The Strongest Female Alpha (On Hold)

Chapter VI

Jason Adams- First Born Son (Amelia)                                

 Jake Adams - Second Son (Amelia)

Justin Adams - Third Son (Lorie)

Jace Adams - Fourth Son (Chloe)

Jacob Adams - Fifth Son (Chloe)

Jaden Adams - Sixth Son (Samantha)

James Adams - Seventh Son (Amelia)

Eric Adams – Eighth Son (Lilly)

Enjoy thanks for waiting... ^_^

ERIC

Father stop! Please, I didn't do it to anger you... please father forgive me...

He keeps beating me, punching me.

 

Father please I beg you...

He grabbed my neck and dragged me toward the house. I kept on crying and crying, I looked at the people who were just staring at me. My brothers were smirking, enjoying the tortures my father giving me. My skin was full of abrasion from the dragging. I keep begging to my father so he would stop but it kept him from moving and beating.

We came at the house and went to farthest place which located the basement.

 

No, please father... I don't want to go there. It's dark there...

My voice was hoarse from crying, my cheeks were wet from my tears and my nose was full of snot. They were not helping me...

 

Mother... Help me...

 

No one will going to help you. You disobeyed me, so you disobeyed the pack. He hissed.

 

I didn't do it... please father, believed me.

He kept me dragging until he threw me in his man made prison. It's enveloped with faulty smells, the bars were rusty. He locked me again in the dirty basement. There is only a small square window that allowing the sunlight to enter in a dark basement. A dim light bulb that hangs in the ceiling was the lights that cover the dark basement.

 

Mother... I whispered.

 

You will be locked here until you stop lying and you learned your lesson. He grabbed my chin hard and let go like he's disgusted looking at me. He locked the door and mumbles something which I can't hear clearly.

As 7 years old, only 1 year after my mother died, they treated me like a pest. They showed me their true color, the beating, the pranks, the crap they did to me every single day.  My step moms keep convincing my father that I was a curse; that I should not live just like my mother.

I clung to myself tighter keeping my body warm from the coldness of the floor. The rats squeaking and crawling like any other bugs and insect in the basement. I cried and cried until my eyes were red and swollen. The dim light bulb didn't accustomed the blackness of the surrounding.  

I never did it, it was brother... I sobbed.

My brothers, they trapped me, they don't like me at all. How could they do this to me?