Possessive Yet Rejected

Rejected

KATYA SOTIRIS

You never have a normal life when you're different. Either people see you as a threat or just a waste of space. I was the latter. No one ever liked me, I was treated harshly, and when it's by the people you consider family, it's a thousand times painful. It's not just physically painful, but also emotionally. The people that were supposed to protect me, and the people I was supposed to feel secure with were the ones who inflicted pain on me. They either inflicted pain, with their words or actions.

I learned long ago to hide my emotions, never show weakness or fear, people like them fed off your fear. Took pride in your cries for help. The people who were supposed to show me some kind or love or compassion, ignored me. They worked me to exhaustion. Don't hope for love, it may never come. Don't hope for a Prince Charming to sweep off your feet, that only happened in fairytales. I had drilled those thoughts in my head on too many times, I came to believe them.

My only hope was my mate wasn't in my pack. But by the way fate screwed me over, I knew that was not a possibility, but a girl can hope, right? Hitching my backpack up my shoulder, I descended the stairs, hoping no one would notice me. I was pretty much invisible but they made an effort to make sure they noticed me every time I entered a room, it was annoying really.

"Hey, freak. Make me a salad." Mandy hollered from where she sat in the kitchen. She didn't even bother to look at me as she painted her nails, a bright red color. Ghastly. She was caked up in make-up as always and her lips were painted a ruby red, to match her skanky outfit. Personally, I didn't like the girl, not just because she ordered me around like I was her personal maid, but because she just couldn't keep her legs closed long enough to have a decent conversation with a guy before she jumped into bed with him. I despised her type.

"I ain't your maid, go make it yourself." I mumbled, not sparing her a second glance as I moved towards the door. I was hoping I could make a quick exit, but I wasn't allowed that luxury either. Mandy stood in front of me, a deep scowl on her face.

"What did you say, bitch?" She snarled the words, baring her teeth at me, in hopes of scaring me. I wasn't shaken. After living with wolves most of my life, I was not bound to not be scared by their presence, even though I couldn't turn into one.

"Make your own damn food." I said through gritted teeth, narrowing my eyes on the fake blonde bitch. Just because she fucked the future Alpha didn't mean she had any power over me, no one had any power over me. If I wanted to I could make her life miserable, but I never did, I didn't want to stoop to her level, their level.

She raised her hand, and I awaited the impact of her hand connecting with my cheek. I clenched my jaw tightly, as I glared at her. She would slap me, but what would she gain? Nothing, because even then I wouldn't prepare her the stupid salad.

"Don't you dare lay your slutty hands on my sister." The words were a deep growl, and Mandy's hands stopped in mid-air. Sean descended down the stairs, his eyes glaring daggers at a quivering Mandy, who was trying to act unaffected. My brother was nothing special, he was just a mere pack warrior, and even then he tried to protect me as much as he could. He intimidated a few, but most of them could hold their own.

"You got lucky." Mandy growled and then waltzed out of the room, but not before glaring daggers at me. There was a warning in her eyes, or rather, I knew I'd get it when I got to school. She didn't like to be humiliated in front of a nobody like me.

"Need a ride." Sean asked excitedly, a giant smile on his face as he waved his car keys in front of my face. It was really intriguing how he could switch moods, I often wondered how he did that. Sean and I mostly stuck together. Ever since our parents died, he became extremely protective of me. Whenever I get hurt, he'd think he let me down. I really appreciated him, but sometimes I wish he would just leave me alone.