Omega's Submission

I sat up straight as a loud bumping sound echoed off the walls. My heart hammered and I was scared for a moment before I realized it was probably my siblings up there, slamming things around. Suddenly the remnants of the sleep drained out of me and I stood up abruptly to check the time. The worn-out clock showed that it was past 8 and I had overslept by 15 minutes and everybody else was already awake. Quickly, I rushed to change out of my pyjamas. Just as I was about to reach for the door, harsh banging resounded and startled me. Fear started to trickle through me, followed by an uneasy feeling. I was nervous and scared of whichever sibling of mine was outside the door. But I didn't get much time to react as it banged again and I gathered the strength to open it. I was greeted with an annoyed-looking Willow staring back at me. Her face had a distasteful scowl that made her harsh features look even harsher. "Explain to me, why you sleepy ass isn't in the kitchen yet?" Her scowl deepened as her eyes darted behind me before landing on my unmade bed. My room was small and didn't have much except a single, worn-out bed and a bedside lamp that I had found in the scrap box. "I-I am sorry, I was just coming." My body shivered under Willow's harsh gaze. I could sense her anger and I mentally cursed at myself for getting up late. I had slept late yesterday after cleaning the entire house. The entire night my body ached from overworking and I barely got any sleep and when I did, the sun had already risen. No wonder, I had awoken late. "ELARA!" came a shout from behind my adoptive sister, and Sage came into view. "Where are my eggs?" I gulped and tried to slide out from between the door and the tall figure standing in my way. "I'll get them ready." My heart began to pound harder in my chest. I couldn't receive a pounding today, no matter if it meant begging them to not hit me. The Moonfire Gala was tomorrow and it would be my first time out of the house since I turned eighteen a month ago. The least I wanted was to look presentable if I were to encounter my mate tomorrow. "Guess what? Finn is late for work and he isn't very happy about it either." Sage reminded me as I stormed upstairs into the lounge. Hearing my adoptive brother's name made a shiver run down my spine and I didn't need to know about him to realize that he would certainly be mad at me. I was internally praying that he would only shout and not hit me like last time. I gulped at the thought, and tears were already brimming the corners of my eyes. The moment I stepped into the lounge, my breath got stuck and I paused. In the kitchen stood Finn, with his large towering body by the stove. The stove was turned on and a pan was sizzling. He must have heard my footsteps because now he was turned towards me with a steaming spatula in his hand. For a moment, I was ready to duck if he threw the utensil at me but to my surprise, he remained frozen. I advanced towards him carefully. "I'm sorry. Let me get the eggs ready in a minute." I said cautiously extending my hand towards him. The look on his face was stoic and disgusted. I could make out the many curses and bad things he had in mind for me but he still extended the spatula to me. "Take it." He uttered and I almost had to hold myself back from thanking the moon goddess verbally that I didn't get a beating this time. While the behaviour of my siblings was hostile towards me normally, I would only get a beating whenever I would make a mistake. Relieved, I tried to grab the spatula when he pushed it down on my hand. A scream came from within me as the hot metal touched my skin, burning it brutally. I quickly pulled my hand away, as tears began to stream down my face. But Finn was too strong for me as he grabbed a hold of my wrist to stop me from moving away. "Finn, please. Stop! You're hurting me." I cried out loud through the pain. The spatula was turning colder but my hand was burning in his grip. For a moment I thought I would faint from the pain but realized that I was very much conscious when he pushed me back and I stumbled, landing on the floor. My hand was red and I could tell already that it would blister. "What the f**k were you thinking? She's useless now." Willow and Sage came up the stairs watching me roll on the floor and staring at my hand like it had been chopped off. "She wasn't of any use before either. I gave her a reason now." He replied, shrugging before tossing the spatula down on the floor, beside where I lay. "Get to work or I'll burn that other hand of yours as well." His warning came and staggering, I got up. Wiping my tears off, I made my way to the kitchen. The silence in the house was evident as they all wondered how would I manage to cook like that. But I was too scared of Finn and protective of my other hand to argue. The three of them eventually sat down on the table as I served them food with my spare hand. The entire time, I had to keep myself from hissing out loud through the stinging pain. Finn showed no remorse, neither did anyone else and they had gone too far for me to expect such a thing from them. I was expected to be grateful to them that they had continued to let me live here after our parents' death. Almost a year has passed and I still wasn't sure if I should be grateful or miserable. I always tried to do the former.