The Perfect Crime

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

7 years later

I slumped into the bed. I could finally rest. I hadn’t rested in such a long time.

“Laine!” the angry sounding voice woke me up from my daze. And my resting time was now over.

“Laine!” the angry voice screamed this time. I knew I would pay for not responding quicker. I pushed myself off my bed with what little I had left in me and hurried downstairs before the voice could scream my name for the third time.

I walked into the kitchen and found my brother standing there. He glared at me as I made my way in. I saw the hate through his eyes. I saw it through everyone’s eyes. The kids despised me and that adults disliked me. They just turned the other way when someone abuses me; they act like they didn’t see it. I wouldn’t blame them though, I hated myself too. I should have saved my mom, but I guess she couldn’t live with the loss of her mate.

“Yes brother,” I said in more of a whisper. This time anger filled his eyes. His face scrunched up and got a look that made him look very unattractive, which is a shame since he is fairly good looking. If only he wasn’t so ugly on the inside.

“I am not your brother! It is Walter to you!” I felt his hand make contact with my face and his fist collided with my stomach which caused me to fall. You would think he would be satisfied and stop there, but no, he had to kick me too. I could feel tears on the brink of falling down, but I couldn’t let him see me cry. That would just make him hurt me more.

I knew I would get a bruise on my stomach from where he kicked me. I braced myself for more beatings when I saw his face soften. I turned to his direction and saw my sister Amanda, or Mandy as she liked to be called. Amanda was two years older than me whereas Walter was four years older.

Walter loved Amanda so much. The way an older brother should love his sister. He looked after her and made sure no harm came her way. It was hard to believe that he could actually care for someone other than himself.

I looked at my sister. She was gorgeous. She had blonde and blue eyes, she was prettier than your typical Barbie doll type of girl. She was standing with Sean, flirting with him like there was not tomorrow. Yep you guessed it; Sean was Alpha Craig’s son. That made Sean our soon-to-be Alpha. Everyone was buzzing about Sean. He had turned sixteen and still had not found his mate.

I turned my head away from them in disgust. I quickly got up before my brother could decide that he wanted to kick me anymore. The sudden movement caused him to turn back to me and immediately the hate returned to his eyes.

“Clean the kitchen,” he said narrowing his eyes. He must have run out of things to make me do. I nodded knowing better than to argue with him. It was something I had learnt the hard way.

6 years ago

It was only a year since I was ‘the most hated person’ and I was not treated so badly. They only made me wash dishes. They had realised that they could save money if they had less maids and made me help out instead.

My brother’s voice boomed in my ear, “Laine, clean this mess before you go to school.”

“But I didn’t do it!” I argued back.

“Don’t argue with me and do what I say!” Walter screamed at me. And that’s when it happened. The person who started the abuse. My brother.

After he slapped me for the first time he looked a bit shocked. Tears were falling down my face.

“H-how c-could you. My own brother,” I stuttered in barely a whisper.

“I am not your brother.” His reply felt worse than the slap. He pushed past me but stopped before he reached the door. He smirked and told me, “You shouldn’t cry, it doesn’t look nice on you.” He then walked out without looking back.

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I cleaned the kitchen and then went to my room which is the attic. The pack house is very big. The first floor has your kitchen, dining room, lounge and game room. The second floor consists of all the teens and toddlers bedrooms and the third floor is for the adults. And then lastly you get the attic which is where I was moved to 7 years ago. The attic has many boxes which I like to look through whenever I get a chance. A lot of the pack members live in houses but some families like to live in the pack house. Next to the pack house is a hall where pack meetings are held.

I wasn’t banned from the meetings but I didn’t go because it reminded me too much of school. After the ‘incident’ the pack decided that since I was getting bullied so much, I should go to school anymore. They said it was in my best interest. But I knew better. The teachers didn’t want to teach a murderer and the adults thought school was a waste of money on me. But I didn’t let that stop me from learning. Every year I take the text books that the other student throw out and study them. I wouldn’t go as far to call me a genius, but I was pretty intelligent. I somehow always made time to study through my ‘chores’.

I didn’t mind not going to school though; I don’t have any friends anymore. I did have this one friend a long time ago. Her name was Janey. She was my only friend. She was still new to our pack and she didn’t know about me. And since she had come during the holiday, school had not started. I was her only friend. Over that short span of time we became really close. I even trusted her enough to tell her what had happened. What she told me after surprised me the most. She said, “We will always be best friends.”

But what had happened to us? My sister got to her. Once school started my sister saw I had a friend, saw that I was happy, she went to Janey and fed her lies. Ever since then she and Amanda have been best friends.

Most of my days consist of cleaning. The adults said that I could just lend a “helping hand” but they knew I would be doing all the work. They probably said that so they could sleep better at night. Clean all the rooms and the bathrooms. Wash the dishes and clothes. Thankfully I don’t have to cook. They didn’t want their food to be ‘contaminated’. I honestly don’t know what they would do without me.

Once I finish learning it was time to sleep. I went to my little bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I was medium height and way too skinny for a 16 year old girl. My hair was dark brown and cut short. Back when I had long hair girls used to fling me by my hair. So now I kept my hair short. I never let it get below my ears.

Seeing that my hair was getting too long, I trimmed it before showering. I had many bruises on my body, most of them because of Walter. Most of them fade within a week.

After tending to the bruises I made my way out of the bathroom. Sometimes, before I go to sleep, I like to look through the family album to remind myself of the good days. Since I had not looked in it for the last few months there were other boxes over it. Not realising that the top box was slightly on edge, I managed to drop the box tipping out all of its content.

As I started putting the things away I realised I had never been through this box. I hoped nothing was glass. If anyone found out I had broken anything I would be in serious trouble. After a few minutes I finally came to the last item. A journal. It was your typical leather bound journal. Instead of putting it back in the box I placed it beside me. After putting the box away I placed it in the tiny drawer beside me and let my dreams take over.