Aurora's Alpha

PROLOGUE

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"You're only saying that because she told you to!" I spat

"Don't you dare use that tone on me, who do you think you are!?" My father glared at me

"You're not denying it which means I'm right, correct?" I stood waiting on the answer

"Does it shock you that I might actually have my own opinion on such a skanky outfit" he sneered

"You are both so unbelievable, there is nothing wrong with what I'm wearing!" I raise my voice while glancing down to my clothes, it was just shorts, a crop top with fishnets... I even put on a flannel overshirt to cover up a bit.

"If you stood on the end of the block for more than 5 minutes I guarantee a car would pull over and ask for your company" my father yelled back making me instinctively take a step away from him. I could see my mother leaning on the doorframe behind him with a small smirk gracing her lips. I lightly shook my head, how much longer can I last in this house?

"What he's trying to say is we don't want you walking about like the town whore, Rory" no matter how comforting she tries to make out that she is I see right through her act. "You know we're only being honest with you to save you from embarrassment honey, we love you" everytime she says those three words my heart breaks piece by piece knowing it's untrue...

"It's just fishnets" I whisper lowly. How have we got this far? How am I allowing them to tear me down about something as insignificant as tights. Before this they would manipulate me about bigger issues such as which subjects I was studying for and how the ones I liked where a waste of my time, or how I don't need to learn how to drive as my father can just escort me around town even though that promise evaporated into thin air. Hell they even convinced me to stay and live here when I mentioned I would move out after I turned 18, it's been 2 years and I'm miserable here. I'm miserable here.

"I laid out fresh clothes on your bed go change sweetheart" my mother said linking arms with my father and leaning into him.

I stood still unsure of what to do. My mouth parted slightly as if I were to say something but no sound came out. I watched their facial expressions in detail as the sickly sweet smiles slowly but surely fell from their face and the facade dropped with it. I watched as my fathers brow furrowed and his nose flared. My mothers ability to command tears coming in handy as one tear made it's way down her cheek.

How are they both so in sync with each other. It's like they both knew exactly when to start losing their patience with me.

"Why do you hate us?" My mother said wiping away her tear with the back of her hand

"I-" I start but unable to finish

"Do you see what you are doing to your mother? All of this pain your inflicting just because you want to be the little slut that you are" my father pushed my mother away from him and took 6 steps forward just so he could put his face centimetres from mine. It was his intimidation tactic, and it usually works. His 6'1 figure only towers slightly above my 5'9 stature. "For once show us some respect" he spits, literally.

I bring a hand up to my cheek and wipe away the saliva that just landed on me. "I will... when you learn some manners" I sneered. This is certainly not the first time I have spoken back to my father, what happens next can go one of two ways, he either becomes embarrassed of his disgusting behaviour and backs off or his anger will get the better of him. As if on queue my mother let out a sob and I take a second to glance at her to see her fake sweet smile before looking back at my father. His brow was relaxed but after hearing  the audible discomfort from my mother he quickly tended back up again.