Frankie :
"You scrawny little slut! I told you to make me a vanilla cupcake an hour ago and you haven't even started!" Lizbeth growled as she started to approach me.
I squeezed my eyes shut waiting for the impact. Sure enough it came. There was a loud slap that reverberated in the kitchen.
I didn't let the blonde bimbo get her satisfaction by yelping or crying out in pain. Asides, I was used to this now. This was child's play compared to the abuse that comes from the alpha.
"I'll get right to it." I say. Biting my bruised lip; I go to the pantry and start to grab the utensils to make her god damn vanilla cupcake.
I hear footsteps leaving the kitchen leaving me to assume Lizbeth left already and left me to make her cupcake.
When I finished the batter, I placed it in the oven with the cupcake liner. While it was baking I was tidying up the mess I made to prevent any extra work for me later.
Ting.
Racing over to the oven while grabbing the mitten I ended up hitting my side with the corner of the island.
"Shit." I seethed and grasped my side. Stupid corner that always hurts me when I'm in a hurry.
I sucked in a breathe and ignored the searing pain on my side and decided to focus on the finished cupcakes.
I pulled them out of the oven and let them cool. Stupid cupcakes. Stupid corner. Stupid Lizbeth. Stupid everything.
Lizbeth was already on her way over now. I could smell the slut from a mile away. She came into view.
"Your cupcakes are done." I say politely. She rolls her eyes and dismisses me as she goes and reaches for the cupcake.
"Wait it's-" I started to warn her but she gave me a glare and dared me to go further.
"You don't tell me what to do omega." She barked and I let a ghost of a smile play on my lips but, as soon as it came it left.
She only so much as touched the cupcake and let out a shriek.
"That fucking burns!" She said as she started to suck on her finger to cool it. I hang my head low knowing she was going to blame me for her stupidity and ignorance.
"Why didn't you tell me? Alpha won't be very pleased that his future Luna got burnt." She smirked and I could already tell she was mind linking him.
I gave her a beseeching look. Begging her with my eyes not to tell the alpha. When the alpha gets involved I'm practically unconscious by the time he's done.
"Alpha will be down in two minutes. Stay. Put." She orders and I hug myself.
It's okay. It's all going- my wolf Alessandra tried to reassure me that everything is going to be fine when it's not.
Stop feeding me bullshit! I yell at her. I can feel her shrink away and I don't hear her anymore. Good.
"What'd you do to Lizbeth?" The all to familiar voice asks in a deep threatening tone.
"I-I didn't d-do anything sir-alpha." I stutter. He stalks towards me in a graceful manner.
"Don't lie to me. Know your place pup." He said in a feral process.
"I burnt her finger." I say quietly. I see a smirk grace his features before I slump my head down and see my beat up converse.
I feel a stinging sensation on the entire side of my face. This wasn't a normal slap to the face. No. This was him slamming a metal cupcake liner on the side of my face.
I fall to the ground helplessly. I want to beg for mercy. I want to die. Death would be easier than this. Id take death over this anytime.
I bit my lip as hard as I could and prevented myself from saying anything. I dust myself off and stand up to meet his gaze.
"Don't look directly at me. You're not to look at me, pup." He says. I nod and look down at the ground again.
I look at the cupcake liner still in his hand. How his hand isn't burning is beyond my knowledge.
"Get out of here. Go to your room. I don't want to see you the rest of the day, omega." I suck in a shaky breathe and trudge over to my room.
Or at least what he considers my room.
The mattress was on the floor in one corner and no blankets nor pillows. A single window that let some sunlight in. Some newspapers were sprawled over the floor. That's all there was to it.
A four walled space with a single mattress and a window.
I reached under my mattress and pulled out the only actual physical thing I own besides the mattress.
A switch blade. I flipped it open and saw its cool metallic blade swiftly came out. I played around with it for a little.
Tomorrow is my sixteenth birthday and I can finally get a shot at being cared about. Being loved. Hopefully they won't reject me.
I want him to hug me and tell me he loves me. I want all the stupid cliche little details. From little flowers to cute little love notes.
Kisses on my forehead. Watching movies together and cuddling on my stupid ugly mattress. But, he wouldn't care about my room. He'd love me either way. At least, I hope he does.
Though someone from this pack loving me seems impossible now. I might as well die.
Don't think like that. Alessandra growls. I roll my eyes and look at my inner thighs already healing slowly.
What? I'm just saying what you're not voicing. I say to her. I could feel that she was defeated.
Why do you cut yourself? I mean...it's not worth it. It's my body you're injuring too. She finally speaks up.
I let out a sigh of frustration and scream internally.
Because nobody cares but, me. I verbalize. I can tell she left knowing that that would be my ridiculous answer (as always)
Alessandra? I called. I heard sigh and she let out a 'hmmm?'
Do you think we'll have a mate? I ask her. She's quiet for what seems and eternity and then she finally responds
Yeah. He'll be our cliche mate. He'll take us to the beach and we'll hold hands. But, mostly...we'll be madly in love she says trying to reassure me somehow.
I close my eyes and picture myself with a random cute guy.
I love you. With that she leaves and I'm left alone laying on the mattress.
I fall into a nice sleep. Away from reality. Away from all of these soulless beings.
Tomorrow will be better.
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