Trust Me, Alpha.

Chapter 3 - Died from Having no Social Life

Belle POV (Before)

“Where are you going, anyway?” Beau walks over to where I am, looking at me packing up.

“I told you, I’m going back to our pack for the weekend. Mom is busy cooking and hanging out with the other pack’s moms and I haven’t even seen Dad more than twice this whole week we’ve been here.”  I finish getting my clothes together, and almost decide I’m ready before remembering I might want to wear pajamas while I’m there.

“You’re lucky. Dad’s been making go to all the meetings and train with him, I feel like I haven’t slept in 3 days.” Since Beau’s the oldest, he gets to become Beta. I wouldn’t want to anyway, more things people expect me to do perfectly? Thanks, I think my 50 other tasks are enough. He looks horrible though, there are lines under his blue eyes, and his dark brown hair is disheveled and all over the place. Poor guy.

“And yet you still have enough energy to annoy me on a constant basis.” I tease, stuffing my pajamas in my bag. I love my family, but I need to talk to some other people every once in a while, or I might implode, which would be a very lame death.

‘Here lies Belle Marie Winter, age 17, died from having no social life.’ I shake my head and continue packing. “Come on Beast, our 18th birthday is in like a week. I think I can handle a weekend back home.”

Beau surprised me and hugged me, while I stiffened and stayed frozen until he released me. I let out a breath. It’s not that I hate when people touch me, just when they hug me. When someone hugs you it’s a sign of caring about you, not even affection necessarily and since I’m almost at a breaking point of crying usually, when someone hugs me I feel like the dam of tears I’ve kept back all these years is about to break.

Beau takes my cell phone and charger off the bed and place it in my bag. “Come on, I’ll take your stuff to the car.”

I smile at my brother, “Thanks, Beast. And please cover for me if dad or mom asks you?”

He rolls his eyes at me, “The things I do for you…”

*.* I cannot hold back anymore.

*o* I must sing!

\(-o-)/ Yodelaiyodelaiyodelaieehoo!!!

I've been driving for an hour or so, and I can safely say I'm bored out of my mind. I turned up the radio full blast, and tried not to think. Since the current pop station I'm listening to has played the same song 5 times since I got in the car, I decided to stop at a gas station.

I got a bag of Ruffles and an Arizona tea, then stood in line behind two other people. I glanced at the clock on the wall, it was 2 pm and I wasn't even half way there, I groaned internally.

After getting my snacks and getting into the car, I decided to just put the aux cable in my phone and play some of my music. Don't Rain on My Parade by: Barbara Streisand started playing. I'm a theater geek, okay? Plus she slays in this song.

I love to sing but I’m only in theater because my mom wants me to “participate” more. What more can I do, though?

At school back home I'm known as Ms. Perfect by pretty much anyone. I get great grades, there's not even a slight blemish on my record, I'm genuinely nice to everyone, teachers and adults love me, I'm always the star in the school plays. There's only one problem. That's not me. That's the "perfect" person character I play everyday.

Almost 4 years ago now in November, you could find me in my bedroom. Crying, staring at a wall, wondering what I ever did to deserve to exist. I didn’t have anything better to do, at school I was bullied except when my brother was around. What horrible thing did me or my ancestors do to make me exist, I questioned everyday. There were horrors in the world, and so much more sadness and pain than happiness. I didn’t want to be a part of the pain, anymore.