The Human Alpha and the Eclipse Prophecies

Chapter 11

Skylar POV

Humiliated and shamed, Alice did what I was afraid she was going to do on behalf of the stupid brat Rain. Worst of all, I couldn't fight back. I was too weak from not getting anything to eat all day, and that cake was my only way of providing something to eat for myself. Provided that one of the maids snuck me something from the party, I would have gone starving until tomorrow. Knowing what I had to do in the morning, I needed energy and something anything would have serviced. Once more, rain stood in the way of that. She kept slamming my head on the floor, making sure that the cake was smeared all over my face. I felt a hand besides Alice's press something wet and thick in my hair. I could only guess what it was. Hearing the crowd erupt in laughter, I knew then that it had to be some food. Without warning, a loud and annoyed voice shouted from behind. It made the entire party grow deadly silent. After what seemed like several minutes, Rain finally broke the awkward tension in the air. Her sweet voice rang out with a hint of sarcasm. "Daddy, we were just helping Sky pick up her mess." Out the side of my eye that didn't have cake on it, I could see Mr. Beyers glanced around the room quickly before his eyes fell on me. His facial expression dropped like a rock hit his foot. I could only surmise that he had pieced together everything. Immediately, he called for the maids to get me and take me to my room to get cleaned up. Two women, who had stood on the sidelines watching the whole ordeal, too afraid of Rain to intervene, finally rushed in and whisked me away. I didn't care to stick around to see if Rain was going to be dealt with this time, but I did her a tad bit scolded for her doing it in public. I shook my head. My Dad cared more about what the public thought than what was happening in his own house. To this day, I still don't know why he treated me less than his daughter. Occasionally, I would catch traces of guilt in his eyes, but that would vanish in an instant that the second rain would come into the picture. The lack of love and attention my father gave me certainly made me hollow inside; apart from my heart, I had a hole in it, and it was bleeding me to death. Suddenly, Rain screamed to the top of the lungs. "But daddy, she was trying to steal my gift. She tried to give me a poisoned cake!"

Mr. Beyers pulled his daughter to his side quickly and whispered in her ear, "You will always have plenty of gifts, princess, and as for the cake." He paused and looked around before continuing. "You know not to eat food that is not made by cooks in the kitchen or our cooks are home." Rain's harsh expression shot back at me with a venomous glare. I could definitely see her rage bubbling underneath. This was the first time I had seen her father talk to her like this in public. "I 'm sorry, Daddy," she whispered in a low tone.

"That's okay," he patted her head lovingly.

"It's your birthday, and you should have to worry about things that don't matter. It's all about you today."

I watched the two of them in front of me, which made me make sick. This father daughter duo forced me to turn my head away and watch their perfect happy moment. As I was escorted out of the room, followed closely behind my father, I could hear Rain's laughter with her friends. The party picked up without skipping a beat, and each person's voice was like a stab in my heart, a constant reminder that I didn't belong in their world. Why would my father refer to me as a thing that doesn't matter? It hurt more to have that question unanswered. I was finally to the door of the basement room; frustrated that it took way too long to get there, when my father grabbed my shoulder. I was uninterested in what he had to say, but I turned to face him anyway, knowing what the consequences were if I didn't. "I've told you countless times to stay out of Rain's way when it came to her parties. Must you disobey me with everything I ask you to do the smallest things?"

I didn't look up and just shook my head. "You'll learn your lesson on the day when I am nolonger here to protect you." Ah, you call this protection. "I'm sorry, Mr. Beyers, it won't happen again," I softly respond to my voice bearly above a peep.

He seemed satisfied with my response but frowned once he glanced at my uniform as if it was the first time he saw it. I wasn't surprised that he hadn't noticed the beer stains that the classmates poured on me along with the smashed cake pieces.

"Get this cleaned up," he instructed the maids. "We can't have her missing work." And with those last words, he turned and left me without a second glance. I was more relieved than angry that he would spend more than a few measly minutes with me. I had grown distant toward my father over the last few years, but I always expected too much attention and effect from him, only to be shamed and embarrassed by Rain and her mother for having such feelings. Those two repeatedly with fail told me my father didn't love me anymore and that his new family was his whole heart. I don't know when it happened, but at some point, I began to believe them.

The maids followed me down to my room, where I striped of my dirty food covered clothes and showered. Once of the had left me a plate from upstairs, to which I was more than grateful. A small note was felt saying that Mr. Beyers had given me the night off as well as tomorrow.My only guess was that he didn't want Rain any more upset than she already was. I ate my plate in not feeling as hungry as I was before. I didn't like leaving dirty dishing around, so I made a mental note to clean it in the morning. I breathed a heavy sigh once my head hit the pillow. The party noise is continuing on upstairs

this little indication of slowing down. I could hear singing as I turned over in my cot. The dark basement used to creep me out with the ghostly sounds of the house settling and the creeks of the floor boards. I can never get used to it and even begged my father for a night light. His response was I should toughen up because I'm not a baby anymore. The happy birthday song echoes in the dark damp basement once again as I stare up at the ceiling. The moonlight and street light flicked through the small windows of the basement, reminding me of all the birthday I had to watch take place for Rain outside or indoors. Only allowed to watch but never participate. It stung. It had been like this for the last twn birthday days. However, what made this birthday different was that today, I turned 18. Officially legal enough to leave here for good. The only hope I cling to now. It is the only thing that keeps me sane.