The Beta's Abused Daughter

6 YEARS OLD

My name is Ava and I am 6 years old. Today my parents have decided to have me move rooms from the Betas floor in the pack house to a small storage room down in the kitchen.

“Mom, why can’t I stay in my room?”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT!!! I AM BETA TO YOU!!!”

“I don’t understand. What did I do wrong?”

The next thing I know I am on the ground slowly brining my hand up to my cheek where she just slapped me. I look at her with tears in my eyes. I don’t understand what I did wrong. She has never hit me before. My father comes into the room and started getting all of my things. 

“What are you doing dad?”

That earned me another slap. They both look at me in disgust like I am not even their child. Let alone their little girl. My brother just looked at me while this was happening. 

“YOU ARE TO ADRESS US AS OUR TITTLES!!! WE ARE BETA TO YOU!!! IS THAT UNDERSTOOD!!!” My father was yelling at me. 

“Yes, Beta.” Is all I can say 

They kept out my oldest clothes they could find. I now only have 3 really big shirts and 3 pairs of leggings with black ballet flats. I slowly walk down the stairs behind them carrying my things. When they open the small store room I see all the cleaning supplies in there. I don’t say anything I just stare at the small space. I don’t understand why they brought me here. 

“This will be you new room. Don’t move anything out of it. As of tomorrow, you will wake up every morning to cook breakfast, lunch, dinner and you will make sure the pack house stays clean. Is that understood. Breakfast will be ready by 6:30am, lunch will be set out no late than 1 o’clock and dinner will be ready at 8pm. You will clean and make everything spotless in-between cooking meals. You will keep up on all pack laundry you will pick it up outside each room every night. You will eat after everyone else is done eating if there is anything left over.”

“Yes, Beta” is all I can reply. I can feel the tears running down my face. I still don’t understand. I go into the small room and look around. I see the light switch and have to jump to turn it on. I go to the corner and sit against the wall. I pull my knees up to myself and just cry. I ended up crying myself to sleep that night. 

I wake up to this loud blaring noise in my ear. I guess I didn’t understand until yester comes flooding back into my mind. I know I had to do all that stuff for my family or I would be in trouble. Now I have to do it for the whole pack. I slowly get up and change my clothes. I put my dress in a neat pile because it was the only nice thing I had left now. I am so confused at what changed what made them hate me worse. I go into the kitchen and I have to get a stool out of my room that I saw in there last night to even reach the stove. I go to the fridge that has eggs, milk, bacon and sausage in it and pull out all of it. I carefully turn on the oven and find some pans in the cabinet and put all the bacon on the pans. At least I use to help the omegas with breakfast and can cook some simple things on my own. I take the sausage and make it into little sausage patties and put those on a pan as well. The Omegas told me this saves them time. That feeding 427 people is hard with more than one-person cooking. So, they do things to cut down time. Next, I make scrambled eggs. While the bacon and sausage are in the oven and the eggs are cooking I start to make fresh orange juice. It doesn’t take me long because that is what I normally would do when I helped with breakfast. Once everything was finished. I found the serving dishes and I had to run to set the table and all the food out before people came down for breakfast. I could hear people showing and just as I had finished and was back in the kitchen cleaning everything I heard them start to come downstairs.

After I finished cleaning the cooking dished I went to get the things I needed to clean the first floor of the pack house. The pack takes about two hours to eat so I have until then to get have another room clean. I use to have to clean the Beta’s floor and keep it clean. The 5th floor is for the Alpha’s family. The 4th floor is for the Beta’s family and other ranking pack members. Where I should be. The 3rd is for families that live in the pack house. The 2nd floor is for teens and newly mated couples that live in the pack house. Then the 1st floor has the living room, dining room, kitchen, game room, ballroom, theater room, and extra rooms for Alpha’s here for meetings or balls. 

As I am finishing with the living room people start leaving for school, work, or pack duties. I go into the dining room and start cleaning in there once I have all the dishes in the kitchen I clean them so I can hurry and get more cleaning done. I repeat the same thing for lunch and dinner and once everyone goes to bed I go get all the laundry and start doing all the clothes. This goes on for days. When the Omega’s try to help me or anyone tries to help me I get hit. At least it’s just one hit. One Omega stays later than the others and she helps me when no one is around. It isn’t much but she’s teaching me how to cook and helps me with the laundry. I am just thankful no one notices she is doing any of this. 

One day I made a mistake and I asked my father if I could go to school like the other kids. I am already smarter than kids my age but I still want to go to school. That was the first time I got more than a smack to the face. He punched me. I had a broken nose and a black eye. I couldn’t see out of my eye for a few days. Then that night when Nina came to help me she saw this. 

“What happened Ava?”

“I asked Beta if I could go to school.”

“Dear you shouldn’t talk to them. I know it’s hard with them being your parents but its best to steer clear of everyone in the pack. Especially the higher ranks. I know this must be hard for you and your so young but it’s the best way to survive.” She said while helping me and showing me how to get the swelling to go down with an ice pack and fixed my nose so it wouldn’t be messed up. 

“I know Nina but I just want to learn like everyone else.” I say with tears in my eyes. 

“Then I will help you. I don’t like seeing a child doing all this but we are all under Alpha’s orders” she says while looking so sad. The next few months Nina would help teach me things while she helped me. I was started to become faster at cleaning so I could have more time to learn. 

Before I knew it 6 months had passed. The only thing that really changed was when I got hit. It became more often and by more pack members. Even then kids started to bully me. Nina would tell me to keep my head up everything will get better. She would always tell me she was proud of me. Nina was the only one to ever show me kindness and love. I found myself always looking forward to the time she spent with me. She would teach me things that are taught in school and said that I was a fast learning. 

After long a year passed. Nina noticed my clothes were starting to get too small for me to fit anymore so she got me some more clothes. They weren’t much but it was something that would fit me. Things other pack members threw away and didn’t want any more. I still wasn’t allowed to have more than 3 shirts and 3 pants along with on pair of shoes. Even though I still get hit and bullied by most the pack there are the ones who look at me sad. I may only be 6 but Nina tells me that I am smarter than a 6-year-old and I carry myself like I should be in high school or even older. I wouldn’t cry in front of anyone when someone did hit me or bully me. That was for my little room. Which I was able to have a small little mattress in it now and a small blanket because someone threw it away. I made the room more of my own even though I had all the cleaning supplies in there with me. I still kept it as neat and clean as possible.