Beware the Alphas claim

My roomate growls can I exchange him?

--2 years later--

"She's my sister so get out of my way," I heard a gruff voice yell thorough the metal door to my room.

Due to the sever protesting and annoyingly girly voice I can already tell Doctor Carter is trying his best to prolong my stay at this mental house and at a last ditch effort convince my brother I truly belonged here.

Doctor Carter was a sick jerk. It was almost as if he enjoyed the thought of mentally instable people. As if he found it fascinating that they were suffering because he had an excuse to use them for his personal experiments.

A clock behind my head ticked and as each plastic arm on the clock shifted I used it to count the seconds when my brother would enter and save me from this damn room.

10 seconds

20

150

300

A thud made me look away from the mesmerizing ticking from the wall clock. My brother stood at the now open door with Doctor Carter grumpily behind him.

I looked Dylan over and noticed how over the past two years his boyish face turned manly as five 0'clock shadow could be seen on his once smooth face. Also his dirty blond hair no longer layed in a playful mop, but instead was cut and styled and his facial features and muscles seemed sharper and more defined.

Although you could argue he was the one to send me here. As time passed I found out my mother was the one who actually did it. When my brother told my parents they agreed to keep it a secret and that they would watch over my mental stability to see if I had any signs of a mental illness. 

My Mother being the B!tch she is wasn't so keen on keeping a 'crazy person' so close to her. Behind my fathers back she called a mental hospital to come get me and by the time my brother and father arrived she had already signed a contract and paid for me to reside here for 3 years.

Since I didn't show any signs of mental instability i'm being let off early and transferred to Oghommis Academy; a school for rich peoples problematic children.

I now sat in my room at my parents house and I could hear the sound of hushed voices from downstairs. It was my parents no doubt as they have been arguing ever since I came home from the mental institution but this time it was different. 

The argument wasn't loud nor were there threats of divorce from my mother, which she would never actually do as my dad was her source of income. Instead this fight could have been dismissed as a simple conversation. I thought it was, that is until my brother quietly crept into my room. 

He pulled me from my position on my bed, pulled a book from my bookshelf which activated a secret door that led to my dad's downstairs office.

I'm sure I was looking at my brother as if he belonged in that mental house and not me when he whispered, "You need to hear this." 

"Don't act like you didn't know I slept around," My mother lashed out. Her posh voice sent chills down my spine and her cold eyes were sending daggers at my dad. She was the cold one out of my two parents; the one with a taste best suited to wear expensive pearls and diamond encrusted detailing, but unfortunately for her she wasn't born wealthy. Nope my dad was the sucker who fell in love with my gold digging mother.

I watched from the other side of a part of the office wall, through a double sided mirror, as my dad and mom argued yet their conversation was confusing me.

"You sent her to a mental Institute when you knew they couldn't do anything to help her. AND YOU CALL YOURSELF HER MOTHER." My dad said as he whisper yelled the last sentence; his anger getting the best of him.