Double the Rejection, Double the Love...What Is A Girl To Do?

Chapter Five

After Nellie fixed my panties, bra, and dress she placed me at the table. Nicolas set two more plates on both sides of me and told me to start eating without them. I nodded and slowly picked up part of the sandwich. Somehow Nic must have know I liked my sandwiches cut in fours, I smiled as I take a small bite of one of them.

When I looked up I blushed, Nellie was kneeling on the floor cleaning off the mess I made with some very strong cleaning whips and gloves while Nicolas cleaned some of the dishes. Putting my sandwich down I got up and took a towel that was hanging from the handle of the stove. As I picked up a pan from the drying rack Nicolas turned to me.

"Go sit down, baby. Nell and I can take care of this." he said, softly.

I just shook my head and continued. I wanted to help. They shouldn't have to clean up after me.

"Mel," Nellie said, making me turn to her almost immediately, "you don't have to do that."

"I-I know, I want to help. I don't l-like just sitting there while you two do all the work. It's not fair." I said softly, as I got on my knees next to Nel. Nellie's eyes softened and a smile came across her face.

"You are such a sweetheart." Nellie said before leaning in and kissing me on the lips. Fireworks exploded inside my chest and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her neck and cuddle into her chest.

My whole life all anybody had ever done to me was hurt. If anyone ever showed me some form of kindness it was always fake or shortly ended in some joke or where the kind person themselves was treated poorly and then hated me. When I suck in a deep breath an old memory floods my senses and I whimper.

At the time I was only ten. I was still allowed out of the pack house at this time for school because the current Alpha said he didn't want any of his pack to be labeled as stupid...even if I was just a weak runt of an omega. The school year was just picking up from winter break, a time that was special for those with their families. As most mornings, I walked myself to the school. When I got closer to the crosswalk that lead to the school I accidentally bumped into someone. Before I could catch myself I fell backwards onto some nearby grass.

"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered on my words, not wanting to look up in case it was one of the kids who bullied me at school. Slowly, the person I bumped into knelt beside me.

"Are you alright?" the girl asked, concern filled her eyes. She had beautiful green eyes with black hair and when standing she would have been a couple inces taller. Even at ten years old I was smaller than most children.

"Ye-Yeah, I'm ok." I said quietly.

Before I could go to stand back up the girl's hand shot out. I flinched back, expecting to be smacked or punched. But the stinging pain that had become common to me didn't arrive. Slowly, I opened my eyes. The girl's hand was reached out to help me up. A look of confusion crossed her face but before she can question me on what just happened I take her hand and smile.

"Thank you," I say, "Are you new to the school?"

"Yes," she nodded, "we just moved herea few weeks ago, right before the holiday. My grandma just lost my grandfather."

Our conversation continued on into the school. When we arrived I lead the new girl to the office.

"Good morning, girls," said the front desk lady in a friendly tone but I stayed back a bit. Behind closed doors of the pack house she could be one of the meaner adults towards me. "How can I help you? Is Melilla bothering you, honey?"

"No," the new girl shook her head. "My name is Megan Smith. I'm new. My parents said I was to come to the office first thing today to find out where I would be placed."

"Ah!" the front desk lady said, "your teacher is Ms. Black. Melilla, that is your teacher, correct?"

Afraid to say anything I nod my head. The look in the lady's eyes says that I'll be punished at home.

"Good. Show Miss. Smith to the room and introduce her to the teacher, will you." the lady asks but I know it's a demand.

"Yes, ma'am," I say before leading Megan back out of the office.

When I get to the classroom I do as am asked and introduce Megan to Ms. Black. Before I know it the school bell rings and the other children push their way to their desks, shoving me into the far back corner where my desk is. I sigh and take a seat. Megan is sat in the chair two desks in front of mine. As the class settles down, she turns to me with a smile. I give her a small smile back.

For the first few weeks Megan and I were close. We played and worked together in class but all too soon my bullies took notice to her. Missy, a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, saw how nice Megan treated me. I remember that look of pure rage that crossed Missy's face when she saw me playing with Megan that first day. In no time the new girl who had been my first friend was treating me like I was her worst enemy.

I remember the day clearly. On the walk to school Megan wasn't waiting for me like normally, then at lunch when I went to sit by her she got up and moved all the way to the other side of the room and wouldn't meet my eyes, and finally, that afternoon when we got to go outside to play Megan and Missy came over to me with a pair of scissors. Before I could understand what was going on Missy yanked me into the bathroom. When I came out my hair was shredded up. I didn't know what to do. If I told someone what happened no one would care. I was hurt that my friend would do something like that to me. But that was just the start. Into middle school and until my alpha made me drop out of high school Megan and Missy worked hard to make my life a living hell.

"Melilla!" Nellie cried out, her body shaking. She quickly lifted me into her lap. Pushing my head into her neck and brushing my hair away from my face. "Baby, what was that?"

"M-My only friend a-as a ch-child. She h-h-hurt me." I told Nellie, stuttering.

"Oh, baby girl..." Nel started, not knowing what to say. Her hand began to rub my back.

"Take Melilla and go sit down. I'm done with the dishes. I will finish cleaning this mess. I want both my girls eating. This won't take me too long." Nicolas told us as he knelt down in front of us.

He gave us both a soft kiss on our forheads and turned around, picking up where Nellie and I left off. As Nellie stood with me wrapped in her arms a whimper came out of me. But it wasn't mine.

"Lilli, it's ok." Nicolas said, recognizing what was going on. My hybrid part was surfacing. Nellie pulled away slightly and let out a gasp.

"Her eyes," Nellie said. "They're purple."

"Calm her down, Nel. Distract her. I'll be there in two minutes. Mom would have our heads mounted over the fire place if any of this gets left behind." Nic says.

"Mine!" Molli growls, my arms and legs wrap a little tighter around my Nellie.

"Yes, baby, yours. We are all yours." Nic says as he wipes off my remaining liquid off the lower counter. He speeds over and sits behind me, wrapping his arms around both Nel and me, "And you, my love, are ours."

Question: It's been a while since I've really updated or wrote anything. Anyways, I'd like to incorporate what my readers like. So please message or comment on what you want in this story. Reading through this one I found it could hint at a sort of DD/lg and a MD/lg feel but I'm not sure if I'll go that way with this one or not.