The Alpha Bitch

Chapter One

I barely remember that night, five years back. But then again, why would I want to? It's the one part of me I've been avoiding. My older brother Austin died. My mom died. My dad died. Why would I want to remember?

I was knocked out by the baseboard of my bed smashing me in the forehead, and I have a nasty scar to prove it. Luckily, my bangs cover it, but that's really not the issue. The issue is my family's secrets. They knew something, even Austin, but they forgot to tell me.

Regaining consciousness half an hour later, I looked at our broken house. Major, major earthquake. My door had spikes of glass sticking out.They were tinged red, and the air smelled of something sickening.

I opened the door, avoiding all glass, to see Austin in sitting position, slumped on the wall. Unconscious? Blacked out? I saw the glass spikes from my window protruding from his chest.

No, Austin was quite dead.

I stayed with him for a long time. I don't know how long. An hour? Twelve hours? You really loose track of time while leaning over, mourning your brother's death.

But there was nothing to save him. No turning back the clock to warn him. If I could trade positions with him, I would've. I would've done anything to save him. To save anyone that died from this earthquake.

The house was a mess. Nothing could be salvaged. But it was when I remembered my mom and dad did I freak. My dad was under a couch, his neck bent at an odd angle, obviously broken. My mom was in the kitchen, on the floor, bloody. The window had broken, and wind made a knife fly into her leg.

At first I thought, was that possible? Wind making knives fly? Hard enough to stab someone? To make them bleed to death?

Well apparently.

I was the only one in our family to survive that earthquake. Every day, I regret it. What's the point of living and surviving when everyone you loved is dead? I still haven't figured that out yet.

So you ask now where am I? Five years later, now seventeen. Almost legal. I'll answer you.

I, Riley Gray, live with my single aunt in Georgia. I go to the average shit high school, Lake Tahoe High. Senior, single, nobody.

That's where I am.

And this is just the story on how I got here.