The Alpha’s abandoned daughter

Chapter 3

Emily‘s POV:

After the first period was over, and the bell rang, I got my stuff together and put it in my backpack. As I walked out of the classroom my teacher stopped me. She called me back, and gestured towards the chair beside her desk. I sat down, and placed my backpack just to the left of me. My legs bounced and I checked my watch nervously.

“Don’t worry, Miss Harmon, I will not keep you long.” My English teacher, Mrs. Johnson told me.

“Am I in trouble?” I asked. I glance out in the hallway through the window on the door. Everybody was rushing to the next class, and my next class was all the way across campus. I barely make it on time with the given time, so now that I’m held behind I am definitely going to be late.

“No, of course not. I just want to make sure that everything is alright with you. When you came into my class, you seemed really upset about something. Do you mind telling me what that was?” Mrs. Johnson asked, sitting on the edge of her desk.

“Oh it was nothing, I just felt like somebody was following me that’s all.” I reply while tucking a few stray hairs behind my ear.

“I see that it is your birthday. Happy birthday Emily. Is it your 18th, correct?”

“Yes ma’am.” I shake my head and look down at my hands. I start to fidget with my thumbs. “I can’t be late for my next class, can you write me a note?”

“Of course Emily. I will write you a note. Can we sit and chat for a little bit later on today? How’s lunch sound for you?”Mrs. Johnson walks behind her desk and grabs a pin. She pulls out a slip of paper, writes some stuff on it, and then hands it to me.

“That sounds fine. I will come back to your room then.” I say as I’m leaving her room sliding my backpack onto my shoulders. The bell rings, and everybody that’s left in the hallways screws off to go to their classes. I have a note, so I take this opportunity to go to the bathroom.

Once in the bathroom, I run cold water in the sink and splash a little on my face. My nerves are on edge, and my body can’t seem to calm down. It feels as if a part of me is trying to come out, but can’t. I don’t know what is happening, and I don’t know what to do about it. As I look up at myself in the mirror I notice my eyes look a little different than usual. My eyes are usually a light brownish color, but when I just looked at them in the mirror I saw a green look too then. I blink once, and they start glowing red. Gasping, I rub my eyes viciously, not believing what I just saw. When I look in the mirror again, my eyes are back to being brown.

Shaking my head, I walk over to the paper towel dispenser. I pulled a paper towel out, and pat my face dry. The trashcan in the bathroom is full, as always, so I just placed the paper towel on top. Hopefully the janitors will eventually come in and change the trash can. The janitorial staff here is not exactly the greatest. They always creep me out, the way the mop is moved really slow and they just look at me as I walk by. Even just thinking about it makes my body shiver.

As I leave the bathroom, I begin to navigate towards my class. When I reach class, I knock on the door that has been closed due to the start of class. Mr. Holt opens the door, and holds out his hand for the note without even looking up from the textbook he is reading. I reach into my back pocket and pull out the crumpled up piece of paper that Mrs. Johnson gave me. I handed it over, and then headed for my seat.

This is science class, and I love science so I try to sit in the front. But because I’m so late, all of the front row seats are taken. The only available seat is in the back left corner where all the cheerleaders sit. As I walked passed they all just looked at me in disgust.

“Who said you could sit in the back with us?” Brittany, the cheer captain, spat at me while crossing her legs.

“There’s room on the floor over by the trash, you can say hi to your dad while you're there.” Another one of the cheerleaders said pointing to the small trash can in the back of the classroom. “Oh look at that, some of your family needs help getting home!” She dropped a gum wrapper on the floor.

“That’s your trash, you can go put it in the trash can yourself.” I say through gritted teeth. I feel something creep up in the back of my mind.

“Oh I would, but you know. I just did my nails. They need to dry.” She looked down at her nails and then flipped her hand to show me her newly painted pink nails.

“Come on Em! Ashley’s nails never look that good! She needs to keep them that way.” Brittany says with a smile looking at the other girl. Ashley had the look of offense at Brittany's remark, and just sat back in her seat. “Now, be a good little low life and do your duty. Pick up the trash and go where you belong.” Brittany looks directly at me with a serious tone.

My breathing became heavy, and a literal growl came from me. All the cheerleaders looked at me in fear except Brittany.

“Did you just... growl at me? Ha.. that’s so stupid. What kind of a freak are you?” She asks and stands up at me.

