Tell Me What You See

Chapter 3

Timmy's POV

I knock on the Alpha's office door, and  no one answers, so I decide that I should try the handle, to see if it will open.

It doesn't, and I don't know if I should wait, or just start cleaning already.

After a while I decide to go a little bit down the corridor, and I sit on the floor.

Who knows how long I will have to wait here, knowing Carter, he might never show up, especially since he's not here already.

Usually, he's either is very early, or he never arrives.

After what feels like an hour, I feel someone touch my shoulder, startling me from my thoughts.

I look up, and the light is good enough for me to identify the person, as non other than Carter himself.

"Come on Omega, follow me." He commands.

I can feel that he is very angry at me, so I quickly stand up, and I follow him towards the part of the pack house that is meant for little kids.

They usually play here, and watch the TV after school, while they wait for their parents to finish working, and to pick them up.

The little kids study in the pack house until they're sixteen, then they have to attend high school, which is in the city that is near out pack, and most of them end their education after they graduate.

That's because the Alpha doesn't trust them to keep a secret of our existence, so they have to stay here.

Omegas end their education when they're sixteen, and most of them just help around the pack house.

"For today, I want you to clean this room, and after that you will start cleaning the kids' rooms." He starts.

"Tomorrow you will clean the teenagers' day room, and their bedrooms.

And the day after that, I expect you to clean all the family apartments.

Then that you will repeat it, until I and my father will tell you that it was enough. Got it?" He explains, making me nod my head.

"I expect an answer. A vocal one." He informs.

"I got it." I tell him.

"Actually, can I have a question?" I ask, making him laugh slightly.

"You just had it." He says smirking, so I roll my eyes at him, before deciding to ask it anyway.

"How do you actually expect me to clean it that quickly, while I can barely see what I'm doing?" I ask sarcastically.

I hope that I didn't lose my friend to his anger, otherwise I will be in trouble.

"What do you mean?" He asks, looking confused.

I arch my eyebrow, not believing that he hasn't heard of what his friends did to me.

"I lost part of my vision after my last meeting with your dear friends." I inform him.

His eyes widen, and he looks like he tries to decide if he believes me, or not.

"What are you talking about?" He asks, his tone disbelieving.

"They beat me up quite hard, a day after someone crashed your car, and they blamed it on me. One of them kicked my head a little too hard, and that made me lose half of my vision." I explain.