"You shouldn't treat your child like this?!" My grandad roared. I looked down while gripping the bottom of my sweater.
If they're unsuccessful I'm gonna be in so much trouble when they leave. They'll probably send me down to basement and chain me up with silver like they did last time something like this happened.
"She's weak! We can't claim her! She should've been stronger!" My Mom yelled. All these words made me want to cry more. I knew every word she said was true but it hurt to hear them.
"There's nothing we can do she's weak." My Dad stated firmly. "Look at her she's crying, a sign of weakness."
"She's crying because she's had too grow up fast. She's bullied everyday. Your child is in pain and you two you don't give a rats because you to keep your positions." My grandma spat in disgust.
"I don't even know who you are anymore, son." Grandpa said lowly.
"I know who I am and that's enough. I won't claim a runt!" My Dad exclaimed. I glanced up quickly and everyone was looking at me.
"A runt is weak. A runt isn't allowed the same opportunities as everyone else and that's life." I whispered. My Mom smiled and sat back.
"See even she agreed." My Mom said happily. I sunk into my chair and sighed.
"That's because you taught her to be like that, to think like that. She's strong I can see it in her eyes." My grandpa said roughly.
"If you two think she's so strong then take her. She's a waste of space anyway." My Mom said nonchalantly.
When the words left her mouth a loud sob broke through my lips. That's it. They don't want me. It's official.
I looked up at my Dad who looked shocked. My Dad cares deep down I know it plus I'm his only girl. Grandpa always told me how my Dad wanted to spoil his only girl.
"You- she can't go. We need a runt." My Dad said quickly. I was sobbing loudly and I don't think I was ever gonna stop.
"It's too late. She needs to be a teenager and for once in her life have fun not worry about what she has to do next." My grandpa growled angrily.
"I'm surprised she hasn't offed herself yet. That's a sign that she's strong." My grandma said. My grandpa stood up and picked me up.
He walked out of the room as I held onto him and cried. A few minuets later I heard my bedroom door squeak open.
"Get all of your stuff. We aren't coming back." He said as he sat me on my feet. I looked up at him and wiped my face.
"They don't want me anymore." I whispered. My grandpa's face twisted in and uneasy expression before he smiled.
"A window closed is a door opened." He said. He wiped my face and kissed my forehead. I turned away and went to grab all of my stuff.
By the time we were all done it was twelve in the morning. I picked up my suitcase and rolled it into the hall with my other bags.
"You've got a lot of stuff, little one." My grandpa said as he looked at all my stuff. I yawned and nodded.
"Can we go?" I asked. He nodded and picked up six of my bags. I got my suitcase and my duffle bag before walking downstairs.
No one seemed to notice me as I walked towards the door and for the first time I truly understood that when I left no one would notice of care. I sighed and reached for the door.
"Royale." My Dad said from behind me. I turned around and looked down.
"Yes Alpha?" I asked while looking at my feet. I heard him sigh then he lifted my head.
"You don't have to leave." He said. For the first time I noticed he had a small scratch on his face right next to his left eye it was really old.
"I do, Alpha. I won't get anywhere in life if I stay. I don't even have parents that care my grandparents care about me and I think it's best if I stay with people who love me." I whispered while trying not to look him in the eye.
"I love you, Royle, I'm your father." He whispered.
"If you did you would've raised me not random moms in the pack that felt sorry for me until I was old enough to feed and bathe myself." I spat. I surprised myself with that one. I had never talked back before in my entire life.
My grandparents were standing behind my Dad and I turned to leave. I felt better after saying that. I'm not a punching bag or a runt I'm a person that deserves just as much as the next person.
"Be safe, Royale." He said quietly.
"I'm ready to leave, grandpa." I said before opening the door for myself.
When I was in the car I laid on the backseat and put my grandmas sweater over me as a blanket. All I can think about is when I get to my grandparents house and start my new life.
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Sorry I almost forgot about this story.
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