“Leave me alone.” I say trying to push myself further into my seat.

“Miss Barnett, everything okay?” Mr. Holt asked, looking up from his textbook.

“Oh, everything is fine! Just doing a little talking with Emily here!” Brittany exclaims to Mr. Holt. She leans in really close to me. A rage I’ve never felt before starts to boil within me. “Learn your place, and maybe we won’t have to put you in it.” She whispers aggressively at me while shoving me a little bit. She stays in my face without backing down.

I push myself forward and into a standing position. “I said.. leave me ALONE.” A big roar came from within me, making the whole room shake. Everyone looked at me in fear, including Brittany. “Mr. Holt? May I go to the nurse? I have girl issues I have to deal with. Okay thanks, bye.” I say grabbing my stuff and leaving the classroom.

I stop just outside the room as I hear some of the whispers.

“Did you see her eyes? They glowed red?!”

“What was that loud yell?”

“What a freak!”

I had to get away fast. I started to run towards the bathroom and got there in no time at all. I slammed the door open and stumbled to the sink. Another girl was in the bathroom but she quickly dried her hands and ran from me.

My breathing is hard and fast as I run the water. I cup my hands under the faucet and put my face in my hands. A sob that I don’t have any idea when it started, escapes my mouth and I just slump into the floor.

“What is going on? What is wrong with me?” I say aloud to myself.

Just then, the door to the bathroom swings open and Mrs. Johnson enters. “Emily, are you hurt? What’s wrong? Holt came and found me saying you shook the classroom? Is that true?” She runs over to me and helps me to my feet.

“I don’t know what happened! The girls were getting at me and I just wanted it to stop. She shoved me and I just got so mad. I don’t know what came over me but I just... I don’t know!” I sob into her shoulder.

“It is your 18th birthday. There’s a lot that you don’t know. Can we call your mom?” She places her hands on my shoulders pushing me away from her. I shake my head and pull out my phone. To my surprise, she pulled out her phone and dialed up my mom's number. “Hmm. Going straight to voicemail. That’s unusual. Quick, come with me. We are going to go to my office. I will tell the nurse you are not feeling well and are headed home. I’ll let them know to get me a substitute for the rest of the day.”

“Wait. Why do you have my mom's cell in your phone? How do you know my mom? Why are you getting a substitute? What’s going on?” All the questions raced across my mind.

Mrs. Johnson stops me in the doorway of the bathroom. “No time for the questions. I have to get you safe. I’ll explain after I do that, sounds good?” She says to me, dragging me out of the bathroom and down the hall.

We are practically sprinting down the hall as she keeps looking around us. “Mrs. Johnson, what are you looking for? Why are you acting so weird?” I ask in a hush hush tone.

“I said hold the questions. I’ll answer every single question you have, but I have to make sure you’re safe. And please, call me Abigail.” She fumbles with her keys and unlocks a door that I’ve never seen opened before.

“What?”

“Again with the questions! Here. Look, I’m an old friend of your moms. I have some of the answers but not all of them. Now, go into this room and stay here until I come back. Do not at all open this door to anyone. I have the only key, so I can get in. Stay here and stay out of sight for the window. I will be right back, okay?” She shoves me into the room and shuts the door behind me. I hear the keys rattling and the door locking from the other side then, I hear nothing. I can see as Mrs. Johnson runs off through the window but I can’t hear anything.

I feel around the walls for a light switch but can’t find anything. I go over to the corner out of sight of the window just as Mrs. Johnson said to do. I put my hands on the wall to try and avoid hitting anything. The walls are metal but I feel some sort of ridges along them. Once I’ve reached what I believe to be a corner, I crouch onto my knees and stay as quiet as I can. My breathing is not helping anything, as the longer I wait the louder my breath gets. My hearts begins to beat harder, and louder. I close my eyes and put my hands to my face. I bring my knees up to my chest, and I try to calm my breaths. My heart beat keeps getting louder, and louder. The feeling I’ve been having all day of something wanting to come out suddenly comes up again. I hug my knees as hard as I can and place my forehead on them. Everything in me just wants to just..

“Ahhhhh!” I roar really loud. How no one came running to me, I have no idea but I felt a lot better. Seconds later Mrs. Johnson walks in the door.

