Alphas Revenge

Hate you, little boy

“Hey, loser,” Dre yelled, “pass me the book.”

Dre was sitting on the sofa and was too lazy to get the book from the table—which was right in front of her. In her understanding, Liam, who had just entered her house, was the right candidate to get the job done.

“Dreamy!! Is this the way you talk?” her mother yelled at her.

Dre did not expect her mother to be here, to begin with. She had an idea how her mother could react when it came to Liam. This magic prankster!!

Arora, Dre’s mother, had let go of some irrational behaviour of Dre, but these days, she was regretting her mistake. She could visibly see the difference Liam always talked about.

Her daughter and Liam had a difference like water and oil. Though why she was reacting to Liam like this was a mystery to her too.

“Let it go, Arora. They are kids,” Maxie, Liam’s mom, who was standing at the door, took the matter into her hands.

She was a fun and loving woman. Because of some family issues, she and her husband had come to Texas. They were new to the area, and the sweet lady did not want any other drama to handle. Also, Arora and her husband were extra nice to them in times of need.

Maxie also did not mind a haughty girl commanding her boy. In her mind, she did not want Liam to be like his father—commanding and stiff. She could sense that the little girl did not like Liam very much. And girls can be mean.

“No, this is not the way I prefer to see. She is becoming unruly as the days go by,” Arora chided.

“Oh my, leave the kids alone and help me with the veggies in the kitchen,” Maxie tried to toss the issue aside.

Arora nodded at her and gave her daughter a stern look. “If I see you talking to him like that, I will complain to your dad about it. Get it?”

Dre nodded. But in her mind, she had promised to make Liam sorry about this. She had been scolded by her mother often, but Dad was another matter. She did not welcome the thought of her dad scolding her over a boy.

As soon as her mother exited to the kitchen, she got up from the sofa and went to the little boy. Liam was playing with his toy car when she tapped her foot right in front of him.

“You see that, loser? What you did?” she said to him.

She knew her parents were helping his parents and had somehow got the wrong idea of her family having an upper hand. She did not like the kid anyway, from the start.

“I did not do a thing,” he said, mumbling and taking his toy car in his hand. He did not want it to get ruined somehow. It was his favourite toy and the only close thing he called a friend. Dre’s mother had given it to him when he was sitting alone once.

“Really? I don’t think so,” she said while eyeing him with disgust. She did not like him coming near her, in her house, even within a mile’s distance.

“My mom just scolded me because of you,” she said, pointing at him. All the stupid things in her life were because of him anyway, she thought.

He looked down. He was not the one who complained; he wanted to say. But it was not the only question he wanted to ask. He wanted to ask many—why was he not involved in the games they played? Why were they so mean to him? Why was she so mean to him?

He did not do a thing to her, then why?

“Now what? Your lips are sealed?” Dre said mockingly, standing close right over his head. She wanted to exert all her dominance over the very mouse she had captured, not leaving a chance for him to escape her hold. He was her captive, after all.

“My daughter really has a loud mouth for someone whose only income is a tooth fairy,” Arora’s voice came in.

She was with Maxie, who was smiling nonstop. “Leave the poor girl alone,” she said while sitting on the sofa and keeping the tray of cookies on the table.

“Come here, kids, have some cookies,” Maxie said joyfully.

Dre, seeing the cookies, craved them bountifully. Aunt Maxie’s cookies were her favourite for two reasons. One, she could have as many as she wanted, and two, her mom did not know how to bake good chocolate cookies with choco chips in them. She ran towards the table and extended her hands to fill them with cookies. But her mother stood right in front of the table.

“Mother,” she cried.

“No ‘mother’ here,” Arora scolded her daughter. “Did you see the way you talked to him? Is that right?”

It was time for Dre to look down. She nodded no. Maxie melted at the scene and tried to bail her out. “Oh, Arora, let her go this time. She will learn,” she negotiated.

“No, not this time. She will not have a cookie, not even one,” Dre’s mother commanded. She knew this was the point she had to be strict with her daughter.

She looked over at Liam and smiled at him.

“Liam, my boy, come here,” she said, and Liam stepped forward.

“Here, these are your cookies. Okay? Eat them all. You don’t have to share,” she said, tousling his hair. Liam looked at Dre and then at her mother, nodding slightly. He took the bowl and sat on the couch, eating one after the other.

Her favourite cookies were being eaten by her very enemy—Dre did not like the thought of it. “Mom,” Dre cried while holding her mother’s dress. Arora pulled her dress out of her hands and eyed her girl.

“This is your punishment. You learn, and next time you will get cookies.”

Tears trembled in Dre’s eyes. But she bit her cheek to stop them from falling. She looked over at Liam, who had eaten her tasty chocolate cookies. Hate ran in her eyes.

She knew what she had to do.