The Broken Mate

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" I yell excitedly after my mother as she tends to my twin sister, Sasha. I tapped on her shoulder lightly, so not to disturb her care towards my sister. My mother looked back with a glare and shrugged off my nonexistent hand from her shoulder. I shrugged the brush off and raised my hand to get her attention again. A bright smile grew on my face as my mouth opened to call out to my mother again when she looked back once again with a glare. I took a step back with a pout and lowered my head. I could practically feel my sister's smirk as she stared at me triumphantly. But the scorching heat left by a hard smack to my face was something I was used to, but at this point in time, I was not expecting. My left hand unconsciously raised and cradled my cheek. I looked up in shock and found a very angry mother staring down at me, her right hand raised. "Who told you to call me Mommy?!" She yelled as her right hand connected with my right cheek. "Who told you that you could touch me?! The back of her right hand hit my left cheek, causing one of her many rings to leave a deep line across my left cheek. I staggered back from the force of her hit and stared up at her with wide eyes. "M-Mommy?" I asked in fear as she walked towards me with a menacing grin on her face. I shuffled back until I hit the wall with nowhere to go, I watched in horror as her right foot connected to my stomach. The pain from my child abuse jolted me awake from my nightmares, and I shot up from my bed drenched in sweat. A small chuckle left my lips as I touched the cross shaped scar on my left cheek. A constant reminder that the evil mother of mine was gone but forever here to torment me. I raked a hand through my hair with a sigh. The sun wasn't even up yet, but I knew I wasn't going to be able to sleep again. I got up and took a cold shower. The coldness of the water jolts the remainder of my dreams from my mind. I step out and get dressed in my usual black attire. I walk downstairs and find my group of friends already awake. Two had found their mates, which grew our group of 6 to 8 people, and the other three were taking life one day at a time. Each one of them battled with their own traumas, but we helped each other cope as much as we could. "Angel, have a bad dream?" The mother figure to our group, Olivia, asked in concern as she handed a cup of hot coffee to me. I took it gratefully as I shrugged and sat down at the head of the table. "Rosy, you got an invitation to attend the Crown Prince of Werewolves' coronation." Johnathan got straight to the point, and I suddenly got an uneasy feeling. Perhaps my dream is a premonition of a chance encounter with the people of my past. "Don't call me that." I frown disapprovingly. "What should I call you if not by your name?" He asked jokingly. "My name is Rose, not Rosy." "Your name is also Evangeline, not angel." He repeated in a mocking tone. "Olivia is free to call me whatever she wants." I humph, but slowly, a grin slowly forms on my face as the group laughs. We sober up after a while, and I give them a grim look. "I'll have to attend the coronation." I comment and let out a sigh as I assign everyone their jobs. We go over all assignments, new and old, from the company we started up and we went to our respectful rooms to do whatever we did. I got ready to leave for the coronation.