"KATHERINE GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT OF BED AND COME MAKE THE PACKS BREAKFAST!!!! STOP SLUTTING AROUND AND GET UP BITCH!!"
Groaning I turned wincing when I rolled on my three broken ribs. The beating my brother and his best friends gave me last night was exceptionally rough and I found it once again hard to crawl out of my dusty cot.
My feet met the cold concrete with a small smack. Wiggling I my toes I stood. Wincing as I pathetically failed at trying to stretch my bruised body.
I didn't want to keep my 'dear brother' waiting, considering how drunk he was last night I didn't want to have to face the wrath of his hangover.
With this in mind I stumbled out of my so called bedroom. My 'bedroom' was the size of a small walk in closet and was on the top floor of a six story building. Wich only ment that after my beating I would be forced to climb the stairs and cuddle in my 'room' to avoid another beating in the mourning. I knew my life wasn't the best but it was a life none the less. The way I saw it was I'm still alive so I can't give up. It was hard though. Most nights I settled with a pocket knife in the corner if my 'bedroom' thinking. Wouldnted be easier just to take my life? To leave the pain behind. But it's the alpha blood that drove me on.
My parents were betas before they were killed.
I has been six at the time and left with only a father. My mother had died in my birth so the pack wasn't find of my killing thier betas wife. My mother had had an affair with an packs alpha that soon after died. With beta and alpha blood i should be very strong but my frail body said othe wise.But they put up. I was out jogging something I still did to clear my head when I saw them.
Red eyes peering greedily at me. The eyes of a rouges.
I snapped out of my thoughts when I relized the eggs I has begun to cook we're starting to burn. I quickly turned off the heat. Moving the sizzling pan behind me I flushed the water cleaning the counter at the same time. With a heavy sigh I turned and doses out the eggs into different plates finally finished.
I turned ready to grab a apple when my dear ole brother dropped by. "Nice try fat ass your skipping breakfast! Need to lose weight!" Ishifted uncomfortably under my brothers disgusted glare. Most would wonder how I came out related to him. I thought I was pretty or at least average. But others thought diffrent claiming I was the ugly pig while my brother was the sex god. Most likely trying to remain on the betas good side. Wile my brothe had golden licks mine was a mahogany brown so dark it was almost black. Wile his skin was tan mine was a stark white and was often refered to as a ghost. My brother had soft facial structure while mine was more define. He was toned and tall while I was average human hieght and muscle tone, not being able to train with the othe pack members. his eyes were a golden while mine were a dull grey.
I regretfully pig the green apple down. Wishing it would be mine. "Move fat ass!" a voice cut through my thoughts. It made me wince the only thing it could be described as was nails on a chalk board and I found myself gritting my teeth resisting the urge to whip my hands out and cover my ears. Mt poor ears were pounding in agony as she continued her bitchy screech.
"Well what are you waiting for?? Go atempt to make yourself look pretty!!"
I rolled my eyes pushing past her "at least I'm not fake bitch" i muttered walking away from her. Her cold eyes followed me as I walked away from her gang bang me attitude and
Appearance . I trudged back to my room. I bent down sniffing as dust filled my eyes and nose. I picked up a hoodie and slipped it on leaving my jeans. They we're all I had.
After throwing on those and a pair of worn out red converse I grabbed my phone and backpack before heading outside. I hoped my brother was waiting for me in the drive way to take me to school. It was my sixteenth birthday! The day I found my mate the perfect man who would live me with all his heart. I couldn't wait!!
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WerewolfMy life was never perfect. But then agian what was? In fact my life sucked. Being beaten forced to eat trash- literaly, is never really high on my to-do list. But no matter haw bad I thought it was NEVER did i EVER imagine that the fates would be as...