The Alpha’s 21st century Luna

Allison POV “Stop right there!” my stepfather turned my wheel around. “Listen to me, you cursed girl, and listen good. We are going to a place tomorrow. Give me your best attitude, best smile, wear your best clothes and when we arrive there be on your best behavior, Allison, do you hear me! My stepfather yelled, pulling my ears. His saliva dropped in my face. His raised voice has no effect on me anymore as I am used to it. Since my mother’s disappearance, its all scream and no laughter in this house. I stared blankly into his honey brown eyes and crooked nose. My hands found their way to my wheel tyres, I clamped on both tyres and wheeled away from him. And as usual, he gripped my chair handle and turned it to face him. “How dare you leave when I’m talking to you! You insolent child, poor little handicap, You are proving stubborn Eh? You will do as I say, like it or not! “I would do nothing of what you say, Mr Campbell”. I screamed back, Adamantly. It earned me a hot smack on my right cheek. I winced in pain from it, holding my cheek, but it was lighter today, compared to the ones I’m used to receiving. I simply stared back at him. “I let you live, after all you have done, your whole life reeks of bad luck, you killed your own father, and now you have sent your mother away…. He stared in my face. “You’ve got nothing on me, you can never harm me with your bad luck. I would kill you before such happens…. And look, you are at my mercy. I would do with you whatever I want. I own you now and there is nobody coming to save you.” No you don’t, I am Allison Stewart, I am my father’s daughter nobody can own me. I am blessed and favored. I am not cursed but you, Mcstar Campbell, are the cursed one. I replied to him in my head, as I dare not say this out loud, but saying it in my head gives me some satisfaction. “Now move your cursed crippled body from my sight”. I held my head high up in determination, looked at my stepfather one more time and wheeled away before he could see the flood of tears rolling down my face. My stepfather—- Mr Mcstar Campbell would never see me cry. Even if my cries could fill an ocean, I would never allow him see how much he affected me. Not until my dying head is hanged. I squeezed out of my wheelchair into my bed to have a good cry. I looked out the window to see the stars glittering freely in the sky and I envied their brightness. Nothing has been bright in my life for a long time. I missed my legs, I missed my mother, she had simply disappeared and left me to the care of this wicked man she married after my father’s death. It's two months now and no traces of her have been found. Not even a body to identify that she is dead. She disappeared on the 15th of June 2024. That date I can never forget. Since she left, I have been feeding on the apple tree in the backyard, throwing a few stones at the tall tree while I sat on my wheelchair hoping some fruit would fall heavily on my head. Some days they fell in abundance, other days, only a few, and sometimes none at all. Whenever my thrown sticks and wood disturb Mrs Faith, our new neighbor, she comes out and offers me some food which I eat hurriedly. Today is one of those days when nothing came down from the tree and Mrs Faith had gone on a church retreat. As I hadn’t had anything to eat, that argument with my stepfather had drained me. I decided to crawl to the kitchen to see if there was anything in the bin. I sat down on my bed, carried my fatty legs down with my hands to lie down on the floor and I crawled down the carpeted stairs with my elbow dragging my lifeless legs along. I checked the trash can as fast as I could. The foul smell almost choked me, but I don't mind, I’m going to eat whatever food I find there even if it’s rotten. Disappointedly, I found nothing. I kept looking over my shoulder in fear of my stepfather. Luckily, I found some canned fish in the cabinet. I picked two and turned to escape as a thief that I was at that moment. And the loud voice I dreaded most stopped me in my tracks. I froze that instant. Sweat beads dropped from my forehead to my eyelid. I wished the ground would just swallow me up, as I’m too weak for the beating I know would follow. “And what do you think you are doing, little thief, where are you going with my fish? “You don’t deserve to eat. You would starve to death and join your father in the grave. “You are nothing but Cursed Allison” My stepfather’s cold eyes stared down at me. He pinned my elbow down with his mighty dirty boots. I looked up at him, my teary eyes pleading with him to spare me this time. Holding the canned fishes dear to my chest, he struggled to yank it from my grasp while I clung to it like my life depended on it. According to my current hunger my life actually depends on this fish. If I release this fish, I would starve to death. I held on to the cans with all my remaining energy until my stepfather got frustrated. Angrily, he picked up a flat ceramic plate on the cabinet and hit me with it. My short red curls bounced as the ceramic landed on my head. Blood oozed from my crown to my eyes. My eyes fluttered briefly until they shut closed. I struggled to keep them open while they slowly defied me. A corner in my brain thought. This is probably the end. I am meeting my dead father soon.