to see the world. but, she won't let me.

I didn't want to die within this cell.

I cried.

My cell had a small bathroom I could take a bath in. I walked into the bathroom taking off my clothes and started to take a bath.

Completing my bath I dried my body and put on a white T-shirt and washout blue jeans returning to the room of my cell.

"Miss Phyllis," I heard a male voice called from outside.

I ran over to the wall pressing my ear against it trying to hear what he wanted.

It was the only thing I could do without her knowing.

"Yes Josh,'' I heard her answered him.

"There's a storm coming tonight, staying here will not be safe, You need to come and stay at the alpha's third house with the others," he told her.

"I'm happy you're looking out for me, but this house can protect us from the storm," she answered him.

"Us?" I heard the male outside inquired her.

"I'm sorry, Phyllis laughed. I'm so used to living with my husband I forget I was all alone."

I widen my eyes hearing her said that.

Doesn't anyone know I'm here with her? I question myself.

I wanted to scream in letting the male knew she was not alone and I would be free from here, I thought.

But, what if he does find outs she had been keeping me for years within her cell, would he take care of me? for I knew nothing about this world nor what to expect. Shouting for help; wouldn't help me.

"Oh," I heard the man voice.

"Well, you need to leave now," he told her.

"I'm good," Phyllis said.

"Well the alpha is sending out men to the elders whether they like it or not and they could be here any minute," he said while he said his goodbyes to her.

"Alpha," I said softly.

I had no idea about an alpha.

I sigh heavily and sat against the ground, sadly. Being kept within this place is only robbing me from knowing what it is of this world.

I detested it. It was the only feeling I could feel right now for I will never see outside.

My cell door opened. I got up quickly.

Phyllis climbed within the cell. She stared at me as if she was lost and confused not knowing what to do.

She ran her hand through her gray hair, worriedly.

"What I'm I going to do now?" she said.

She turned to me and shouted.

"I hate you!" she said.

I pushed myself to the concrete wall scared.

Was the storm causing her to behave in such a way, I thought.

"No it won't work, they'll still find out," she said while she holds her head.

Was she planning on leaving me here, I again thought.

She walked towards me and pulled me by my shirt.

"I'm going to make you come upstairs and I want you to act normal when the alpha or his men comes or I'll kill you," she warned me and pushed me into the wall. allowing me to hit my head hard.

I hold the back of my head in pain and answered her.

"This storm is ruining everything," she cursed.

"Come girl," she called me; while I followed her.

I followed her exiting my cell into the laundry room. Soon the laundry door was open.

I could feel my heart beating within my chest clueless about what was happening.

Was she carrying me outside, because of the storm, or was she afraid of the alpha; I thought. As she spins the lock on the door opened.

I widen my eyes.

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"Come on," Phyllis shouted at me.

I took one step first then another; moving slowly.

Phyllis grabbed me by the hand and pulled me outside of the laundry room; until I was within the kitchen.

She heard a knock at the door.

"Stay here," She told me before she leaves.

I stood still obeying her. I looked around the kitchen taking notice of everything around me.

I quickly turned my head towards the window; next to me, disappoint, I was unable to see outside. The thick dark curtain blocked out everything.

I heard Phyllis opened the door.

"Good evening, Ms. Phyllis," I heard a man with a rough voice spoke to her.

Phyllis returned his greeting.

"The alpha send us for you, because of the terrible storm heading towards us tonight and you as an elder. We have to protect you," he told her.

He wasn't alone, I thought.

"Let me get my things," Phyllis said.

I heard her footsteps quickly returning into the kitchen.

"Let me help you," I heard another voice. It was the same young man's voice who had visited Phyllis earlier.

"No," She stopped him.

Eager to finally see someone face other than my grandmother. I ran into the living room smiling and there I met him.

Phyllis was so frightened. It was as if she almost had a heart attack. She quickly grabbed me by my hand and drag me back into the kitchen.

She holds me by my throat and started to squeeze me.

"What did I tell you?" she said angrily.

I tried to speak, but I couldn't because of her tightly grasp. She pulled me by the hand back into the laundry room.

"No, no," I said softly. Not wanting to return within the dark.

"Is everything okay?" I heard a voice said.

Phyllis stopped. We both turned around and there I saw him again.

"Everything is fine, Josh," Phyllis informed him.

"Josh," I said softly, but it wasn't soft enough for him not to hear.

He smiled at me showing his beautiful white teeth; hearing me called his name.

"Shut up!" Phyllis shouted at me.

"I'm trying to control my handicap granddaughter. Is it a problem?" she inquired him.

Granddaughter, I thought.

It was the first I've heard her referred to me as her granddaughter.

I too was no handicap. She only wanted what she was doing to seem as if I was.

"No it isn't," he said; returning into the living room.

I stared at him while he left.

He was quite handsome. He has short dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. He was very tall, slender, and too looked strong.

Forgetting I wasn't alone in the kitchen; while I eyed him; leaving.

I turned my head to the side and jumped frighteningly.

"You're just like your stinking father, she said angrily. He eyed my daughter until he decides to rape her; now look at you with the alpha's nephew."

I lower my head in shame by her harsh words.

It was the first I had seen a man up so close that was one of the reasons I behave in such way.

"Look at you, she continued to scold me, harshly. You too have his red hair, green eyes. You look like your rapist father, which even makes it worst," she describes me.

My eyes became filled with tears; allowing it to streak down my cheeks.

Phyllis pushed me in the laundry room; against the wall. I pulled myself down to the floor, crying.

I quickly got up; as soon as I saw the silver knob turned.

The door opened slowly and there I saw him. I widen my eyes in surprise.

