Jessica's P.O.V
But he wouldn’t stop. He hated me. He hated my mother. We were omegas. Weak and useless. “Stay away from my daughter.” I heard my mommy yell and daddy stopped kicking me.
While all this played in my head, I knew it wasn’t real, but I was trapped in the past, small and timid. The memories flooded back, raw and painful. I curled into a ball on the floor of the cupboard. Tears streamed down my face, mixing with the sweat that slicked my skin.
“Jessica! Baby girl! Listen to me!” Mommy lifted me into her arms, kissing my head. “I love you and…and I have good news…we are free. Daddy’s never going to hurt us.”
The words washed over me and I trembled as the tears continued to spill. “Daddy doesn’t hate us anymore?” I choked out in my tiny voice.
“No,” mother’s face crumpled in
