Little Omega

Chapter Seven

Scotty's P.O.V

I have been awake for hours which feel like years and I have no clue as to why I'm here. I miss my mates. Are they even looking for me? Well, I did say I should leave. Looks like I finally got my wish. Seeing as these do not look like the pack's cells, looks like another wish of mine was granted as well. I'm finally away from that wretched pack. More so that horrible Alpha. All pack members deserve to be treated with respect, unless they commit a crime that strips away said respect. The only wrong thing I did was being born I guess. Now maybe they will find a couple of nice girls to settle down with and have a whole load of pups with. It is hard to ignore the jealousy and hurt that rips through my being at that thought. It is for the best. That doesn't mean I can't miss what could have been. What would it have been like it we were mated and happy? The blush that ignites my face is an answer enough. I was ripped out of my thoughts by a loud screeching noise. Looking up, I am momentarily blinded by a bright light and three figures. Once my eyes adjust to the light, I look up again and see the three figures more clearly. They are all girls. The one in the center has on a really short skirt, if you can even call it that, a tight pink blouse with her boobs practically hanging out of the hem, poor shirt looks like it's going to rip any second, 8 inch pink pumps, straight blond hair that goes a little past her shoulders, and dull green eyes The other to look the same except the one on her right has black hair with blue streaks and brown eyes while on her left has black hair and dark brown eyes that look almost black. They would look a lot prettier without the hate in their eyes and those nasty sneers marring their faces. Hate looks good on no one. It just makes you look old and sad in my opinion. It wears you down. Just like a grudge. It takes to much energy to go out of your way and hate someone. It's not worth it. If these are people you don't want to be around or associate yourself with, why carry the baggage they dump on you. They are not worth it.

Did they raid Barbie's closet, or did Barbie come and puke on them or something? I mean really all that pink. It hurts slightly to look at them. "Ah, the little whore is finally up," said the one in the center. Whore? Whore! Have they looked in the mirror lately? Never mind that dumb question. I bet they always carry a little compact mirror to look at those ugly, stale, cake faces of theirs. Look at the pot calling the kettle black. Though I am not what she says I am. "Hey, little whore I'm Brittany and stay away from Ryder. He. Is. Mine you homewrecking slut." said the one in the center with venom in her voice, as she marched up to me and scratched my face with her cheap manicured nails breaking the skin leaving 4 bleeding gashes on the side of my face. She looked at the skin under her nails and shook her hand in disgust, dislodging the skin. The feeling is mutual you bitch. I can't help but glare at her in disgust. It's common sense that if you scratch someone with your nails, the skin will go under your nails. Ha, you're not much of a linear thinker, are you?

"I'm Lisa and STAY AWAY FROM ASH YOU HOMO PIECE OF TRASH!" screamed the one with the dark eyes in my face while stomping on my side with her very pointy heel. She kept stomping till we heard the sickening crack of 3 ribs. Was that really worth it? Was the necessary? Did it make you feel better to stomp on someone that could not fight back? I hope those moments of stomping on me really boosted your nonexistent self-image. "I'm Sarah and back the FUCK away from Drake you little nasty bitch." said the one with blue streaks in her hair. She grabbed me by my hair and started smashed my head against the wall against the wall. Again, with this abuse? This is not a fair fight! At least let me fight back you cowards! After about two smashes, she releases my hair, even though I am sure a good chunk is now missing. With the only support for my head missing my body crumples to the ground. Who do they think they are? Oh yeah, that's right. They think they belong with my mates. Ha! In their dreams. They proceed to sashay out of the cell, slamming the door on their way, not helping my headache. I spit out the blood that has accumulated in my mouth, as far in front of me as I can, stopping just an inch shy of the door. I don't need your names. All I need to know about you is that you are a no good, mates stealing, dirty hoes. That is plenty of information for me.

The fading sound of their heels clicking is the only indication that they have left. I let the disgust that I feel for those females consume my body. What kind of self-respecting woman goes after someone else's destined mate? Why even bother kidnapping me? If they really wanted me out of the picture, then they should have killed me. When I asked for some females to take up their sides, I asked for NICE ones. I wonder what happened to them to make them into some vindictive bitches. Either way, it is no excuse for the atrocities they have committed here today. I can feel my conscious mind slipping away as the corners of my sight slowly fade away into oblivion. My last thoughts before being consumed by the darkness were Ryder, Ash, Drake help me please.