You're Alpha. My Mate

My story

Photo: Angelina

"Angel! Stop working on that danmed car and come eat" my grandmother sweet voice rang through the garage. I groaned, dropping the monkey wrench and closing the hood of my black SUV. Wiping the oil and grime from my hands on an old shirt I trudged inside, my grandma and pa sitting at the table already waiting for me.
I sat across from them, pushing around my mashed potatoes. Shoving a piece of steak in my mouth moaning at the taste.
"Angel, do you have enough pills for this week?" my grandmother cautiously questioned as if she was afraid i'd break any moment.
" should, if not ill tell you." i gave her a reassuring smile, i tend not to take the thick white tablets that taste like chalk. My doctor says its supposed to give me control of my emotions. To help me make it through the day, my grandmother merely nodded we finished eating, before i could help with the dishes my grandpa told me to sit. We always have one of these 'talks' to make sure im holding up good.
"Grandpa im fine, i promise." i sighed.
"I know sweetie i just want you to know you can come talk to us anytime about anything." i nodded.
He smiled giving me a kiss on my forehead, i jogged upstairs to my room straight into the shower washing the left over oil and grime off my body, after my shower i slipped on a sports bra and some shorts. I have a lot of body heat, i have a AC that always runs my grandparents say im a penguin but i dont really care.
I lay in bed thinking about what my parents lives are like right now, like i do every night.
I live with my grandparents, my mother didnt want me so she told my father she was only having one child. When she was really pregnant with twins, so she told the nurse to give me to my grandmother, ever since then i've never known anything about my parents or my brother. We dont talk about them but my grandparents always made sure i knew that i was loved and cared for.
I appreciate it but, sometimes i feel like im a burden they always have to check my wrist for recents or they have to make sure im taking my pills. I am and there are no recents on my wrist.
One day i hope theres one person that can make all of my bad thoughts an scars go away. That one person that can make me feel normal.