ROSE RETRIBUTION

Chaper 1

Dedicated to @sichanH

This girl wouldn't stop pestering me about an update and I love her for it.

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

Raising my palm, it found the source that woke me from my restless slumber. After hitting the stop button on my alarm, I signed, dreading the routine I had been given for so long now.

Rolling over on my back, shit. It just came to me that I had hit the snooze button a couple of times before. Shotting up after the realization, my eyes found the red flashing numbers on my digital alarm clock. Ignoring the pain that stab my eyes from snapping them open, only to be with met the bright morning sun beam.

"Fuck. Fuck."  Groaning, I rushed to get ready for the days activities. I can't believe I am about to be late again and even worst, I dread the kind of punishment I may receive for being late.

And if you think my day couldn't get any worst.

It did, as I just recalled it's also the first day of school. God, how much I hate school.

Don't get me wrong, I don't have anything against learning and education or school for that matter. I actually love it, but it's the people in school I hate.

People who are bullies, bitches and more bullies. Bullying not all, but one. Me.

And I can bet you can't guess why.

Well, let's just put it this way, it's simply because of what I am.

You see I never asked for this, to be surrounded or living amongst these creatures. I didn't have a say, a choice, I was place into this life. After everything that had happen when I was younger, you'd think they would have sent me back to live with my own kind, but they chose not to. To them it's easier to torment me, it's easier to take away my freedom and cause me pain.

Because someone had to pay. Pay for things I had nothing to do with. Things that doesn't even make sense. They say I should be the one to pay, but had I not pay more than enough when I lost the one person who loved me, the one person who would move mountains for me?

Anyway, I am scared of what today's torments will be.

I am afraid, because they have the power to do anything they want, because I don't have the strenght to fight back, literally.

Trust me, I had tried standing up for myself, I had tried fighting back, only to be reminded of the obvious fact I am only human. A fragile human against werewolves, who had snapped my arm like a twig.

And oh... believe me, it had hurt. From then on, I held my head down, avoiding them at all possible cost. Speaken when only spoken to, not meeting any of their eyes, because it would mean I was challenging them, if I did.

They had never fail to remind me that I should always remember my place in their pack. The scars on my back is a constant reminder itself.

They had given me the lowest rank, lower than an omega. Simply because I wasn't one of them. They all treated me like shit, like a rag doll with no respect, no common decency at all, but not that I care. I just wanted my freedom, something that seems so far fetch.

Now, another morning. Another day in hell.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." I cursed again as I almost fell flat on my face rushing down the stairs and out the front door before he could stop me, with my school bag in hand.

Running down the dirt road, I felt sweat bathe my forehead as my heart hammered away with the fear of not being on time. I reach the big house in half the time it would take me if I wasn't late. I was glad to find the house empty free of fucked-up teenagers, knowing that everyone will be down early because it's the first day of school.