My Aggressive Alpha

The New Home

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Chapter 2

Carolina's POV

Each step I took was making me sick. I was putting all my body weight on my new friend. My father was scary but this whole situation with my mother is terrifying. I haven't seen the woman in years and now I'm going to meet her. I wonder if she felt guilty for abandoning me? What about Johnny? Does he feel any guilt at all? I understand that it wasn't his fault that mom took him but he could've contacted me. After all, he is an adult now. My heart sank as I realized that nobody wanted me. My father saw me as burden. I was a reminder of what my mother and brother did to him. His insults began start ringing in my head.

"Eres la peor hija en el mundo!" (You're the worst daughter in the world)

"Tu madre es una puta!" (Your mom is a whore)

"Pinche puta" (Fucking bitch)

He always insulted me in Spanish more than in English. My father was Colombian while my mother was German. But I grew up with folks who spoke more Spanish than English or German. My best friends spoke Spanish also. Miranda was Cuban while Clara was from Puerto Rico. I'm going to miss my two protectors. They've been with me through thick and thin. I've always considered them as my real family.

"You ready?" Officer Ashmore's question rang in my head.

I wasn't ready but I knew I had to do this.

He offered me a kind smile before rubbing my arms up and down. We stood in the hallway for a second before he started leading me toward the next room. My eyes were focused on the ground. I kept a count of how many white tiles I stepped on. The stupid game was helping forget for a while. But it didn't matter anymore because I knew we were in the waiting room now. There were a lot of chairs and tables in the room. My eyes were still on the ground. I could see that there were three people in the room. Two men and one woman.

"Are you Mr. and Mrs. Elliot?" Officer Ashmore questioned. I sank in closer to the kind officer as I waited for their answer. I honestly didn't want to leave this man. I felt safe next to him.

"Yes," a rough voice answered. I was still staring at the ground. I don't know who answered. I was curious to see who the man was but I didn't look up.

"Carolina?" I heard her voice. I held back the tears as I realized that it was her voice. I was feeling many emotions. Hurt, anger and disappointment were the main ones. With all my might, I looked up at the woman who left me.

She was incredibly beautiful.

Her black hair was tied up in a bun. Her face was flawless. She wore no makeup except for a pink lipstick. I could see tears streaming down her face. Even with the tears, she looked stunning. I could see the horror and guilt in her face.

"Oh my god," she whispered and stepped toward me. I immediately stepped back and sank into my new friend. Hurt flashed in her face but I didn't care. I blamed her for all of this.

My father died because of her.

A large man held my mother as she cried. This was the man who snatched her away from me. The man who broke my family like it was nothing. His eyes were trained on me. Worry and sadness swam in his dark blue eyes.

"Carol," whispered someone else. I glanced at the tall, good looking lad that was trying to reach out for me. He had chocolate brown hair and dark eyes. He was about 6'0 ft tall. He was dressed in a pair of grey jeans and black shirt. "It's me." he finished saying as he got closer.

"Johnny?" I mumbled without thinking. He smiled brightly as I said his name. My mother raised her head and smiled at me. The man was still looking at me with hope. I averted my eyes away from my brother and toward Officer Ashmore.