Natalie
“NATALIE!!! You better be up and ready! You were supposed to be doing your duties at the pack house 10 minutes ago.” My mother, Mary, yelled. Mom is a beautiful woman, with black hair and brown eyes. Although, that is where all the beauty stops.
“Yes mother, I am coming out of my room now.” I called back. Not like I get to eat breakfast anyway, or another meal for that matter.
Signing, I look at myself in the broken mirror one last time. If it wasn’t for the dull look and dark circles under my green eyes, that used to be so vibrant, I would have looked semi decent today. My body is another matter entirely. Even though I do not get to eat everyday, I am still Curvy. Slim waist, round ass, and a decent pair of boobs. But that is where the good stops, you can also see my ribs, and collar bone. I even have to make sure I wear clothes that cover me up, due to the numerous bruises left by my father, Beta Justin Moore. Ugh, do not think about father, it will end up in more flashbacks than I can handle for the day.
Picking up my phone, that is an outdated flip phone, I come out of my room, close the door and head downstairs. Only when I reach the bottom, I can see that my father is still there.
*Midnight: everything will be okay Nat, I have a feeling something good is going to happen today.
*Me: how can you be so sure Midnight?
*Midnight: honestly, I do not know. However. Just think happy thoughts today. Like how we will fond our mate in a couple days.
*Me: Yeah, you are right. But do you think he will reject us?
*Midnight: I don’t think so, but if that happens I will be here for you like you will be there for me.
Me: very true, love you girl
*Midnight: love ya too Nat
“You are to come straight home today. If you do not, you know that consequences. Do not cause trouble, and I better not hear anything about people bullying you, you know you deserve anything they dish out to you.” My father ranted.
“Yes, father.” I replied back looking at the floor. Out of my two siblings and I, he only treats me like this. Like I am an abomination or something. Over the years, I have gotten used to this treatment. Although, I really wished I had a family that actually cared for me, and did not abuse me constantly.
It takes me about two minutes to walk out of my house and to the pack house. Not because I was fast walking or anything. Once I get to the kitchen, Mrs. Morris put me straight to work helping her make breakfast for everyone. Out of everyone, Mrs. Morris is by far the best. She has always been patient with me, and never looked at me with disgust.
About 40 minutes later we had scrambled eggs, pancakes, bacon, biscuits, and orange juice on the dining room table. Literally as soon as I stepped back into the kitchen, everyone started piling into the dining room to eat.
“Honey, I know you have not eaten yet today, why don’t you sit down at the counter and have something real quick.” Mrs. Morris stated looking at me with sympathy.
“No I am okay I had a little something before I left the house.” I lied to her. Although she always knows that it is a lie, however she knows that if she says anything to anyone she could get in trouble. I do not want anyone to be in trouble because of me.
“I knew it was going to be that answer. Just be careful dear. You need strength and food helps with that.” She said to me before walking out of the kitchen. When I finally leave, I think she will be the only one that I will miss.
It has been a few hours and it is almost time for dinner. I am in the kitchen helping Mrs. Morris again with preparing food when I get a mind link from my father.
Dad: where are you?
Me: in the kitchen helping Mrs. Morris with dinner