The Lament Of An Abused Omega

Chapter 1 - Escape? No, you go, I'll stay.

I sigh, looking at my "watch" it was just a piece of metal with the time stamped on it, that hardly worked. I didn't need it, anyway. I already knew the routine. Wake up at 4:30, make breakfast, tend to the bedrooms (if a pack-member is up, which is hardly ever), do the laundry, (the others usually do that - we have 2 other Omega's, we hardly know our own names - it's just omega 1, 2, and 3.) and then go to our rooms. We try to sneak food, but it's like they can tell if we're thinking it; or Lupus is against us, because the second we try to sneak food, even if it's 4:31, a pack member will come down and beat us "Like the filth we are" and then we get a lecture from our alpha - my dad. And if we're lucky, not another beating.

Opening up the basement door slowly, because it creaks, and it'd wake someone up, we, the omegas, file out of the room, 1, 2, 3, skinny, pale, sickly looking werewolves, climb up the stairs to the 1st floor, scared of a random beating from someone who might be up at this hour. "We need to get food," Omega 2, Eclair whispered.

"I know, but they just seem to know..." Omega 3, Lucille whispered back.

I just nodded. I hadn't spoken in forever. After my dad made me omega, I hadn't spoken. Because speaking means beatings. No happiness here, just depression and sickness, in this house. Unless you're above "omega" status. Anyway, even bread would be nice. And some water. We hadn't had any in 3 days, and werewolves can only last a week without dying without water.

"We need water, too." Lucille whispered, "but, what if we get caught sneaking out, like last time?" We had tried to sneak out to get water at 2:00 am, but... Someone heard us. Alpha was notified, and we were nearly killed. Well, I was. I "told" them I was responsible for the plan of sneaking out of the pack-house, to get water. Oh we got water - we got it dumped on us. But, it was water - and water is water. That was 3 days ago.

"We have to take that chance, Luci." Eclair called Lucille, Lucy. What would we call ourselves, "Omega 1" "omega 2" and "omega 3"? to be honest, the pack members probably think that. I wouldn't put it past them. I whisper for the first time in years - 10, to be exact, I was 7 when I was made omega, "We leave and don't come back. Let's pack our things, and sneak out tonight, after everything's done."

The others nodded. "We may be rogues, but at least we'll be free. And together." Lucille and I, we went to make breakfast, and Eclair went to do the laundry.

"Hello, alpha." Lucille whispered, head down, trying not to get beaten today, and I bowed my head, too, even though I wouldn't speak anymore. I don't think they knew I spoke at all.

"Hmph, Omegas, you're not working fast enough, hurry up," My 'dad' snapped, and smacked me specifically, in the face, and then left. Was he trying to prove he didn't have a "favorite"?

"I'm sorry, Sachi." Lucille called me that, because it meant "Blessed". As far as I can tell, I'm cursed. I should be called, Lola, because it means "sorrows" I know this because Lucille was made an omega when she was 13, and she had searched this stuff up a lot.

I shake my head, trying to get rid of the pain, and continue cutting up the sausage. After putting that in the oven, I open up the pantry, and grab pancake mix. I tried pancakes once, when I was 6, I don't remember what it tastes like. I think it tasted good, but I don't know.

"We just have to wait, Sachi," Lucille promised. She said her name meant 'light,' in latin. Wonderful name, really. But, she hasn't met her mate yet - hopefully he will, and he won't reject her, and then she'll be taken from this terrible place. If he accepts her, that is.

I shake my head again. I wasn't leaving, I'm too stubborn for that. I'll take them to the border, which was about 100 acres away, and then turn around and go back, and tell the pack we tried to escape, but rogues got us, and I abandoned them. I'll be known as an Apollyon, and probably be banished, or killed. Because being a traitor is the worst thing a wolf can commit. "Hey, Sachi, you spoke this morning; please speak again." Lucille begged, but I ignored her, and took the sausage out of the oven, and then flipped a pancake.