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"I'm sorry! I can't help what my ranking is. I thought you would be accepting of me."
He rolled his eyes at me.
"Whatever. You're just a stupid, useless omega."
Tears start falling down at the mention of my ranking. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"I thought we were best friends." He scoffs.
"You aren't my best friend anymore. You are just a stupid, male omega that no one will want as their omega."
I jolted awake when I felt someone shake my shoulder.
"Mitchy?" I said as I looked up.
"Sorry, honey. It's just me." I frowned and tears filled my eyes when I saw it was just my mother's face.
I turn towards my night stand to see the picture of Mitch and me, but I found that the frame was placed face down. It has been this way since Mitch told me that I wasn't his best friend anymore, but that doesn't mean he isn't mine.
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"Oh Scotty. It's going to be okay." She says trying to comfort me by holding me close to her.
"Why does he hate me? Why does it still hurt? I-I thought we w-were b-best f-friends. I wanted h-him to be m-my a-a-al..." I couldn't finish, it hurt too much because he'll never want to be alpha.
"Shhh...Hush now. I know it hurts, he isn't worth your tears. If he really was your best friend, then he'll come around. Now let's go to sleep, huh?" I nodded.
Mom left the room, but quickly returned with a glass of water and some melatonin to help me fall asleep.
"Take this and I'll sing you to sleep. How does that sound?"
"Good." I replied quietly after taking the small capsule.
I laid down and put my head in her lap. She began playing with my hair and started to hum to lure me into sleep. And within a few minutes, I was fast asleep.
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"Is he upstairs?" I hear a faint voice say.
"Yeah, he's upstairs." I recognize my mother's voice say.
"How's he doing, Mama Hoying?"
"Kirstin, he's still hurting. Why did Mitchell do this? To my baby boy? I thought he was better than this. We all thought he would be accepting him the most..." She continues to ramble, but I couldn't hear anything else she says.
The mention of Mitch's name brings tears to my eyes.