He was attired in a light blue shirt and a long dark pants.

"Are you alright?" he asked me, worried with his smooth, sweet voice.

I was so scared of being approached by someone else other than Phyllis.

I ran; hiding behind the washing machine. Lowering my head into my lap; hiding from him.

I heard the door closed. I was so happy he was no longer there. About to raise my head from my knee. I felt something stroke my hair. I slowly turned my face and there I met his dark brown eyes not too far away from me, but close too close. Allowing me to smell his breath against my face. His breath had a strange, but sweet scent giving me an urge wanting to taste whatever he was having.

I jumped up quickly; moving away towards the wall; scared of being alone with him.

"I promise I won't hurt you," he told me.

I huddled up against the wall; wanting him to leave; before Phyllis returns.

"Can you talk?" he inquired me.

"I won't hurt you," he again said.

I nodded; answering. Wanting him to leave now or I'll surely be in serious trouble.

He did not leave but stood there; staring at me with his dark brown mesmerizing eyes.

"I'm Josh Hernandez and I'm 23 and you?" he inquired me.

"18," I answered him softly.

A name I could not give him; for I had none nor did I want him to know what Phyllis called me.

"Wow, he said surprisingly. You have a beautiful voice, but can I have your name as well?" he asked me eagerly.

I stood still not answering him.

"Your name must be as sweet as your voice," he said wanting to know my name so badly.

I smiled.

His voice made me felt a strange feeling inside.

"Yes, that's what I want to see, on your beautiful face. Happiness, not sadness," he said. Cheering me up.

I was amazed at how he described me. Phyllis had never described me in such a way but was I for true?

"Beautiful?" I said to him.

"Yes, you are like a red rose," he described me.

I smiled at him, shyly; overwhelmed by his words.

I moved my right hand to my small round face; touching it. Wondering what he thought of me if it was true.

Not paying attention to him anymore.

I felt a strong warm hand against my right hand. I raised my head. Staring at him; as he now stood close to me.

He moved his hand from my hand and gently ran his hand to my left cheek.

"You are indeed beautiful," he again described me.

I smiled.

He was different. He was kind and sweet. He didn't choose to describe me harshly as Phyllis did. He was everything I expect the world outside of my cell would be; filled with love and not pain. I was now excited to meet more like him.

He removed his hand from my cheek and inquired me again.

"So aren't you going to tell me your name, beautiful?" he said.

"Name?" I repeated. Not having any name to give him.

I lower my head; Not knowing what to say. I wanted to lie to him in making up a name, but I didn't want to. If I do I would be letting him down.

"Your sweet voice his tempted to make me kiss you," he said.

"Kiss?" I again repeated. Clueless about what he was talking about.

I was eager to know what it was and inquired him.

"What his kiss?" I asked him.

"Really," he said; while he stared at me, surprisingly.

I lower my head; feeling ashamed.

"No, no," he said; trying to cheer me up.

"I'm sorry for how I react to your question. It's just I'm surprised a beauty like you. Don't know what is a kiss. Haven't you ever? he said while he smiled, shyly.

I smiled; loving the way he kept on describing me.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" I asked him eagerly.

"It would be better if I show you," he said while he turned his head to look at the door; watching to see if anyone was coming.

He gently touches his short brown hair, nervously, and looked at me with his enchanting eyes.

"Can I show you?" he asked me, softly.

"Yes," I replied.

"Promise me you won't be scared," he said.

My heart started to beat fast hearing him said that. What have I gotten myself into I thought

I wasn't outside as yet and I had got myself into trouble already.

I wanted to tell him; I had change my mind, but I just couldn't say it. The words could not escape my mouth.

"Promise me," he said; as he moved his face so close to me. I could feel his breath against the tip of my lip.

"Promise," I said shyly.

"Close your eyes," he instructed me.

I stared at him; wondering what mess I was about to get myself in.

"Come on beautiful," he again said; while his breath danced against my face.

I slowly closed my green eyes; waiting nervously for what he was about to do.

Suddenly I felt something soft touches my lip; slowly caressing them.

My entire body felt relaxed by the deep intense feeling it gave me. It was the most wonderful feeling I had ever felt. I haven't felt so good in my entire life.

I slowly open my eyes and there I saw; the alpha's nephew removing his soft lips from mine.

He ran his tongue over his lip; enjoying the taste of my lips.

I held my lip; enjoying him caressing me. They trembled by his powerful touch.

"That is a kiss," he said; why he smiled; staring within my eyes, shyly.

I continued to touch my lip; now knowing what a kiss was, but still, I was curious as to why werewolves kiss?

"Why did you do that?" I inquired him.

"I wanted you to know what a kiss was," he answered me.

That wasn't the question I was hoping for. I wanted to know its purpose.

I looked sideways; staring at the wall curiously.

"That wasn't the answer you were seeking?" he inquired me.

I turned my attention to him, right away. It was as if he could read my mind.

"We werewolves kiss when we are in love, to greet, say goodbye, and during intercourse," he explained.

"Intercourse," I repeated.

"Fuck, I'm sorry," he apologized.

"Make love," he gave me his rightful meaning.

I looked at him, puzzled.

"You wouldn't know what that means as well," he said.

I nodded.

"Don't worry, One day someone will fall in love with you and you too with that person and then you will find out what it is," he told me.

"Is it just like a kiss?" I asked him.

"No, he answered me. It is way more different and the feeling it gives you will cause you to cry out feeling a great pleasure; between your thigh," he told me.

I stared at him; curious about knowing what to expect of the outer world.

Suddenly we heard the door open; I quickly moved away from him.

Phyllis was astonished to see I was not alone.

"What is happening here?" she inquired me.