"My life began in the city of Baton Rouge, on September 3rd of 1987. I was 5 years old when I was found outside a fire station. For almost 13 years I was bounced from foster home to foster home. When I was almost 18 years old, I Presented as an Omega.
I didn't think it was a big deal, but apparently older Omegas don't like younger ones in their home. When I went downstairs, I was hissed at by Mrs. Bents, my Omega foster mother, while her Alpha and husband, Mr. Bents, just stared at me for a minute before both of them looked at each other, then they herded me upstairs. I didn't realize what was happening before it was too late. I remember blood and pain and then hearing screaming and sirens." I sit up from where I'm laying across the couch, unable to continue.
"I think that is enough for today, Kuro." My therapist, Santiago, a blind older man of about 30, says, "you did very well today, especially because I know you don't like to talk that much." He raises his hands, a gesture I've gotten used to over the year I've been going to him. I help him stand and steady him as I guide him out to the reception area of his home and office. We are quiet as we walk, when I am leaving he calls out that the next session will be at my own home and cafe. I smile.
When I arrive there are already a few people waiting for me to open the cafe. Two of them, fraternal Alpha twins, come here regularly. I also see that they brought a trio of Alphas with them. I wave to the twins and their friends before I turn to open the door. I sigh when I find that the door isn't locked, apparently I forgot to lock it in my hurry to be on time to my appointment with Santiago.
I turn the lights on as I enter and slip around the counter flipping lights on and warming up the frappé machine. I eat a granola bar with some milk for my pill. I am just about to take it when I spot someone, probably one of the Alpha trio that Alec and Jane brought, watching me avidly. I pause for a moment, before downing my pill. I get to the counter and start taking orders. When I am done with almost everyone Jane and Alec get in the line with a paper in one of their hands, each. When they get to me they hand me the papers and I ring their order up, which amounts to 44.50. They almost always clear me out after the morning rush. I sigh because, once again, they have cleared me out. But I am grateful to them because they are my most informative critics when it comes to my cooking.
When I look up I nearly jump out of my skin because of the towering Alpha in front of me. He is one of the trio that Alec and Jane brought.
"Scusa, non volevo spaventarti, ma mi stavo chiedendo dov'è 'il tuo bagno?" He ask me softly.
"Non parlo molto bene l'italiano." I blush as I say this, shame coloring my scent. He blinks before softly smiling.
"I said sorry for frightening you and asked where your restroom is." He says in perfect English.
"Through those western saloon doors to the right of the front door." I tell him. He nods in thanks before leaving the counter. I start on Alec and Jane's order, I finish faster than I usually do. I take a carry tray, load everything and start to their table. When I arrive I look up and nearly faint due to the blood rushing to my face.