Bella
Hi, my name is Bella, I’m from the Oak Creek pack. My life isn’t like most 17-year-olds. Everyone thinks that my life is all sunshine and rainbows from the outside. In reality, my day-to-day life isn’t anything that I’d want anyone to have. I have to wake up every day at the same time to make breakfast for the pack. It’s crazy to think I have to do all the cooking and cleaning for the pack house by myself considering I’m the alpha’s daughter. I’m only treated like that when we are in the presence of outside packs, those are the days that I pray to have. Before I know it I’m hitting off my alarm at 4:30 am.
So here I am in the kitchen making pancakes, bacon, and eggs along with fruit trays and toast. I have to be on my game at all times because if I make so much as the tiniest mistakes I’ll get punished for it. Just last week I forgot to bring out the butter for breakfast and my brother ended up catching me in the hall. He grabbed me by my hair dragged me to the ground and gave me what he called a verbal warning otherwise it would be worse the best time.
Well, I guess I must have been in a rush this morning and grabbed the apple juice instead of the orange and that was just not acceptable to Jack. He was so mad that his pale face was a cherry red... he’s always had an anger problem. I knew it was going to end badly, so I tried to avoid him as much as I could.
I made it through the day without any incidences, but I thought I was in the clear too soon. I was on my way to the back patio to feel the breeze before I had to start making lunch but as I turned the corner to head outside there stood Jack. I tried to run away but he caught me and then proceeded to kick me in the ribs.
I couldn’t help but let out a grunt it hurt so bad. I tried to keep quiet I did, and I hoped that Jack didn’t hear it. I pleaded with him that I was sorry and to please stop, but it fell on deaf ears. I wasn’t lucky enough because he did hear me and grabbed the back of my head and smashed my head into the floor.
I must have blacked out because the last thing I remember is pain and a lot of pain. So I sat myself up but when I did the room spun. I slowly stood up with the help of the wall and slowly began my trek to my room. Unfortunately, my room was in the basement because my family didn’t want the pleasure of seeing me unless they had to.
I don’t know what I ever did wrong to have them all treat me the way that they do... I just don’t understand. I try to be so my best and do my best to be out of the way but it seems no matter what I do it’s never good enough.
I finally make it to my little corner of the basement and go into my tiny bathroom. That only consists of a rigged-up shower that only seems to put off cold water, so my shower is as fast as I possibly can have and be clean, and a cracked mirror on the opposite wall. As I look at myself in the mirror I can’t even see how pale my skin usually is because being hit in the face brings some red color into it. If that isn’t the most lame excuse for some color on my skin I don’t know what is.
I don’t have my beautiful emerald green eyes anymore I have now swollen, red, and irritated eyes. My nose is also busted, so my long blonde hair is laced with red from bleeding into it. I have no idea how long I was out but must have been long enough for the blood to dry onto my face. Needing to get my face cleaned up as well as my hair I slowly undressed and got into the shower.
Thank the moon goddess, she must be giving me some kind of leniency and gave me some lukewarm water instead of ice cold. I’m trying to be as gentle as I can and clean my face, but goddess does it hurt not to mention I can barely move due to bruised ribs. I finally get all the blood cleaned up and all I want to do is go to sleep. So I found the comfiest long T-shirt that I have and lay down for the night. As I lay here almost asleep my father’s mind links me “Bella we have guests coming tomorrow morning after breakfast, you need to be present and presentable for outside pack guests.”
Great now I have to not only be in the presence of my father tomorrow I also have to get up earlier so that I have enough time to get ready to my family’s standards making sure “no one suspects that the alpha daughter is being maltreated. ” I’m so not looking forward to all the events for tomorrow.
I had a restless sleep last night, I feel like I haven’t slept a wink. Today’s going to be a long day and it hasn’t even been 10 minutes into yet. Since we are having guests I’m going to make an easy grab-and-go serve-yourself breakfast. Made some muffins and toast along with oatmeal with the usual fruit trays, coffee, and juice. It took less time to go this route than any other day I cooked. I’ll have to keep that in mind to do it more often. Won’t be as much work for me to have to do daily.
No issues with breakfast today thank the goddess. I don’t know what I would have done if something had gone wrong because I can’t have anything wrong with me or not be presentable for the other alpha coming today. I can’t embarrass my father and most of all I can’t have anyone suspecting anything’s wrong.
I’m lucky that we are werewolves because if I wasn’t then my healing wouldn’t have done nearly as much overnight as it did. All I have is a slightly sore nose, but the swelling and discoloration is hardly there anymore. Nothing that makeup can’t cover up. My ribs are still bruised, but not as sore as they were last night at least I can now move around without the breath being knocked out of me.
