I Cursed My Alpha Mates

“Stop right there you, i***t!” Someone yelled from behind. My heart stopped, in trepidation, immediately I heard his voice. I could feel cold shivers crawl up my spine, like frostbite, curling around my lungs and stifling my breath. Everyone passing looked at me twice, puzzled that a normal looking girl was standing ghostly in the middle of the road, visibly trembling. ‘Please let it not be dad. God I beg you please let it not be dad, please’. I kept muttering, as I mustered the courage to turn and look. I saw a man, on the phone, fuming with anger. That man wasn’t dad. A heavy sigh slipped past my lips as relief escaped me. My shoulder fell and my knees buckled. I staggered to the side, supporting myself on the electric pole next to me; tears welding up in my eyes as I realized how scared I had become. ‘Everyone must be looking at you now’, I thought while I rubbed the tears off and tried to smile. They must think I’m crazy, but then again they have no idea what’s wrong. I stepped away from the pole and started down the road, plugging my ears. I played an old school musical, gradually drifting into a reverie. Once again today, I thought about home. It used to be the sweetest place in the world until the storm came or so I call it. It started with the divorce; Mum left for a new city after that. Dad struggled to cope with her absence but it didn’t work. He fell back to alcohol and a year after; the violence began. At first it seemed like he was just mad about my sloppy behavior but soon, it became about everything. He hit me so many times I started to wonder if this was fun for him. If he thought it was a sport, to kick me around until I was covered in bruises. I sighed, silently humming the third song on my favorite album- GIRLFRIEND, even as I weakly carried my heavy heart into the bus. I was lost in reverie again, after that. It was the loud honking of the bus driver that drew me out, into reality. I jerked off the seat and threw a glance outside. The bus was almost empty and the streets outside didn’t look familiar. I got off. The by-standers told me Haven Road was three stops away from here. I sprang to my heels, my heart racing against my chest. One thought looping around my scared mind. ‘I’m dead. I’m so dead. Dad’s going to kill me’. I braked in front of an old cottage house, way off the road; my humble home. I traced all the way to the garage door with my eyes. There was no sign of his car. My chest fell, relief washing over me like winter rain. I snuck in; regardless, making my way to the kitchen from the back door and reeling around the sink with great stealth but it didn’t stop my dress from hooking onto a plate. The instant I took a step further, the plate slipped off the kitchen sink and shattered into pieces. “Who’s there?!” I froze, my heart sinking into my stomach. My lips parted and a horrified gasp escaped. ‘Oh God. No. No. No. Why is Dad home?’ *********** “Dad, wait.” His palms collided with my cheek. It swung me left, into the stack of empty liquor bottles. They broke apart beneath me and sliced through my skin. “You worthless thing, how dare you come back home so late? Dinner you can’t cook, the house you can’t clean. You are just like that, your w***e of a mother.” He spat out, grudgingly. I struggled to crawl out from the heap of bottles but my body shuddered so much I couldn't move. Father loomed over me, noosing a fist full of my hair in his hands. He yanked me off the floor, holding up my face so I could look at him. His breath reeked of gin and something rotten. “Did you know about it? Is that why you are becoming bold now? You think she will come back for you because she has found a new rich husband.” Tears pooled in my eyes, blurring my vision. I struggled to stare at him with a black eye. The very roots of my hair felt like they were bleeding but I couldn’t muster the courage to fight back. “Dad please…. please don't… this isn't my fault. I didn’t know mum remarried. I swear.” My breath came as gasps, my voice barely audible. “You little liar!” he roared, his eyes darkening. I could tell his rage was boiling over. “You dare lie to me!” I winced in pain and fear. He flung my body like I was some ragged doll. I crashed on the stairway. A pained scream burst through my lips as the railing pierced my side. “When I’m through with you, those lips of yours will not say another false word again.” He picked up a piece of broken glass. I knew then that I needed to run. He had become a full blown monster and I was definitely going to die. I scurried to my feet and scampered for the stairs. He ran after me. I hobbled, colliding against everything as I ran. With the amount of strength I had, there was no way I could outrun him. I tried to lock him out, slamming the bedroom door on his face but he broke it open before my fingers could even graze the lock. The impact threw me off my feet. I crawled backwards as father huffed like an angry buffalo, lurching towards me. I tried to scream but he grabbed my face and then, I felt a fist break right into my stomach. The impact shattered my insides like glass. I gasped, blood bursting from my lips. I doubled back, all balance completely lost. Adrenaline kicked in, my hands went frantic, searching the air for where to hold on to. In the frenzy, my back struck the window pane and my body swung backwards. I fought for control. In that split second, I met Dad’s gaze. He stood cold, watching me tip over and off the window. A WEEK AFTER The gentle touch of slender fair fingers woke me. My left eye stung so much that I could barely open it. I resigned myself to seeing with just one eye. The whole place seemed strange to my hazed mind. I felt those fingers again. They quivered as they brushed my hair aside. Then I heard someone speak. “Darling, don’t try too hard, okay. Close your eyes if it hurts.” My right eye followed the voice; it fell on a beautiful woman. She had black hair but it had a mind of its own. She gazed back at me with her glassy blue eyes. “It's alright now, my love. Mummy is here.” “Mummy?”