I'm the Alpha's and He is Mine

7 years ago my family was murdered by streaks of light and huge figures (sombre, I know). My mother hid me and her dying wish was my escape, my happiness.  I managed to fulfil the first part of that wish, the last part not so easy. This is because I escaped from one hell hole only to walk into another.  My uncle's house.                                                                                                                                                              *** "FREYA!"  Uh oh. I check the clock and see that it is 7:30 am, this means that he has awoken. I must not have set my alarm last night and slept in. Now I'm going to be punished.  I scamper down the stairs from the attic after throwing on my "clothes", I say "clothes" because these rags are not clothes. I've been wearing them since I was 10 and they hardly cover anything. As I walk into the kitchen I glue my eyes to the floor, never daring to look up.  I wait for the blow to the face and I'm surprised when I get one to the stomach, I collapse, my malnourished body not able to take it. "YOU b***h,  YOU KNOW THAT I EXPECT BREAKFAST WHEN I WAKE UP!" my uncle roars at m me.  He kicks me in the side.  "WHAT DO YOU SAY, b***h?" "I'm sorry, sir," I say making sure that I don't make eye contact.  My uncle punches me in the face, splitting my lip, I can feel the blood dribbling down my chin but I don't have the strength to wipe it off "GET OFF THE FLOOR, SLUT, AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST!"  He again kicks me in the side to emphasize his point, then he stalks of mumbling about how useless I am. Groaning, I roll over and push myself up and I start to make breakfast.                                                                     *** After applying heavy makeup to cover up any signs of my abuse, I run out the door and make my way to school. It's an hour walk and by the end of it, I am always exhausted.  When I get to school, I pull up my hood and slip into the crowd, trying to not be seen. I successfully make it to my locker and grab my brother's school books out of my locker, they are the only thing I have left of my family apart from the necklace my mother gave me on the night of my family's murder.  "Oh look who it is, it's little miss weirdo!" A familiar voice says I turn to see Marion, my bully.  I retreat slamming into my locker, I can't deal with this not now. My saving grace is the bell that rings and Marion turns and leaves.  I make my way to class, keeping my head down.