The Alpha’s abandoned daughter

Chapter 1:

Emily’s POV:

My alarm goes off at 4:30 A.M. just as it does every week day. Today will be the same as all the other days. Wake up, shower, walk to work at the deli, go to school, then off to work at the theater until 9, where I will come back home to do my homework and then head to bed. The only difference about today is it’s my birthday. My 18th birthday to be exact. It’s not much, but it’s something. I get to call myself an adult.

I reach for my alarm and slam the button. I groan as I throw my blanket to the side showing a bruise on my side. My skin might be tan, but you can see bruises really well. I clench my side and remember the cheerleaders that kicked me in the locker room yesterday. We have to change into a uniform for P.E. and we have to change in the locker room. They told me that it was because I need to learn a lesson and stop getting their boyfriends to stare at me.

“Learn your lesson and stay in your place. You are not prettier than me, you are nothing but a lowlife.” They said angrily at me just before they kicked me in the side yesterday.

I sit on the edge of the bed, and I think about how today is going to go.

Today is going to be a good day.

I told myself. I get up, and Head over to the shower. Today is a body washing day, because our shower only stays warm for about five minutes. I typically switch between washing my hair, and watching my body every morning. I hop in the shower, and begin to wash my body. When the water begins to get cold I turn off the shower. I grab my old towel that sits outside of the shower door, and I begin to dry off. Once I am dry, I step out of the shower. The mirror above my sink is broken, but it still works. My mother and I don’t make a whole lot of money, I work two jobs, and it seems like she doesn’t ever come home. It’s just been me and her since the very beginning. I look into the mirror at my olive skin, and my light brunette hair. I look a lot like my mother, although I have never met my father so I can’t compare myself to him. When I ask my mom about him, she used to tell me that he died in a car crash before I was born. On my 16th birthday, she began to tell me that he left when I was just a few weeks old. It’s been me and her ever since. Every time that I talk to my mother about my father, I get mad. I don’t understand how somebody can be so selfish that they can leave a 20 some odd-year-old with a newborn. But I guess that’s just how the world works.

I picked up my toothbrush, and put some toothpaste on it. I’ll begin to brush my teeth, and once I have finished brushing my teeth I washed my face. Once I have done that, I brush out my hair and then go to get dressed. My wardrobe consists of mostly leggings, a few pairs of jeans, oversize T-shirts, some pairs of tennis shoes, and a few jackets. I quickly slip on a pair of black leggings, a T-shirt, socks and some shoes. It is the beginning of April, so I go ahead and put on a light jacket knowing that I will need to take it off later on today. Before heading to the kitchen, I looked back and looked at my umbrella. It is April, so I go ahead and grab my umbrella and pack it in my backpack just in case.

I had to go to the kitchen, grab a quick bite to eat. We typically have pop tarts in the house, so I grabbed some of those and stuck it in the side pocket of my backpack. I also grab an empty water bottle that we have and fill it up with water. Before heading out, I grab a little sticky note to write my mom a little note for when she gets home from work. Since she’s never really home, this is the only communication that we really have.

I love you mom, I hope you have a great day. Let me know if we need to get anything at the store. I will probably go tomorrow.

Love, your moon.

My mom has called me her moon since as long as I can remember. But for some reason, the word moon just stuck out to me a little bit more than usual. I don’t know what it is, but it must be something in the way that my handwriting looked.

I head out the door, opening up a pop tart stick in my mouth. It is only 5 AM, so the sun is not out yet. The moon is high and bright this morning. It seemed as though the moon was glowing. As I looked up at the moon and began my 25 minute walk to work, I felt my skin tingle. It was as if my skin was absorbing the light from the moon. I began to stretch out my arms, and when I did so my body instinctively started going in a jog. I had this new spurt of energy that I can’t remember ever having before. It began to sprinkle a little bit, but I didn’t really even care. My body was in a full on run, and I don’t even remember telling it to do so.

We are going to be okay.

