The Alpha saved me

It was in the late November that my mother left me.
By Christmas Day my father had already bought all the alcoholic beverages in every store, blindingly ruining our little family tradition of staying sober and enjoy the jolly day. Drowning away his sorrows was the only way he expressed his hurt, that and the fact he lashes out on me. My mum was the one who originally had the idea of not drinking, I never knew why really.
He uses me as a punching bag, not that I care of course, since I am supposedly the one that caused my mothers unexpected death. At first it started with a mere pinch and shove, but as the pain took over him and progressed so did the threats and beatings.
Socialising was one of my weaker skills after being constantly battered and let down by my fathers promises, now it seems that my mind can't help but transform people's kind and gentle features into my fathers cold and menacing glare.
And of course being selected for a debate club was absolutely pointless. The chairman always boasting about a child has a right to an opinion, however with that right there comes a responsibility which is of course respecting and listening to people's thoughts and of course I believe their opinions are irrelevant to the topic. That and the fact I never listened to the topic we was discussing, never put my opinion out, never spoke, in fact I sat in the corner and listened to music praying for my life to improve.
There's also the thought of society encouraging young child to grow up, starve themselves, smoke or experiment with their bodies, just to clarify that means sex.

These weren't the only miserable factors that consisted my life, I was a werewolf. Cursed since the day I was born. Obviously God decided I would pick up my mothers genes and turn into an animal.
I was yet to find my mate.
I was yet to face rejection.
Kill me now.