The cup slips from my hand and shatters everywhere in the sink. Why? What the fuck have I done wrong to make this day become worse and worse?!
Selena stands at the door still frozen. "Well, aren't you going to invite me in?" George says. She moves out of the way and he slips past her. "Good girl." Ah hell no.
"She's not a dog fucktard, so don't treat her like it." I shout before I can help it. I may not like Selena but I definitely don't like this George guy.
Selena shuts the door and they both turn towards my direction. George smirks before turning back to Selena. "She's not a very sweet one, is she?" He takes his leather coat off and throws it on the couch. "I went to the diner she works at, and personally I have never felt so attacked." He says dramatically.
Mom opened her legs to that? I check the time, 2:49. "I-I'm going to bed. I have school tomorrow." I say, not wanting to be in the same room as both of them.
"Did I say you were dismissed?" Selena snaps. George turns around and smacks her, causing her to fall to the ground because of how much force he used. I gasp and push myself to rush to her side, even though my body is screaming in pain.
"Selena, are you okay?" I ask as I help her up. She is to stunned to talk. I push her behind me and hold onto her hand and turn around to face George.
"I don't give a fuck if you are my dad." My hands begin to shake out of anger. "I don't give a fuck if you are a known murderer," I stand up straighter then I ever have and point my finger at him. "You don't ever hit my mother." I glare at him and he smirks.
"How do you have respect for this woman? She beats the shit out of you but when she gets a taste of it herself, you stand up for her." He crosses his arms and tilts his head. "Why is that?"
I shake my head. Before I can say anything, Selena pushes me to the ground and I twist my ankle. "I don't need you to stand up for me, you stupid bitch." I bite my tong to stop from screaming in pain.
I close my eyes and bring my fist to my mouth to stop myself from screaming, both at Selena, for being such a bitch after I defended her, and to stop from screaming in pain over my ankle.
I stand up painfully and balance all my weight onto my good ankle. I take a deep breathe and face Selena. "You're right, and it will never happen again." I walk, more like wobble, to my room and slam the door.
Once the door is shut, tears start silently falling down my face. That bitch! I stood up for her and she does this?! For once, I thought that if I stood up for her, she'd treat me like an actual daughter and not some piece of shit.
I shake my head, how the hell could I have been so stupid? 'Maybe she'll change?' Yeah right! She'll never change, and shit keeps hitting the fan ever since George showed up!
I sit down on my bed and carefully remove my shoes. My ankle should be almost completely healed by tomorrow and everything else will only be bruised on my eye and a few spots in my abdomen.
Why do I even try to do anything anymore? And with that thought, I fall asleep.
Beep beep beep
I quickly shut my alarm off and sit up. Maybe it was all a dream! I jump out of bed and quickly get dressed. Maybe George Barber isn't my father, maybe it was just a really fucked up dream! I quickly brush my hair and put it in a ponytail.
I quickly rush to the bathroom and brush my teeth, and wash my face. I apply liquid foundation to my face to hide my forehead that has a bunch of small annoying zits that never seem to go away. I take a deep breathe and look into the mirror, I freeze.
There's a faint dark rim around my right eye and on the left side of my jaw. No, please goddess no! I rush out of the bathroom into the living room, where I see Selena sitting on the couch with the usual in her hands. She's still in her bathrobe and has her eyes glued to the tv. A bang from the kitchen makes me whirl around.
"Damnit! Where's the eggs at, Lela? Never mind, I found 'em." George shouts. I freeze, why is he still here?! And nobody calls Selena 'Lela', she fucking hates it-
That makes more sense now.
"G-George, what are you still doing here? I thought you left last night." I nervously fidget with a strand of hair. George sets the bowl of eggs down and faces me.
"Well, good morning to you too Hazey." I silently groan.
"Yeah um, it-it's just Hazel." I stutter.
