The rooms were just beautiful. They were big and everything was expensive looking. Something I never had.
My room was all black since I was omega. Black was seen as a dirty color in our world. But I loved it. Black was easily my favorite color. No fucking around.
Madeline's room was white. White ment that she had no ranking. In this case it meant that she wasn't apart of The Beginning.
Honey you have to go to bed. The Check Up starts tomorrow. Madeline yelled through my door.
Alright! I shouted back. I ended up showering and brushing my teeth in my bathroom. But I stayed up. Not intentionally but I just couldn't sleep.
What if I really liked my mate but he rejected me. I mean I wouldn't be the first omega to be rejected. It was normal. Or my mate probably wouldn't even hit the buzzer and I'd just go home. Mateless. I'd be alone. Like I have been my whole life.
But I guess I don't need a mate. I don't want any kids. I don't want them to have to live through what I did. I have been alone my whole life. I would never want anyone to have to live through the terror I did.
I can't trust. I've tried. I tried to trust Madeline but I can't.
One thing I've learned is that trust is like a glass. If it is broken once, no matter how much glue you use, you will always see the cracks. It just isn't the same. It doesn't exist.
After hours of just laying there. Tossing and turning. I finally fell asleep.
Wake up! Get up! Ashley I need you to wake up sweety. Or at least open the door. Madeline says.
I turn over to check the time. Well I wasn't very successful. I turned over and fell on the floor. That will bruise. Ew. Great way to.start this 4 weeks of joy.
I'm up! I yelled through the door. Still laying on the floor I realize that I wont be able to reach the door handle from here.
Fucking shit! Who wakes up this early? I grumble. I sit up and stumble my way to the door. When I open it I'm greeted by a stressed Madeline. She storms in mumbling something like took you long enough. Like it's 5am bitch. How do you expect me to wake up. I can barely wake up at noon and that's six hours later!
Madeline pushes me into the bathroom yelling at me to get into the shower.
We have one hour until you need to be at The Check Up Building. Hurry up! She yelled through the door. I can hear her throwing my clothes out of my suitcase, looking for something for me to wear.
Who pissed in your cereal? I mumble under my breath. I get in the shower after I let the water warm up. Instantly my muscles relax. I use my strawberry shampoo and conditioner and my coconut body soap. I shave and then I get out. After drying off I tie the towel around me and step out into the main room.
Madeline found an outfit and laid it out onto the bed. She picked out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white crop top that said Sex Pistol in black bold writing, a black bandana and some black and white Converse. I change into the laid out clothes and go back into the bathroom.
I put my hair up into a upsidedown French braid with leads into a messy bun. Then I tie the bandana around my head, the knot above my forehead. I do my make-up, which is some foundation, blush, contouring, smokey eye and black lipstick. Unlike a lot of people I can do the fancy lipstick, that people do on tutorials. So mine is black on the outside fading into a grey. Once I'm satisfied I step back out into the bedroom part and walk out into the hotel hallway.
Madeline is waiting outside. She takes me to the front door where a limousine is waiting to take me to my doom. Everyone there looks at me with disgust. I'm an omega. No doubt.
It hurts to know that I'm not accepted. I'm an omega. I wasn't respected. Because of my rank. It sucked ass. It's sad that I had to make them respect me. I think everyone should be treated the same.
I know the pack says that we are one big family, a team. But it's not a team. Or a family.
If it was a family someone would've adopted all if those pups at the orphanage. But no. They would laugh at us for not having parents.
A pack is not a family.
It is a dictatorship.
