The Human Alpha and the Eclipse Prophecies

Chapter 4

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Camouflaged by insecurities, blinded by it all.

I love the way you sit there and barely notice me at all. - By Kim McCrea

Three weeks ago

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Life can be funny even hilarious at times. Fate, destiny, and karma are all the same for me. However, there's a flip-side to the coin. Life can be cruel and unforgiving and move on without mercy. It can be dark and sometimes cold. Just like some people have a blessed life; perfect family, friends, and career, and some people are... not so blessed. They live in the shadows of the uplifted and are labeled as black sheep or unlucky. I wish I could say I was the first part, but I can't. I wish I could skip over the bad parts like so many of my storybooks, but life doesn't give you that luxury.

My parents seemed like the perfect couple to the public, until my dad's affair came to light because of a neighbor who posted his affair on social media. Things fell apart from there. My mom found out she was pregnant after she found the truth. She had often said that she hoped once I was born my dad would come to his senses. That didn't happen. My dad fooled around more and got his mistress pregnant as well, two weeks before my mother learned about her pregnancy. My mother screamed and yelled at him, but it didn't deter him from abandoning both of them. One might say he was trying to be responsible for his actions in taking in his mistress, but my mother saw right through their actions. She always cried late at night when my father would claim he was working late but really was with his other woman. My dad moved her into the home and had the maids cater for her while my mom was left to fend for herself. When it was time to give birth, Cecilia, my father's mistress, pretended to faint, causing my father to leave my mother's side. I distinctly remember my mother telling me what my father had told her. "Kailee, you are a strong woman. You can handle it. I'll send my assistant to help you, but Cecilia is fragile and needs my help more. You can understand, right?"

With a blank expression, my mother stared at the two of them from the top of the stairs and scoffed, "Fine."

She had issues with my birth, but because my father was attending Cecilia ward, my mother had to endure it alone. After that, she barely spoke to my father. Even when she was diagnosed with cancer, my mother never shared it with them, and she never left me, especially with Cecilia. Once, my mother confronted my father about Cecilia, saying that the child was almost three and that they should be sent away with him paying support. This caused my dad to become enraged. I watched from the side of the door as my father hit my mother and called her an ungrateful and selfish woman. My mother then fell to the floor with tears in her eyes. I was six then, but even I understood some things. I rushed to her side to comfort her. She looked at me, her eyes puffy red and cheeks wet. "Skylar," he whispered, her voice hoarse from yelling. "I want you to promise me you'll always take care of yourself. Mommy won't always be around to take care of you," I nodded. She gripped my hand tighter, holding it as if for dear life. How I wished she was joking. How I wished this was just a bad dream, but then her voice came through again filled with pain.

"Don't trust anyone until they have earned it first. You are very special, Skylar. The only thing that brings light in dark places, so hold onto that light, and when it's time, shine. Burn brighter, My love bring in the light."

Since that day, my mother never spoke again. I could tell she had given up. Her rosy cheeks became pale and hollow. Her eyes, which usually sparkle when she sees me, were empty, barely containing life. The vain mistress had won, and my mother eventually succumbed to her cancer, leaving me alone. She died when I was seven; since then, my family has treated me more like a servant than a daughter. Cecilia's daughter Renee got everything she wanted. If she saw anyone who treated me with kindness, Renee would throw a tantrum, bully the classmates who were kind to me, or get any staff members fired. If she saw anyone give me anything, she took it. They treated her like a spoiled princess and, for me, I was the unwanted daughter living in the storage basement. The basement itself was damp, often too dark even with minimal lighting, and had rats and roaches. I hated rats but I hated roaches more. I was so used to living in my room that had faced the sun from midday to dusk; so use to living in a room that had—even for a fraction of a moment, had love. To be reduced to a place where no sunlight came in and the only love I received was the hollow echoes of my soft sobs at night, was soul crushing. I had spent countless nights and days wondering what or who in my previous life I had offended to get born into a family like this. But the answer was always the same: silence.