“You really are powerful. I felt that one.” She says as she closes the door behind herself then locking it. She walks to the middle of the room and pulls a string that turns on a single light. “You’re a natural at this!” She smiles at me and helps me up.

“Natural at what?” I ask her as she walks towards the back of the room. “Why didn’t anyone come running when I just yelled?”

“You roared honey. It’s common amongst our kind.” She pushed a desk off of a rug then lifted the rug relieving a small door in the floor. “This room is soundproof for the most part, as long as it is locked . Humans can’t hear anything that goes on in here, but we can tell if someone like us roars like that sometimes. If it’s powerful enough that is. Now come, we must get out of the school.”

“Humans? What are you talking about, we are all humans.” She has got to be out of her mind. What does she mean by humans? Isn’t everyone human? I climb down the ladder after Mrs. Johnson into a dark hole. I have no idea why I am doing this, but I have so many questions and she seems to know the answers to them. Or so I think she does.

“Ah. I see your mom didn’t get the chance to tell you yet. Well. This just got harder on me. Thank you Anna.” Mrs. Johnson helps me off the last bit of the ladder, then as if we have no time to spare takes off down a hallway.

“What is this place?” I ask running into a wall. “How are you able to see anything down here?”

“With my eyes. But you haven’t learned that yet. This is a tunnel underneath the school. My family built these a long time ago so that we could shift. Kind of like how your mom uses the woods, we use these tunnels.” Mrs. Johnson reaches back to grab my hand seeing that I am struggling. She drags me along again, a little faster than a walk but not quite as fast as a run.

“My mom uses the woods? For what?” My mind is spinning so fast I feel fussy.

“To shift. You know, into her wolf. We are werewolves.” My legs seem to stop working when she says those words.

Werewolf? What in the world? Now I know she’s lying about all of this.

Why would she lie to you Emily?

Who are you and why are you in my head? What the heck?

A random voice that is clearly not mine is talking to me. In MY head. What in the world is going on here!

“I can tell that this is all so confusing to you, but we need to keep moving forward. That roar in the classroom could have alerted others about your location. We need to keep going.” Mrs. Johnson says as she starts pulling on my arm again.

“Mrs. Johnson, thank you so much for helping me in the bathroom and for getting me out of school, but I have no idea what you are even talking about. I’m just going to find my way back to school now.” I say as I pull my arm away from her.

“Emily, please. Just call me Abigail okay? I understand you are confused. How can I help you to believe me?” She says looking me in the eye.

“What do you mean? You’re clearly delusional. I mean, werewolves? Come on. Those are myths in the twilight series...” I trail off when Abigail's eyes start to glow yellow. She then roars loud showing me her sharp teeth. “Woah.” Is all I can say.

“I am a beta. So my eyes are yellow. What did yours glow? I know you saw them glow.” Abigail crosses her arms and c***s her hip to the side.

“I uhh. They were red.” My voice is shaking as I remember going back to the bathroom this morning.

“Your mother and father are both alphas. You were born a true alpha. You have the power of an alpha, until the moon goddess deems you unworthy of those powers. Then she will take them away and you will be a beta just like me. But there are also omegas. Their eyes are a deep orange color.” Abigail begins to explain to me as she walks a little slower than she has been beside me.

“But wait. How do you go between them? Between the ranks, I mean.” I say, ducking under a post that I saw at the last second.

“Alphas usually have to gain their powers by killing another alpha or stealing the power from an alpha. Your mother was given her alpha status by her father just before her pack was destroyed. Some, very rarely, are born alphas. Your father was born an alpha but no one knew until his 18th birthday when he gained his wolf. Everyone thinks it’s because the moon goddess paved the way for you. But, betas become betas when they are bitten by an alpha, born from a werewolf, omegas that gain a pack, or alphas that lose their alpha status to another wolf. Watch your step here, we start going up hill.” She holds out her hands and I instinctively grab them for stability. We have taken so many turns and gone through more tunnels than I can keep track of, I would be one hundred percent lost if Abigail wasn’t here with me. We start going up and reach a ceiling type door. “Hold on, let me unlock it. These tunnels, just like that room in the school, are sound proof to the outside of its locked. One sec.” she grabs her keys and picks one out. She unlocks the door and pushes it open.

I still have so many questions, but for now I guess I will climb out of the tunnels.