Recover

Chapter Three

I don't know how hard I was hit, but my vision has dark pulsing spots and my head is throbbing as I slip in and out of consciousness. Mr. Alpha has been yelling and I hear someone crack their neck, ready for a fight. A cold shiver runs down my spine and there is a pain in my heart that makes me want to whimper at the thought of him getting hurt.

     What the hell is wrong with you? Snap out of it! You got be freaking kidding me. I put a knife to the guy's throat for Pete sake. I start to wonder when I'll fully wake up or be fully unconscious and all of a sudden it feels like I had slipped into a warm bath and every cell was alive. I feel at peace and after a second it all goes dead cold and black. A light turns on in front of me and a wave shock whips around me. Am I awake? Slowly I move closer to it and my parents appear in their living room.

     My mom has tears running down her doll-like face and my father is in deep thought. My old Beta, Mitch, is sitting across from them and so is Dr. Larson. Mitch and Dr. Larson shift uncomfortably not knowing what to do.

     "Why?" My mom's heart broken sob comes out, "Why was she not born a cub?!"

     Dr. Larson finally can tell them the theory, "We believe because you and John," he motions to my father, "were such a pure breed mix it over loaded the DNA, but there may be a possibly that she can change when she is older." His eyes dart around the room feeling nervous for their response.

     My mom's eyes glisten with hope, my father's come back to the surface and rage quickly slips in. "All of us have been born cubs. We have no clue the pain of a change will feel to a human. We are all of pure blood, she is a disgrace to this family!" My father snaps.

     My vision blurs again and I see as I grow older in seconds. My small baby legs move steadily across the blue carpet and I clap and laugh at the accomplishment, my first time walking. My blonde hair is in two pigtails that go down to my shoulders, swinging my Powerpuff Girls lunch box I head of to my first day of school. It's my freshmen year and I struggle to study for the algebra test and a boy with curly blonde hair that covers his left eye sits down and kisses me on the cheek, Ricky, my first boyfriend.

     Those were the happy memories. My parents shunned me and looked at me disgusted and did not fail to do it daily. The day I didn't need to be breast fed anymore I was handed over to the Beta's wife to be taken care of. Still, I saw my parents but I never lived with them.

     The Beta's wife, Sara, was the closest thing I had to a mother, the price I had to pay for my care was constant chores and my punishments were the extreme. Once she locked me in a closet for a day without food and water when I was ten because I didn't say thank you after she gave me my food. After I got out she made me wait 3 hours, till dinner that night to eat.

     I feel like there is salt being rubbed into newly opened old wounds, then we stop on my 16 birthday; the day I was supposed to change, but I told my parents I wasn't going to. Because I didn't want to.

     "Mom!" I scream as my whole world collapses. My dad hits me in the jaw with his fist. I manage to suppress a scream and as I lay there crumpled on the ground, my father picks me up by my once blonde hair.

     "You're not my daughter. You disgusted me the second you were born and you just killed your chance for redemption," he spits.

      Quickly I chanted the words I thought I would never of heard me say, the only words that had been running through my mind my whole life. The ancient words fell of my tongue, "I as a child of the moon, of the Crescent pack break the bond to my father, my Alpha."

     He lets go of my hair as he felt the painful feeling of a hate filled breaking bond of a pack mate.  One that wouldn't hurt, but the fact that it wasn't asked to be broken, that I decided it, that I broke my loyalty, shattered the Alpha's soul for a moment.

     But what broke both my parents was that I also broke the bond of their daughter, that pain made them collapse. I bolted out of that room with red stained hair from blood, a swollen cheek and a broken heart that would soon be ice.

    My heart feels like it's slowly crumbling, why did these memories resurface when they've been buried for so long? I try to push back my emotions, to once again build my wall and show to the world I haven't lost yet. The images of my so called parents pass in front of my mind, I feel no love or desire of acceptance, no sorrow, only hatred.

     It bubbles and floods over me, they don't deserve me. They could die tomorrow and I would happily burn their corpses and dance on the ashes. I'm not such a person to be so cruel and cold-hearted but I don't take it back. Before they die I'll show  them that even through all the crap they put me through I'm whole, not dead, stronger than them and don't give a rat's ass about them or their approval.

     Once again my vision goes black and materializing in the air I see my parents and they're walking towards me. Both have a grim and angry look and then they speak, "Disgrace, you just want to ruin our reputation don't you?" They continue to move closer and I can't move, my body isn't listening. Their dead eyes fill my vision as I'm forced to stand there. My father's stone cold hands wrap around my neck.