Misunderstood

A/N: Dudes, I am so sorry for the long wait. I know you've been waiting and waiting for me to finally fix the chapters. And here it is...

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"Teagan!" My brother, Jackson, yelled from down stairs. I sighed and started down the stairs. I spotted his dark brown hair, the same dark brown hair I had, over on the couch. He was playing his x-box with one of his many friends. I didn't recognize him but by the look of disgust he threw me, he sure knew who I was. He elbowed Jackson and nodded towards me. "Jason and his parents are coming over at six. Be sure to have the food on the table and clean the place up. It's a mess." He commanded as he stood and turned off the game. I kept my eyes on the floor as he stopped in front of me. "And wash my jersey, I have a game Friday." He made sure to bump shoulders with me when he walked to the door with his friends in tow. I slowly made my way to the kitchen and started dinner.

I was engrossed in my task that I didn't hear anyone come into the kitchen. It wasn't until they were behind me and I bumped into them that I knew they were there. "Oh." I gasped and looked up into crystal blue eyes. I quickly averted my gaze.

"You need to start cleaning up the place. You only have about an hour left." My father spat in a rough voice. I nodded quickly but that seemed to have angered him because the next thing I know, my head was whipped to the side and I felt a slight tingle in my cheek. I slowly brought my hand up to cup it. It didn't hurt but I would never tell him that. "Answer me when I talk." He nearly screamed.

"Yes, sir." I weakly replied. He huffed and turned on his heel. When I knew he was gone, I dropped my hand and glared at the door. Only when the oven ding did I stop glaring at the poor door. I placed the chicken in the center of our dinner table with green beans, corn, mashed potatoes, and macaroni around it. After getting some plates, cups, and utensils out, I headed to the living room. I opened all the windows since there was a nice breeze and it stunk of sweat. I threw Jackson's football bag in the closet before lighting a few candles to help air out the house. I stood with my hands on my hips and stared at all the trash. I decided that it would be easier to just grab a garbage bag instead of making so many trips. By times I had all the trash in the bag, it was full. I straightened the pillows on the coush and had to grab a clothes basket for all of Jackson's and his friends clothes that were spewed everywhere. When I was finally done, I only had ten minutes to get ready.

I dashed up the stairs and took a two minute shower. After blow drying my hair, I pinned it up into a messy but elegant bun. I tied a red bandana around the bun and started on my make up. I wouldn't usually wear make up for just a casual dinner but I had a big, ugly bruise covering my entire right cheek from the slap my father gave me. Once I was sure it wasn't seen, I lightly dusted on some blush and some pale pink eye shadow. I smeared on some red lipstick to match my red bandana. I checked the time and saw they would be here any minute so I quickly slipped on a black dress that stopped at my knees. It was a casual dress, nothing flashy. I pulled on my worn, red converses and nearly ran down the stairs as I heard the door bell ring twice. I had to stop and catch my breath for a second. I heard my dad and Jackson come into the living room and opened the door with a small, fake, smile on my face.

"Oh, Teagan. You look beautiful, dear!" Mrs. Fox exclaimed and hugged me. I awkwardly patted her back as Mr. Fox and Jason walked into the house.

"Thank you. Mrs. fox." I answered politely once she let me go.

"Call me Jenna." She tsked. "When you call me Mrs it makes me feel old."

"I apologize. I didn't mean any disrespect." I bowed my head in shame. She laughed and I felt disappointed. I had always thought that the Alpha's were different. They were the only ones that had ever shown me kindness. I knew for a fact that they didn't know about the abuse I had to put up with on a daily bases because when they were around, everyone was nice, or decent, to me. But I guess I still managed to get on their bad side.