The Unique Slave

The Unique Slave: Chapter 2

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The Unique Slave-

chapter2:

                                                       Alpha’s POV-

I have always been told I was beautiful or hot, but I really didn’t care what anyone said, but now looking in the mirror I can finally see what everyone else saw. The black dress I wore hugged my curves and widely complimented my chest area. The seam went to my mid-thigh. I wore knee high boots making my petite figure gain a few inches, though it did not help much.

I have fiery red hair with natural brown highlights that reached my butt. I also have plump pink lips that seem to attract a lot of attention from many hormonal teen boys. I have an incredibly small figure that helps in combat because I look innocent and weak. I am also blessed with a very a curvy waist and chest area. Ok, yes I like making out with boys, and I might tonight at the part, but I still have what people call my innocence, I still a pure virgin in every way. I just like my boys.

Taking my large black sunglasses from my desk I put them on. I have always warn sunglasses since the accident, my eyes were . . . special, people usually freak out if they saw them. So I have the sunglasses on all the time even in fights, and the dark, no problem, I adjust very easily, and I can see exceptionally well in darkness. Some think it’s weird, but they only think that, they never dare say it out loud, because they are all scared weaklings. Too afraid to get hurt, classic humans.

Walking out of my room I was met by a long hallway, walking down the hallway I stopped at a picture and put my hand in the center of the frame like I do every day or whenever I leave the house. Under my palm was a young woman, about 26, her blond hair that reached to the middle of her slender neck had some natural red highlights in it. Her electric green eyes were bright and joyful while she laughed at the person taking the picture. Her mouth was open, frozen mid-laugh as the picture was snapped showing her perfect white teeth.

“Mom, please come back to us. Please, we need you.” I whispered as I took my hand off the picture, it had a permanent smudged handprint on it by now. Walking to the end of the hallway there were stairs which I descended the stairs to find my 12 year old sister on the couch watching Sponge Bob while shoving a spoon mounded with peanut butter into her mouth.

“As I walked past I plucked the jar of peanut butter out of her hands, placing it on the kitchen counter in one smooth motion while being followed by my a steaming Alana.

“Wad yo do dat fow?”  (translation: What did you do that for?) Alana questioned, with the peanut butter suck in her mouth.

“You should eat healthy.” I plainly said.

Oh god now I sound like a mom!

“Ugh, sisters!” Alana threw her hands up in exasperation.

“Where is father?” I asked curiously.

“Oh, um, just some stupid business meeting, he said he would be back in two days, if that.” Alana rolled her eyes. She didn’t have the best relationship with our father, probably because he was never around like a normal dad. He was always on business trips, at meetings or on assignments. He never spent time with us anymore, when mom was here he used to be home all the time, but we have all been different since . . . then.

“Oh, okay, well I’m off to my party. Behave, don’t burn down the house, don’t answer the phone and don’t let anyone in the house. Okay?” I went over the rules one last time as I backed out of the house.

I was almost away until Alana had to bring it up, “Be safe! And always wea—” I quickly shut the door before I had to hear that last part. Alana thought I was a slut or something because she had found a box of condoms under my bed a few weeks ago and luck for me, she had had a sex ed. class that day and had learned about them. But seriously, who teaches 12 year old about condoms?! They were actually Alessia’s, but because she was grounded she couldn’t keep them in her room, afraid that her parents would do one of those full room searches for drugs and sorts. So she gave them to me to keep ‘safe’.  

About a half a mile later of walking I had gotten to the party. There were cars lined up on the curb and you could hear the music and shouts of the party goers inside. There were random couples making out on the lawn, even one that was rolling around in the grass, I was very tempted to shout at them to get a room.

‘Now this is my type of party’ I thought, smirking as I walked into the house full of dancing bodies.

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“Chug, chug, chug, chug!” the chanting was barely heard, I had one goal. I gulped the last of the unknown liquid in the bottle. I felt like I was out of my body, like I was watching myself from afar, like I was dreaming. People cheer at me and I giggle happy for no reason. I was so not myself, everything fascinated me.

Slamming the bottle down, suddenly feeling dizzy, I grabbed onto the person next to me. Looking at the person I was clinging to, I noticed that it was my ex.

‘Great’ my hazy brain thought.

Two unknown bottles later, I found myself against a wall with a tongue down my throat. Once my senses I roughly pushed my assaulter away. It was my ex, how dare he! To add to that I spit in his face and kicked him in his family jewels. While he bent down grabbing onto his crotch. Wondering away I found we were outside. I groaned as I wobbled down the city streets towards home.

Out of nowhere, for no reason I started some hysterical laughter. In my fit of laughter I didn’t hear the clatter of three feet increasing behind me. So I didn’t expect to be grabbed from behind and have a bag put over my head. I screamed but there was a gruff hand was slapped over my mouth.

The next thing I remember is my captor delivering a blow to my stomach.        

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okay go easy on me im only 13, i have never gotten drunk before! so dont blame me if im wrong on the drunk part okay. i had to look it up on freakin google!!!!!!!!! i know its pityful!

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