He shakes his head and clucks his tongue, "I'm your dad, I can call whatever I please, Hazey." He goes back to the bowl of eggs and continues to mix them. I bite my lip and he glances over his shoulder towards me. "Quit biting your lip and speak up." He says, no demands.
"D-does Alpha Diaz know you're on pack territory?" What I really mean is, What the fuck do you want?
He laughs, "Of course he knows I'm here. Yesterday I came and spoke to him and we made an agreement that as long as I don't kill anyone on pack territory or mean harm to one another, I am more than welcome to stay."
He turns towards me, "Now I have a question for you," he tilts his head to the side and leans in the table that is in the middle of the smallish kitchen. "Why haven't you shifted yet?"
Because I'm not allowed too, "I don't know, I just haven't yet." I say quickly. I check the time on the fridge, 7:14. "I-I have to get to school," The truth is I don't have to leave for another half hour but I urgently need to talk to Derick and I don't have a phone to do so. I head toward the door to get my backpack and groan. I forgot it at the fucking diner, great. I hurry and go to my room to grab my hobo bag I made a few years ago, and toss in a couple notebooks and extra pencils, considering I'm going to have to write extra crap down today.
I open my door and pump into something big and hard. "Shit!" I take a step back and look up. Figures, George is standing in the way, asshole. "S-sorry, George. I didn't see you there."
He shakes his head and sighs. "It's dad."
I look at him confused, "huh?"
"You call me dad, not George." I silently groan, again. I nod my head slowly and say 'okay'. "Why don't you sit down and eat breakfast," it's not a question but yet another demand.
I move my bangs out of my face. "I-I can't because I don't really eat breakfast and I really need to get to school so that way I can have enough time to get to my locker." More like get to class without being noticed by other people in the pack.
"Was I asking?" He snaps, Joys! He's a male version of Selena.
"Listen to your father, Hazel." Selena shouts. I slip on my black Chelsea boots and nod.
"O-okay," I say.
"O-okay what?" I look him in the eyes, so that's where I get my black colored eyes from.
"Okay dad," Jeez, should I start calling Selena mom as well? He nods in approval and steps out of the way.
"Good, breakfast is on the table and I'll drive you to school today." He states. Nooo! Can this day get- actually, I'm not even gonna think that because of what happened yesterday when I thought that.
I put on a fake smile, "Great." I quickly walk to the table and place my bag on the floor. Selena, surprisingly, is already at the table slowly eating a piece of bacon. George comes in and plops a plate in front of me.
"Eat," he says as he takes his seat. I look at my plate; eggs, bacon and toast. I take a piece of bacon and nibble on that. Selena gets up throws her plate across the room.
"Why the fuck are you here?!" She yells. "If you're here for the bitch, fucking take her and get out of my house!" George slowly stands up and smacks her. I flinch and she laughs hysterically. "You think that fucking hurts?!" She lunges towards him but he catches her and holds her tightly in between his arms.
"You need to calm the hell down, Lela." He says then lowers his voice. "Before I stop being generous and punish you." She laughs again.
"Fuck you!" She thrashes in his arm but his grip doesn't loosen. I intently stare at my plate why bouncing my leg. No, I'm not going to protect her when she still treats me like shit.... but she's still my mom whether she allows me to call her it or not.
I sigh and shake my head before standing up and crossing my arms over my chest. "Geo- I mean Dad." I take another breath. "Dad, please just let her go so that way she'll shut The hell up and drink until very sorry ass falls asleep sleep."
She stops laughing and looks at me with a look of hate. "My 'sorry ass'? Really you stupid bitch! I birthed your ass and that is how you're going to talk to me?!" She begins to struggle even harder against him. "Fuck you too! I never wanted to have you but I did! You ruined my life, and I will always despise you for it! I will never fucking love you for as long as live!" I wince at her comments but try to block them out the best I can.
I take another deep breathe. "Put a sock in it," I say as my breathing becomes uneven. She looks shocked at what I said.
"You stupid bitch, I'll kill you!" She begins to yell over and over again. I shake my head, Happy Birthday to me.