Only Alpha's (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Chapter 1: *GRAMMAR AND SPELLING EDITED*

Deborah Dyson's POV:

"Why," I thought as I sat in my room, silently sobbing as I clean my cuts I have all over my arms.

"Out of everyone, why me," I thought again.

Well, a small voice in my head said, you are a fat slut, so why not?

As I was 'going crazy', as I like to say it, I accidently put too much pressure on the cut near the veins of my wrist, I winced.

People may think that I'm a freak that cuts my both arms everyday so that I can get attention or wallow in self-pity, and also getting pitiful eyes from others.

But in actual fact, no, I those are not my intentions. I didn't even cause those scratched and deep cuts.

Then who did? You may wonder. That is an entirely different story that starts from my past, and I'm not ready to say and think about it much yet, but maybe, just maybe, if someone helps me with this torturous hell and help me get by my past, then I will be open to sharing my story.

But who am I kidding?

There is no "happy ever after" in "reality" and "life".

"Deborah!” my bitch-of-a-"mother" yelled out for me, "Get your fat, slutty ass down here this instance, or else..."

That bitch didn't even have to finish her threat as I ran down quickly, almost tripping on my foot.

As I was walking down, I thought, I thought she was done for tonight.

Apparently not.

"Y-yes, mother?" I looked down at my toes while I quietly whispered.

"Just got a call from my boss, he is moving to a small town called "Renders Town", so I'm moving too. So go get packed, we are leaving tomorrow morning at 6am. You better me fucking prepared by then." My mother said as she looked at me with hatred I don't understand since I was young.

"O-okay mother. B-but what about school?" I mumbled towards my mother once again.

"Such a stupid bitch, obviously you'll attend school there, DO YOU THINK I'M THAT RETARDED?!" She screamed at the end, as I flinched when I saw her pocket knife threatening to land on my arms once again.

Luckily, she decided she was already done for today, plus I had enough cuts on my arm, so she kept her knife and walked towards her room.

Okay, you must be wondering why my mum wants to move in with her boss. The reason is because she is a slut (sorry not sorry, mother, but it's true) and she loves money, so she sticks with her boss everywhere he goes.

Personally, I think it is fucking pathetic.

I started panicking as I wonder how it is like in Renders Town and stuff like that, and if I would fit in there.

Who am I kidding, obviously not. I don't even fit in the school I am in now.

Breathe in and out, Deborah, I told myself.

After I'm calmed, I went up to my room and stuff all necessary belongings of mine into 2 of my old travel backpacks and went to sleep straight away, hoping that tomorrow's moving turns out well, as well as my mother's mood.

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*RING RING*

My alarm clock goes. I off my alarm and looked at the time.

Phew, I mumbled, it is only 4:30am.

I get out of bed without any time wasted after that and went to take a shower, brush my teeth, wash my face and brush my hair. I then slipped on some random, old, baggy long-sleeved t-shirt and long cargo pants; both bought using my own money from a warehouse sale long time ago.

As I did all that stuff, I realised it is already 5:00am. I dashed down to the kitchen and started to prepare my mother's favourite strawberry pancake.

After I'm done with the pancakes, it is already 5:35 and my mother is walking down the stairs. Without any orders, I went up to her room and take all her belongings, which consist of 4 big boxes and 4 travel bag.

Just as I am done with all the moving of my mum's stuff from the second floor to the first, the movers’ truck arrived at 6:00am sharp, and I didn't have the time to eat my breakfast.

But it is not like my mother will leave some for me, no matter how many pancakes I cook.

"LETS GO DEBORAH!" my mum yelled at me.

I inwardly groaned as I dragged my exhausted body and my own travel bag across the living room, out to the garage, where my beat up old truck is and my mother's new, white 2014 Camaro ZL1 convertible is.

I hopped into my truck and I accidently brushed my cut-up arms against the doors, wincing.

Mother threw me our new address that is written in a notebook and the house key, so I could get into the house without my mother's key.

Before I could even start up my engine, mother's car sped off into the main road, leaving me all alone.

Well, let's go then.

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