Her Mute Sister (Complete)

Chapter Five

Chapter Five (Willows POV)

I woke up feeling happier than I had in a very long time. Amber came down last night and told me she was going to sneak me up to her room once a week so I could properly wash my hair and I’d even get a hairbrush. I just wish I could talk but I’ve come to accept that I will probably remain mute for the rest of my life. I got up and went about my day, I had to hide my happiness and seem like I was miserable which wasn’t too hard to do. Ambers birthday would be here in a month or so and I was excited and nervous. My birthday was the following week but I wouldn’t get any presents from anyone except Amber. She would always try to make my birthday special.

As the day went on I was for the most part left alone except for when Cessair would occasionally bug me when he got home from school. I was relieved that summer break was over for everyone. This meant I would be in the house alone for most of the day and could be a little happy. I knew that Amber wouldn’t be home till around 6:30 when she would be done with work. Then she said tonight I could go up to her room and take a shower for the first time in who knows how long.

Amber came home and I began serving dinner to everyone. Father stood up to make an announcement.

“In a month we are going to have a few packs over for an important meeting. So everything needs to be taken care of before then, and perhaps my beautiful daughter Amber will find her mate since it will be after her sixteenth birthday when she’ll hopefully gain her wolf” He said. I wasn’t sure how to react but everyone else seemed excited since we had quite a few unmated wolves. I was nervous because they would be staying here for a few days. We more than likely will have some kind of a dance or event for unmated wolves to hopefully find their mate. I would have absolutely nothing to do with the preparations for it because I wasn’t worthy enough to help, plus I was told if I ever found my mate he would reject me because I was so ugly. Even after all the abuse that happened I didn’t believe that I was ugly, if anything I thought I was rather beautiful. Or at least more so than my mother with her s**t colored hair and eyes.

After dinner I cleaned up and was grabbed by my father. He looked at me for a moment before speaking.

“When the event is going on you are to stay in your room and only come out at night when everyone else is asleep to clean yourself up and do some chores. I will not let my guests be burdened with the sight of your hideousness, am I understood?” he growled at me. I nodded and then he let go of me. I went about my business then went to my room to stay out of everyone's way. I sat on my makeshift bed which was just a bunch of old blankets and comforters no one else wanted that I grabbed. I took out my sewing supplies to see what I had.

I was running really low on thread. This sucks because the only way I could get any would be to unravel some clothing. At least I grabbed some clothing from the pile that was to be disposed of. I grabbed something that was already unraveling and began to refill my thread supply.

I have no idea how long I had been up for getting thread until Amber came in. I set it down and followed her to her room. She closed the door and handed me what I needed and I took a shower for the first time in a few years. I used a lot of shampoo to wash my scalp, then I used a bit of conditioner to get through my hair as best I could. I then quickly washed myself with soap, rinsed, and dried off. I came out and Amber was there with some clothes.

“Here I found some pajamas of mine I don’t wear anymore, and here’s a spool of thread for your clothes so you don’t have to unravel clothes anymore” she said. I was so happy that I was crying. She hugged me and told me that whenever I run out of thread to let her know and she’ll get me more. I was happy because this meant I could make new clothes instead of only being able to barely maintain what I did have. I went to my room and put the spool of thread away and went to sleep happily.

The next week or so went on like usual. Amber would bring me a tiny bit of food at night and she began to teach me sign language. She also taught me how to read and tell time. It was still going to take a while but I at least could tell time. She even gave me a small clock for my room so I would know what time it is. This helped so I could spend time sewing and not lose track of time and get little to no sleep. I started spending two hours a night sewing my clothes whether it be maintaining what I already have or making new clothes. I was so happy about it.