The Rejected Luna and Her Twins Pups

Chapter 6

After many attempts of doing my homework, I got up and walked downstairs. I don't know what I was doing or what the hell travelled in my mind to think it was going to be normal of me marching downstairs. I mean what the hell was I going to do? Demand for them to shut the hell up? As soon as my foot touch the wooden floor. All the heads turned to face me and I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me. I froze in my step. Feet stuck in place and my heart beat increased in speed. Straightaway my new braveness up and left leaving me in the room alone. To say I was nervous was an understatement. I didn't have to look at my brother's eyes to know he was annoyed. We have an understanding when his friends come by, I shouldn't even show my face. The loud room was gone and the silence in the room was deafening. I think the only thing you could probably hear was the sound of my heart beat and my shallow breaths It was beyond awkward, beyond painful and I was beyond embarrassed at the moment. I felt uncomfortable as everyone stop and looked at me. Keeping in mind that there were around 8 people there in the room. Including Patrick's best friend, Calvin. "Good thing you're here"the soon to be alpha broke the ice by speaking. The rest of the room looked at him like he grew five extra heads. Like I might have mentioned before, people don't usually talk to me, especially not Calvin. This was a lot, he spoke to me yesterday and then.

"Pardon me sir.. Alpha?"

"I got you the thing for Saturday"he said holding out a package for me. At first I was confused like everyone else but then I remembered when he said he would get me the dress to wear. I quickly walked up to him ignoring my brother's glare and took the package from him not before thanking him. "What? She's coming to the party?"asked one of the girls. "I thought you'd do better" chuckled one male earning a slap from another male but the same male chuckled as well. I felt really uncomfortable and wanted to explain. "What are you out of your mind?"another girl said.

"What you need her for?"a boy asked. I didn't know all of their names even though they sometimes come to my house. "Will you all shut up?"Patrick spoke out. I really thought he was going to say more, to defend me but he didn't. Not that they really said anything bad. They didn't straight up insult me but still, they were being a bit rude. Everyone seemed to obeyed him. Silence filled the room. Everyone's eyes were either on Patrick, Calvin or me. I looked down to my feet. Avoiding the looks I was getting. I felt like I needed to say something, clearly there was a bit of misunderstanding. "I'm going to help out"I said avoiding the glare I was receiving. It was clear the girls were jealous that I was attending and they clearly won't. I felt like if I told them why I was going they would cool their glares. "Of course that's the reason. I mean why else would anyone invite you"one of the girls said.

"Shut up Soph. No one asked you to speak."Calvin said in a bored tone rolling his eyes. I wanted to smile but I knew it won't help the case so I did inwardly and dared myself to look at Sophie. Sophie looked embarrassed as her cheeks grow as red as a tomato. I almost felt sorry for her, that was up until she sent me one of her mean faces. This one read 'I will get you later b***h!'.

The hell did I do?

"Well I'm going to get back to my homework. Thanks again"I said meekly.

I span around and walked as fast as I can to upstairs, ignoring the little comments the girls made.

There is a thin line between being thick and being fat. I.. I was fat. I looking at myself in the mirror. I don't understand how I gained so much weight, because I barely eat. Okay maybe that is a stretch. My brother is horrible and literally makes my life miserable but what he doesn't do is starve me or physically abuse me. I don't eat through out the day because I am either busy doing my school work or things Patrick left me to do but at night, I stuff my face like I have never eaten before. I have a habit of stress eat too. When I am upset, I tend to eat a lot, its a comfort. So if we are being honest, I knew exactly why I was overweight, it was because I never excised, I would starve myself during the day and overeat at night then sleep, I knew it was unhealthy but at this point in my life, I don't care.

I stared at myself in the mirror, wanting to cry blood. I wished with my heart the mirror was lying to me. Maybe added few pounds. This was not pretty. How will my mate ever love me? How will he help me escape from this prison I used to call home?