What? Did I just talk to myself in a different voice? I don’t know what that was, so I just shake it off and continue on my jog to work. I was coming up on a stoplight in a cross area, but for some reason my body didn’t want to stop. I ran right into the middle of the street, and then came to a sudden halt when I saw a guy standing on the other end. He was wearing a black trench coat, and a black fedora. He seemed really mysterious, and it kind of creeped me out. It looked as though he was looking at me. As the sun began to rise, I walked over under an awning so that I could get out my umbrella for the rain that was happening. I still had about 10 more minutes until I got to work, so I just continued on my walk to work. I kept getting suspicions that people were following me, so I walked a little bit faster and I took a different route this morning than I usually do. I took a left, then a right, then a left, then a right. But, I still have the suspicion that people were following me. I didn’t want to keep thinking about it, so I hurried along in my walk. The closer that I got to work, the more and more that I felt somebody following me. So in a panic, I turned around and I looked behind me. Nobody was there. They looked like a small bird, but nothing else was there. I had about 20 yards before I hit work, so I didn’t think much of it and I kept walking. I didn’t turn around to look until I got to the front door, and then I turned to make sure that nobody was behind me. I walked in, grabbed my card and went over to punch it. When I did so, my boss came running out and threw balloons at me.

“Happy birthday, Emily!” My boss has always liked me, and she usually gives me a little bit of a grace if I’m late.

“Thank you!” I awkwardly say back while shoving my hands in my pockets. I’m always really bad at interactions like this.

“Do you have any big plans for the day?” My boss tried to pry into my personal life. We usually have good talks since nobody comes into the deli until lunch or so. Far after I am gone.

“Nothing really, just a normal day for me. I guess nothing exciting is going to happen in my life until after I graduate high school.”

“Oh, well that’s a shame. This is the big one eight right? I remember whenever I turned 18. I went out and I partied with all of my friends. Went out to the mall, I don’t even truly remember the entire night if I’m being honest.” My boss is probably in her late 40s, so I wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t really remember her 18th birthday.

“Mrs. Dickerson, I am not like you. I like to keep to myself, so maybe I will just curl up in my bed with a good book tonight.

“Please, Emily. We have talked about this. My name is Angela, you can call me that.”

“Yes ma’am.” I have worked here since I turned 15, and Mrs. Dickerson always preferred me calling her Angela. It is weird to me, so I’ve always just called her Mrs. Dickerson.

We get all of the meat prepared for the day, make a few sandwiches, cut some cheeses, and package up some of the big orders that are for later today. And before I knew it, it was 7:30 and I needed to head to high school. I quickly run to the back, take off my apron, grab my backpack and begin to head towards the door.

“I will see you tomorrow Mrs. Dickerson. I am off to school.” I shout over my shoulder and make sure that I let Mrs. Dickerson know that I am leaving.

She looks at me and waves, “I will see you tomorrow Emily. Have a great birthday.”

“Will do.” I shout over my shoulder. It is not raining, so I leave my umbrella in my backpack. It’s a little muggy, because of the rain earlier. I leave my jacket on because the wind is a little cold, but I push up the sleeves because of how muggy it is and how attached it makes my jacket stick to my arms.

On the walk to school, I still feel as though somebody is following me. Every few seconds I turn around to look, but there is nobody there but a bird. Little black bird to be exact. I keep walking, and my heart is pounding. I get to the school, walk inside and go straight to my locker. My heart is pounding from adrenaline thinking that somebody is following me. My first hour is across campus, so I quickly put everything in my locker and grab my books. I begin to walk towards my class, my heart is still racing out of fear that somebody is following me. When I get to class, I sit down. It feels as though everybody in the room is starting to stare at me. I don’t know what’s going on, my heart is pumping as fast as it can.

The bell rang and I almost jumped out of my seat. “Emily, are you okay? My teacher asks. I simply smile and give her a thumbs up, and everybody in the classroom giggles.

“What a weirdo.” Some of the cheerleaders that are sitting in the back mobile. I’m not sure which one did, but all of them laughed and looked directly at me. I just lump even further into my seat.

Today is going to be a long day.