Mr. Possessive (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1- The Attack

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picture to the side is Coco

The Attack

As my house came into view, I could see my mom stranding on the porch steps waiting for me. From where I stood, I could see her face clearly, and it did not look happy.

Cautiously, I walked the rest of the way to my house until I was standing right in front of my mother. A few seconds passed with her staring down at me. And then the yelling began.

" Where have you been young lady? Do you know what time is is? It's nine. while you were out doing whatever you were doing, Your father and I were worried sick. We even thought about sending a search party, because we thought you were kidnaped by roughues, but than the Alpha calmed us down." So you mind telling me where you have been all this time?" She scoled me.

As I looked in her light brown eyes, I could see disapointment in them.

" Mom it wasn't my fault. Coco ran out of my hands and I couldnt find him" I mumbeled.

" Well I see Coco is safely in your hands. So why dodn't you tell me the truth" She continued sternly.

"Moommmm" I groaned " I am telling the truth, it's just that while trying to find Coco, I bumped into someone from school and we got caught up talking" I explained part of the truth and hoped that she would let me go. I did not want to get her hopes up by telling her I talked to Rayan.

My mom looked at me for a moment and said " I'll let you off the hook this time."

Yess!!! I mentally cheered. " But...." She held a finger up to stop me from going inside " If this happens again you will be in magior trouble. Understand?" She continued.

" I promise" I said " Thx mom, Luv u!!" With that said Coco and I made our way inside.

Once inside, I took Cocos leash and let him run to the living room. With that done, I also took my boots off, and tierdly made my way to my room. I ran up the stairs and threw my rooms door oped and jumped on my cofortable queen size bed.

My room has violet walls, with some band posters hanging on them. Only one of the walls is covered in pictures that were taken from the past 18 years. One picture that stood out the most, was a picture with my mom, my dad, and I when we were at the beach. That day was one of those days where I thought life couldn't be more perfect. I had my family with me and I was happy. In this picture my parents and I looked so happy, and we still are. As I look at my mom, I see and exact replica of myself. The hart-shaped face, pink cheeks, small nose, red lips, and blonde hair. The only thing I inherited from my dad are his blue eyes, and deep dimples on both my cheeks. Besides that, my dad has black hair and a strong jaw line, and pointed nose.

As I looked through more pictures, I realized that even though I don't have friends, I have a family that loves me, and that's all that matters.

The rest of the walls were plain vieolet. On one corner of the room, there was a study desk with my laptop, school books and other things. Beside it was a bookshelf full of my romance books. There were two green bean bags near my bed and a fluffy white carpet. My bed sheets are a cream color and the pillows have all the rainbow colors. Overall my room is pretty simple, but it represents me in every way.

I took my Ipod from my bedside table and started listening to One directions new song " Story of my life". Seriously they are Amazayn and their songs are really good. But my favorite out of them would be zayn.

While listening to music I started reading one of my favorite stories " Notice me"

I was so caught up on listening to music and reading my book, that I didnt hear my mom slaming my door opend and started yelling orders at me.

I took my headphones off and heard her saying " Rose, quckly pack some things, we have to go the pack is being attacked!"

As those words left my mothers mouth, I threw myself off the bed and got one of my bags from under the bed. I put some of my clothes, laptop, phone, and my wallet. While I was doing that coco came in the room and was barking at me, I got his leash and put it on and took him with me.My mother on the other hand, had gotten out of my room, in the time being and had gotten her own stuff and was now telling me to hurry. I could hear the screams and growls from outside.

I looked at my room one last time and ran down the satirs following mom. At that moment all I could think about was my dad and the people that were being killed. I wanted to go and help, but I pushed those thoughts at the back of my head and followed my mom throught the back door and towards the car. I got in the pasanger seat, put my bag in the back seat and put coco on my lap. Once my mom did the same thing, she turned the engine on, and once it pured to life, she steped on the gas pedal and we drove off. Leaving the place where I grew up behind.

Once we were far away from the fight, I turned to look at my mom. Her face was stained with dry tears, and her eyes were red. At that moment I decided to ask my mom the question that I have been dreading to ask.

" Mom where is dad?"

She took her eyes off the road for a moment to glance at me and said looking at the road again, "ohh, honey, I'm so sorry, your dad died while fighting the attackers and I couldnt do anything to save him" she said. And I could see in her eyes how broken she was. After all my dad was her mate and they loved each other unconditinably. I could see how they looked at eachother lovingly, that's how I want my mate and I to be.

After hearing those words come out of her mouth, I was so shocked I couldn't speak.

My dad, the man that cheered me up when I was sad, the man that always bought me everything I wanted, the man that inspired me and was my biggest role model, the man that my mother loved, and many people from my pack and humans respected, was . . . . . . dead.

I wanted to curl up in a ball and cry, but the tears wouldn't come. I think that was because I still couldn't believe that the man that raised me and that I loved, wouldn't be there anymore to make me smile or make my mom happy.

Because he was gone. Forever

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