"Mistake"
957 Words
"Olivia's POV"
I was zoned out during my history class, as I was in deep thought, I didn't even hear my teacher calling me, "Miss. Olivia, Miss. Olivia" Mr. Perez said before tapping my shoulder.
I jumped, before making eye contact with my teacher, "Uh um yes Mr. Perez , I'm sorry" I said.
"Class ended 5 minutes ago, its time to go home" Mr. Perez said, "And frankly, I would love to be home now, so I need you to be fast". My eyes widen in the realization that I'm going be home late and I'm going to be in a lot of trouble when I get home. I hurried up and grabbed my stuff before darting out and running home. I was two minutes late. I opened the door quietly as I stepped in a shut the door, trying to be as quiet as possible. I thought I was going to be okay as I walked halfway up the stairs,
I felt my hair get tugged as I started to fall down the steps. "WHY ARE YOU LATE, YOU STUPID WORTHLESS BRAT" my dad's voice boomed.
" I-i- i'm sorry dad" I said.
"DON'T CALL ME DAD YOU BRAT" my dad said as he threw me against the wall.
I winced "I'm sorry sir" I said, as I grabbed my side to help reduce the pain, but it didn't work. My dad was about to approach me when the doorbell rang,
"ONE MINUTE" he yelled. "Babe come deal with this brat" he said, as he walked to get to the door. My body wanted to relax for a second but that wasn't happening because Patience is my stepmom,, who yanked me by my hair while dragging me to the kitchen.
"Get up ugly" Patience said in her annoying screechy voice. I start to get up but Patience feels I'm taking too long so she yanks her up by her hair. "We have guests, so hurry up and start dinner, and maybe you will get some", Patience says while twirling her hair.
*James POV*
My stepdad always calls me son, but I hate it. Every time he calls me, I roll my eyes in my head, I think of him as the guy who wrecked my happy home. I addressed him as Robert. "Hey Robert", shaking his hand. He started to lead us to the living room when I looked over and saw my step-sis in the kitchen making dinner. So instead of sitting down, I approached her, thinking to myself "they still use her as their slave". She saw me and I could see her eyes light up. "Hey sissy", I said with a huge smile and gave her a huge bear hug. She hugs me back but quickly pulls away and looks around to make sure no one sees her. That made me sad, she is the sister I never got to have growing up and she can't give me a hug without being scared. I put my head down in sadness and walked to the living room where Avery and Robert were. While they talk I'm stuck in my thoughts 'maybe I should ask my alpha if she could come to our pack so she can be free from this horrible abuse'.
*Oliva's POV*
I felt better after my stepbrother gave me a hug, but I couldn't help but think, did anyone see him? I hope not because I will be starved and hurt. I only ate 2 times a week. I couldn't eat at school because it cost money. The only time I wore decent clothes was when I went to school, but that was only twice a week since we had a shortage of teachers. Our pack, Silver Moon, wasn't the best either. People kept leaving. Our Alpha has been sick and his son is too young to be Alpha and our Luna well she passed away after a rouge wolf attacked her, ever since then our pack decreased in size. My birthday is next month and I will soon leave too, and I will never return to this f*cking sh*thole. I finished dinner and stood at the spot I was supposed to be at where someone wanted more of something.
I watched as they ate until Avery caught my attention by saying "Hey you there, come pour me some more whiskey". I hated him. He was just like my dad.
"Yes sir" I said as I walked over with the whiskey in my hand.
I began to pour it when Patience, my stepmom, kicked the back of my legs, causing me to spill some on Avery. Even though Avery knew my stepmom did it on purpose, he grabbed my hair and yelled "YOU LITTLE PIECE OF SH*T, LOOK WHAT YOU DID". He then threw me against the wall and threw his glass cup at me. It hit me in the head before shattering right on the floor. He was about to punch me when my stepbrother got in-between me and him. That made my stepmom really upset because
she said "Son, why are you trying to protect that little wh*re." Then she yelled at me "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SON? WHY IS HE PROTECTING A SORRY NOBODY LIKE YOU?'' she then ran up to me and scratched my face with her long nails. Tears started to pour down my face as my cheek started to burn. My dad then grabs my stepbrother and throws him outside. I hear his car speed off before I'm kicked in my ribs multiple times and thrown into a small closet and I'm kept there for hours. I feel myself dosing off to sleep. I try and keep myself awake but I can't.
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