Taming Wolves (Completed)

Taming Wolves

                          Chapter 1: Abandoned

                                Age: 3 months old

Bajan's POV

          Daddy and Mommy were yelling again, it hurt and I didn't like it when they yelled. "You know I wanted a girl! Not this ugly pig!" Daddy yells, whats a girl? Was Mommy a girl? All these questions and yet when I ask, Mommy and Daddy don't reply. My tummy growled, so I open my mouth. "Oooga! Na na na!" Can I please have some food? "Hunny... the baby..." Mommy shakily points at me. "I don't give a flying fuck about the goddamn baby!" Flying fuck? What was that? Maybe I'll ask them when they can understand me, which can't be soon enough. My tummy growls even louder, and I feel a painful pit dig into my stomach. I see the container of food on the table across from me, it was just out of reach. I reach for it, my chubby hands falling short by just a little bit. I stretch, but to my dismay I could not stretch any further. I stop, knowing I'll fall out of my chair if I continue my efforts. My tummy growls again, and I beat on my table, hoping to get either Mommy's or Daddy's attention. "Hunny... I think Bajan's hungry..." Daddy hits Mommy with something shiny and Mommy cries out. "The baby can go to hell!" In an angry huff, Daddy grabs a brown bottle full of something and slams the basement door. I watch Mommy cry in the middle of the floor, something red was coming from her arm. Did she have a boo-boo? Maybe she'll let me kiss it better! My tummy growls loudly, and the pit in my tummy is so deep it was bottomless. It really hurt, and I let out a whimper of pain. Mommy looks up at me, smiling through her tears. "Oh my sweet, sweet baby Benja... Mommy's coming... Mommy's alright..." She gathers me in her warm arms and pulls me into a nice hug, I grab her arm and try to pull back her sleeve. It took several tries, but I finally found her boo-boo. Leaning down, I kissed it several times. I was surprised to find the red stuff was all over my lips. I dart my tongue out to lick it, and was surprised by the taste. It didn't taste bad, I just didn't want anymore. The thought fades away as hunger sets in again and I start to cry, I squinch my eyes shut and bury my head in Mommy's shoulder. "It's alright Bajan, it's okay... Mommy has your food right here." I look up to see a small spoonful of the yellow sweet stuff in front of my face. I reposition myself and happily gulp down the sweet sauce Mommy called 'applesauce'. I take several spoonfuls, and then I reach for my red bottle full of milk. My chubby fingers could barely grasp it, but I manage to bring the little bottle to my mouth. Putting the suction-thingy in my mouth, I drink the white stuff Mommy called 'milk'. These two things were my favorite things to eat, they were sweet and cool. Mommy feeds me half of the little container until I'm full, and then I grab the spoon and try to feed her. I giggle as a little bit drops onto her white shirt, she laughs as well and I hug her. "Ooo na na ga goo..." I love you Mommy... "I love you to, my sweet little Benja." I feel a bubble in my tummy, a painful one. I whimper, "Ohhh... does my baby Benj need to be burped? I think he does! Oh, I think he does doesn't my little Benji?" I nod, tears brimming my eyes. Mommy picks me up and puts me over her shoulder, she starts patting my back. She sings her little song that I had heard on Mickey Mouse, "Top, top! Bottom, bottom! Middle, middle, middle! Top, top! Bottom, bottom! Middle, middle,   middle!" Right on cue, I let out a massive burp as it claws itself up my throat. I sigh, leaning heavily on Mommy's shoulder, happy. "Is my little Benj tired? I think it's time for bedtime, what do you think my little Benji?" I try to shake my head no, but it comes out a yawn. I groan, I wanted to play with my toys! But my eyelids were heavy, and Mommy seemed to know this. "Let's go upstairs then."  I count the stairs as we go up, 1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10... 10 steps. Mommy opens my door, and I'm brought into my red room. Mommy lays me in the crib, going over to my dresser full of clothes in the corner. She pulls out a black and red checkered footsie, it had a hoodie attached with a little drawstring shaped like a dog tag. She pulls off my robot shirt and black sweatpants, changing this thing called a diaper that I hated, and putting the fluffy footsie on me. It was warm, and I loved it just because of that. Mommy laid me in the crib, arranging my bacca stuffy, my spaceman with a blue suit and yellow visor, and lava-creeper in a black suit. I cradled the bacca into my chest, it has always been my favorite next to Mr. Universe and Preston the lava creeper. Mommy had always told me that my bacca, I decided to call him Jerome, would hold me and protect me from monsters, Mr. Universe would make the stars shine and grant me any wish I made on them, and Preston would shine light on me when Jerome took a nap, "Mr. Bacca is always sleeping and eating! He's just like my little Benji!" Mommy would say. I cuddled them all near me, including the little wolf that I always had with me. Mommy called him Ragnorak, the protector of worlds and leader of the wolf pack. Mommy never understood why I liked him best, since it was always said Ragnorak's heir would take over humanity. "He protects all who is loyal to him, and the people they control as well. He protects Jerome, Preston, and Mr. Universe, they're all the best of friends, and they join together to watch over you Bajan." Mommy would say, I smile, those memories were happy. I curl up under my blankies and close my eyes.