The omega over all

There was a heavy downpour that morning in the little town of Saudin. The clouds were dark as night and looked heavy, like it had buckets more to let loose. Thankfully, it wasn’t accompanied with heavy winds, or Mellisa wouldn’t be able to execute her plan perfectly. You see, Mellisa was 21 years old in a town of judgmental folks who had a lot to say about her pregnancy than any help to give. She carried her baby full term while working in the town’s only coffee shop. Stares and comments were what she mostly ate for breakfast. Her main food came from the leftover baked goods her boss gave to her at the end of the day. She was lucky at least, for her boss not to join the bandwagon of losers who could mock a 20-year-old who was struggling. She knew she couldn’t keep this baby. She wasn’t kept, so she didn’t know “jack” about keeping someone. No one in this sh***y town would adopt her baby, and she didn’t want to curse her baby to living in the town’s make-believe foster care. So she saved. She worked at the coffee shop and at the post office so she could afford treatment, rent, light bills, and all the other pile of bills she had. So when the day of delivery finally came, she would take a train all the way to the main city and give her baby up. She had it all figured out. But today wasn’t the day. She had to suck it up some more and put on a brave face. “Hi, can I take your orders? You’ve been sitting here for two hours. It’s mandatory you order,” Mellisa said to the two girls who had come in earlier and had been throwing glances at her. “And like we said before, we will call for you when we are ready,” one of the girls said. “I am afraid I’ll have to ask you to leave,” Mellisa responded. “We both know you were not afraid to say that, and that’s a wrong move from you,” the second lady said as she stood up and faced Mellisa squarely. “Leave,” Mellisa said. “Or what?” the lady said, pushing her to the floor. As if on cue, her boss came out from the storage room. “Mellisa, are you okay? Why are you on the floor?” the kind old man said, lifting her up. Mellisa winced in pain as she stood. “I asked them to leave since they had been here two hours and they refused to order.” The old man looked at the two girls who had been standing, watching the scene stupidly. “Why are you still here? Should I chase you out myself? Leave.” They left the store talking and giggling to each other like a crazy duo, but Mellisa was relieved they had gone. “Take the day off, Mellisa. You don’t look too good,” the old man said. “Usually I’d argue, but with the pain I’m in, I don’t think I can,” Mellisa said, chuckling and leaning on the counter while holding the side of her stomach. By the time she had tidied around a little, based on her request before going home, the clouds had changed dramatically, looking like the sky was going to fall. She picked her bags and stopped a cab outside the café and told the cab man her direction. Her home was shabby, with very little there could be in a house—a simple mat on the floor and very few kitchen utensils in the makeshift kitchen. She held her stomach and sat down. She knew something was wrong, but her due date wasn’t today. She tried to stand, but the stabbing pain she felt on her waist was too much for her. She let out a scream and held her waist. Nobody could hear her, and nobody would come to her aid if they did, so she knew she had to make it to the bathroom. She tried standing and pushed through the pain, went to the bathroom, and filled the bathtub with water. Soon, she entered the cold bathtub and let out another scream. Even with the cold water, sweat beads still appeared on her forehead. She labored for two hours, and when it was all over, she held her child in her arms and tried to soothe her crying baby. “Shhhhh, it’s okay, Tanya. It’s okay. I got you. Mummy’s here,” Mellisa said, looking at her lovely baby girl in her arms. The storm outside had begun in full. She tidied up as best as she could and took her savings money. She wrapped the baby in the only blanket she could afford and set out for the city. She placed her baby into her car and filled up the car with the very little fuel she had saved. She got into the vehicle and drove. She passed by the town’s sign, and in her mind, she bid the town farewell. She had plans to start life in the city with little Tanya—no gossip, no judgy eyes, just life in the city with better opportunities and people who tended to their own business instead of others. The rain increased along with the dew, making everywhere foggy. She prayed in her mind that this scrappy little car would make it all the way to Sun City. In Sun City, alphas, omegas, and betas thrived. Yes!! Mellisa was an omega, which was also reason number ten for the people of Saudin to dislike her. They weren’t progressive in the town. That town was one of the few towns that didn’t have werewolves, and they liked to keep it that way. How she got to living there was through the help of Old Pa Grey, the café owner. She made sure to slip a note under the café door. He usually opens up early, so she was confident he would receive the note. Old Pa Grey received a lot of complaints, but since he was one of the eldest in the town, they couldn’t really do much. She never wanted to lose contact with him, and she was sorry she didn’t bid him goodbye, but she was sick of that town. Deep in thoughts, and with the road being so foggy, she didn’t see the car coming up too. By the time she could make out headlights from the other car, it was slightly too late. She swerved to the other side of the road, but her rickety car couldn’t take that much. Her car moved into a concrete block and came to a stop. As weak as she was, she suffered two injuries—one on her head and the other on her leg. She had lost too much blood and didn’t eat properly today. What a tragic turn of events. She stepped out of her car and picked up Tanya from the back seat, who seemed okay besides the loud cry. Mellisa looked around her and discovered she only had to have driven a little before she would have entered Sun City. She picked her bags from the car and started limping toward the town. With every movement, she could feel the life draining out of her. By the time she had reached the town’s border, she had lost all strength. There were houses and people who walked about, but nobody paid mind to an injured woman clutching a baby. Sun City truly didn’t care about other people’s business, she realized. She fell to the ground and looked at her baby. She said a silent prayer and proceeded to close her eyes.