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Ch 9 Motorola!

Chapter 9

•STACY•

These past few weeks I came to realize how bad the omegas are treated. Like it’s not even humane they are all beautiful strong werewolves that take s**t from ungrateful wolves. It hurts my heart to just see them and still work with a smile on their face grateful just to make it through the day. At this point, I am so disgusted at my so-called brother and the fact that he treats them so poorly makes me want to drop-kick the buttface. 

No matter how tempted I am every time he hits Xoila or when he treats us worse than the scum of the earth Xoila reminds me that we aren’t in a position to oppose him. That just makes me madder because she seems to get the worst of it and it upsets me to no end but, XOILA was even like 

“DoN'T mAKe HiM mAD it’LL oNLy gET WorSE”. shaking my head like SpongeBob did when he was making fun of someone I don't remember who. Like okay, AND he’s over here hitting her and she’s over here acting like she can’t just beat his ass.

 I’m just so sick of it 

It’s only been like 6 months since we told mom and dad to the second power that we’re leaving the pack. Now that I think about it she hasn’t even mentioned anything about how we’re leaving or where we’re going and who we’re going to live with. Like we’re gonna be 16 we can’t just get a place you gotta be 18 for that at least. And we would have to try and find jobs but the one good thing about pack schooling we basically graduated high school last year at 14. Yeah, 14 most people graduate at 18 like normal humans but it's cuz we're pretty smart and tried hella hard to get out of school because the other pack members would be a little too rude at times and I really just didn't want us to deal with it.

You know thinking back to graduation it makes me smile just thinking about how happy mom and Dad were. How dad got so excited that he picked us both up and spun us around shouting “My babies are so smart IM SO PROUD OF YOU”. My dad really called us that and not gonna lie I was like excuse me, sir? Your Babies? But Xoila’s face...her face... It’s still funny I think about how Xoila reacted she was super stiff when my dad put us down and bright red. 

My dad was just so proud that day I still remember how it felt when he patted my head afterward, big smile on his face and then he said “ Lor and Morgan would be so proud” Then noticed my moms happy face turn into that of worry and then my mom semi ran to hug Xoila as soon as she saw the tears forming in Xo’s eyes. I walked up and hugged them both and my Dad just pulled us all into a group hug laughing like a dork.

I really do miss them I really hope they see how Cadmar is treating us and I hope the goddess lets my Dad smite him. I just hope he gets what he deserves because you know how the saying goes “If we don't plant the right things, we will reap the wrong things.” My mind starts to wander to my mate and I begin to wonder... 

Is he older? 

Tall? 

Short? 

Wait is he even a he? 

What if he’s a she? 

I'll still love her right? 

What if my mate doesn't want me? 

What if I never find my mate!? 

Ugh, wait what time is it? 

I turn over in bed and look at the time 4:59 am.

I sigh realizing I haven’t slept due to my mind wandering all night. I guess 2 days with no sleep aren't so bad if I put in the extra effort then maybe later I'll finally be able to sleep. Also when I get the chance I have to ask Xo about the plan because we have officially 6 months 24 hours 59 minutes and 15.3 seconds left to have everything ready to leave. 

In T minus

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the alarm goes off and I see Xoila shoot up out of bed. She looks a bit disoriented but she sighs and rubs her eyes realizing that we have to get ready for the day I feel her sadness, her fatigue and her.. Fear? 

Did her punk ass forget that I can feel part of her emotions so she turns kind of realizing that I'm up and smiles at me? Really did she think I wouldn't catch on? 

“Morning Stace” and trying to fake a positive outlook knowing damn well that her pessimistic ass doesn't believe in this positive vide. She picks up on my feelings realizing that she can't fake it and her eyes glisten a bit and with a weary smile comes up. 

And as if she forgot about the situation or just remembered something good she looked at me with watery confident eyes, she shrugs standing up and going straight to the small bathroom we have in our shared room to freshen up. Most omega rooms have about 2 to 4 people sharing these small rooms each room is about 8 by 8 in feet. 

The average twin size bed is 6.25ft long and with 2 twins in place, we had just enough room for them and a small dresser and small lamp for when it starts to get too dark down here. Our dresser has the belongings that were “appropriate” for our new statuses. 

According to Lord asshat, we didn't deserve all the things dad and mom had gotten for me and Xoila over the years. HA! The moment we leave I'm stealing our stuff back and probably taking his stash of cash. That he thinks I don't know about that'll show that buttface doodoohead. 

Hmph now that I think about it how much does he have in that safe? a couple hundred? a thousand? 

As I ponder on my possible fortune I see Xo walking out of the bathroom.

She's wearing the simple outfit all omegas are provided a pair of black slacks and a white long sleeve button-up shirt. She puts on her black socks and slips on her black vans. Standing up tying on her black apron and looks at me expectantly. I grumble dramatically throwing off the covers and proceeded to get ready. I walk out a few minutes later and see xoila standing outside of the room. 

She looks so relieved? and then I notice that she's shaking little as she gazes at the screen of a small old school Motorola flip phone. Where the heck did she get that? How come I didn't know about it? Why? is she shaking? s**t is she having an anxiety attack? I don't even know how to deal with my own! I don't like when people touch me but maybe she won't mind it.

I tap her shoulder and she jumps in surprise a bit like she didn't notice me like was she so distracted that she didn't even sense me? Do we have to brush up on our training? I look into her eyes hoping she gets the message that I want to know what's going on without the need for a mindlink. 

Instead of mind linking, I feel as she sends me her emotions. I feel her relief, her excitement, her happiness and then I understand her message. I now know that she has the solution to our troubles, the answer to how we're getting away.