The Alpha's unfortunate mate.

  Chapter 1   It all started when I was 11 years old and my mother left home. I spent 3 years raising my siblings. And when I was 14 it got much worse. I started staying up late and working on my assignments and assessments. Doing extra credit as much as I could. We weren’t a rich family and well it’s safe to say that my little brother was the favorite. See, Callum was born premature and my mother Carrie was rushed into surgery. Both of them almost died. And a year later my mother found out she was pregnant yet again but she had to terminate as she was not going to survive and neither was the baby. So Callum was the last born and the favourite to both my parents. I use to have to draw the bath and clean some of the younger siblings but my mom and dad would bathe Callum. We were not allowed to watch tv but he was, and he was even allowed to eat on the couch. Over the years he got more stubborn and pig headed. If it wasn’t what he wanted then he would throw a tantrum. My other brother and sister would start acting like him then be punished. I stood up for them and that is when the violence started on me. I was already the weird girl at school, with my hair having this weird black strand through it. Usually my hair was Blonde. But now I am accused of being rebellious. It got that bad that I was called horrible things like tramp, w***e and these were from my own mom. So it isn’t that unexpected when she called me that in the shops and girls from my school heard it. Now I get it at school and home. My mom packed her bag and she decided to leave with Callum. But yet I was given the blame. Apparently because I was a tramp, mother didn’t want me to influence her son. As if she forgot she had other children. So now Alicia and Mark are under my care. I became a 14 year old mother to a 6 and 13 year old. My father started drinking and became a violent drunk. One night I saw him walking around the back yard and he was talking to himself. Alicia and Mark were asleep and I was glad. But one night things got worse. The night that I needed to get some fishing wire for my art project. I had planned to use this clay to make a statue of Darryl Hannah in her leather and fur outfit from The Clan Of The Cave Bear. Which was also my favourite book. I Had paint for it hidden under my bed. I needed good grades to help me get a good job. I need to get my siblings out of there. The verbal abuse I got and the slaps across the face are bad. But I want to protect them from it. I went downstairs in my night gown to the backyard carefully, hoping to not alert my dad. But as I reached the shed out back, I found that the fishing rods were moved to dads boat. So I decided to carefully sneak to it. Dad never went fishing but he liked the illusion of family bonding. The neighbors that drive past believed we were a happy family. But as I reached his boat I gently stood on the trailer of it and reached the fishing rod that had a loose line blowing in the night. That’s the night that things changed for the worst. I grabbed some line and grabbed the knife to cut a little bit. But I dropped the knife after I felt my hair get pulled back. I was pulled to the ground, and when I looked up I saw him, my father. The alcohol was very strong on his breath and the look in his eye looked like he was a beast looking at prey.