I'm Not Yours, Alpha (Under Revision)

Prologue

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Prologue

"Come on Tampa, score!" My dad yells at the TV set in frustration. There's only 2 minutes left in the third period and Tampa Bay are down by a goal, if they don't score then Montreal wins. Unfortunately, my dad is a Tampa Bay Lightning fan, while I'm a Montreal Canadiens fan, so you see there is some tension in the Riverson household at the moment.

"Don't hold your breath dad, Montreal has this in the bag" I say to him, and watch as P.K Subban glides across the ice like it's nobody's business. "I mean look" I point at my favorite player and continue. "There is no getting that puck off of him!"

My dad just glares at me and rolls his eyes, "Who taught you to speak?" He asks, I see the twitch in his bottom lip and I know he is joking.

That's my dad for you, he's always joking around and knows how to have fun.

Thankfully, he nor my mom are overly strict parents, I mean yes, I have a curfew, and yes I do have chores to do, but other than that I'm free. It's not like I'd do anything purposely to compromise the trust I've build with my parents, mostly because I wouldn't know how to.

I'm what society calls a square peg in a round hole, better yet a 'misfit', or as Urban Dictionary defines it:

'Basically, an individual. In the school social classes of today, a misfit doesn't fit into any one quite right, not even the outcasts, but may have qualities of each one.'

That's pretty much sums me up, I don't fit in. I'd like to say I don't fit in the box society calls high school, but truthfully I'm just really quiet.

Yes, I do speak, I'm not mute, though everyone thinks I am, but honestly I just don't have the need to say much to anyone since I'm practically friendless.

Thank god for him, my one friend, I honestly don't know what I'd do without that crazy boy.

Carter, my best friend has been with me for as long as I can remember. One of the main reasons being that we accept each other.

Carter, is what you would call the 'Jock' or 'Player' of our school. He plays almost every sport like he's a professional, and his chocolate brown hair and deep brown eyes accompanied by his tall and toned body give him that unique 'look' guys only wish to have, and girls dream about at night.

I bet your wondering why he hangs out with me right?

Well, the answer is, we just fit, we even each other out.

He makes up for my lack of words and tries to get me to open up to others a talk more. However, even when I'm with him and I feel like I've grown stronger and can socialize more, I'm drawn to my shy and conserved ways, but as I said he accepts me for who I am.

On the other hand being the complete opposite of me, he is a pinball bouncing around to every social class and getting hit on by almost every girl, hell, even some guys. I'm the needle to his balloon, I'm there to deflate, or release the hot air building up in his head, or as he says 'Bring him back to reality'.

Well, reality is we are each others halves, puzzle pieces that go together. We boost each other up when either one of us are down, but we also fight like an old married couple.

Let me just clarify something before I continue, Carter and I are not in a relationship.

He was my first kiss and my first crush, but we would not work as a couple.

I know this because we tried, and we both agreed that we are better off as friends.

I am brought back to reality when Tampa take possession of the puck and are on a breakaway. My dad jumps in excitement and then glass he was holding falls and shatters, leaving glass shards littering the floor. The contents of said glass spilling all over my mom's favorite carpet.

He lets out a string of curse words as he looks at the alcoholic liquid covering the floor. We look bavk to the TV and see their player shoot, but before we see what happens the TV goes black and then follow the lights leaving us in complete darkness.

Power's out

"What!?" My dad yells, forgetting about the carpet completely. I've always been able to see well in the dark, so looking at his face now is priceless, his jaw is agape and eyes wide as he takes in the black screen of our TV. I look at him a bit longer, his face is covered in stubble that's the same color as his greying hair, the likes of which is a little disheveled.

"I'm going to find a flash light or something" I tell my dad, who gives gruff in response still looking at the TV, and I get up heaing towards the kitchen.

When I return to the living room with a pack of matches -since that's all I could find- and a few candles, my mother sits next to my father.

"Thank you, Stella" My mum says and gets up to help me light some of the candles.

We start to light them, slowly placing them down on the coffee table and around the living room. The glimmering light illuminates the room quickly and we aren't in complete darkness anymore.

I strike the coated side of the match against the surface of its box one last time and watch as it lights, creating a tiny puff of smoke. The tiny flame burns brightly as it swings back and forth due to the light breeze running through the windows of the house.

I step forward towards the final candle and feel a stinging pain in my foot. I look down to see the shattered glass my dad dropped beneath me. I move quickly, then everything happened so fast, there was nothing I could do.

All I heard was my mum yelling hysterically as the match fell to the floor, right in the middle of my dad's spilt alcoholic drink.

Then there were flames.

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-Elena