Chapter Three Welcome to My Life Part II
Taming the Alpha
Written by AndiCullen104
Beta-ed by Khyharah :)
A/N- Thank you to all who are reading this story and to those who review! You guys truly keep my muse happy. ;)
WARNING- Dark themes! If you are triggered by this please do not read.
To be hurt
To feel lost
To be left out in the dark
To be kicked when you're down
To feel like you've been pushed around
To be on the edge of breaking down
And no one's there to save you
No, you don't know what it's like
Welcome to my life
~Welcome to My Life by Simple Plan
JPOV
This time I was in a bedroom, nothing at all tickled my memory here. It was dark outside yet it was very warm in this room almost too warm. The bed was unmade and the room itself smelled stuffy and gross. Shoes, clothes, and purses were strewn about the room so I knew that a woman lived here.
What are we doing here? No one is even here.
Watch.
You know that is getting really old real fast.
Watch.
Whatever.
I didn't have to wait long before I heard someone breathing heavily while he or she pulled someone along. The door to the bedroom eased open and there was a girl who looked eleven or twelve all but dragging a woman into the bedroom. The girl had her arm wrapped around the woman's waist and moved slowly to get her to the queen sized bed.
"It's okay, Mom. Just a little more to go." The girl comforted her Mom when she had groaned.
Finally they reached the bed, which she helped her Mother lie down and tucked her in. I watched her brush the short brown hair from the woman's face.
"I'm going to make dinner, okay? Um stay here and try to get some sleep." The child told her Mother as if she were the child.
"Bella get me a bottle of whiskey, please baby? Mama needs something to make the pain go away." Her mother grimaced not even bothering to look at her daughter.
"Mom, I really think you've had enough. How about I make you some soup, or if you're not up to it, I'll bring you some crackers. Does that sound good?" She asked softly.
"I said I want a bottle of whiskey. God Bella, you never fucking listen!" She paused. "Why do I have such a useless daughter?" She grumbled to herself but loud enough for Bella to hear. I could see tears gather in Bella's chocolate brown eyes, but she forcefully blinked them away.
I was pulled into another scene with Bella and her Mom, but there were also two men sitting in the kitchen with them. Beer bottles lined the counter and a pile of a couple day's worth of dishes was left in the sink. Bella was sitting pushing her food around her plate while fidgeting; I could tell she was uncomfortable here. The Mother was having a good ol' time with the men chattering away drunkenly and waving her hands around as she talked. Her movements were uncoordinated yet that didn't seem to faze her.
"Bella, why don't you go do your homework sweetheart. Let the grownups talk. I mean how many F's did you receive on your report card?" She giggled. "My girl will only be good for her looks and even then it's a touch and go. I mean just look at her, what boy would see anything in her?" Bella's face was red as a tomato and she quickly shot out of her seat and rushed out of the kitchen.
I know her, I told the presence in my mind. At least I think I do.
Why can't I feel anything? I know this should cause some sort of reaction in me.
No response.
The colors around me swirled as another vision swept me from the room. When everything stopped moving, I took a look around to where I had been taken. I was now in a bathroom where a woman with long ebony hair flowing down to her back sitting in the tub. There were scars covering her russet skinned arms, so many of them that they laid on top of each other. Some were scabbed so they were fairly recent, but others seemed older.
She was crying softly, holding something in her hands that I couldn't see.
"Leah, you home?" Someone called from downstairs.
"Uh yeah, just a minute Mom." She scrambled out of the tub, dropping something shiny on the floor in her haste. Leah pulled down the sleeves of her shirt down to cover the horrendous scars that littered her arms.
I watched her wipe away her tears, and she took deep slow breaths. The pain she was feeling so was clearly written on her face. So much I had seen so far and I felt the need to have my emotions back. I was watching people's most private moments and couldn't feel a damn thing. I was so numb. All I could do was watch the horror of their lives, all the while feeling as if I knew them, yet not being able to remember them.
I was gone from the room within a blink of an eye and felt myself being pushed into another place. I was in a dirty living room. It looked similar to the one where I had seen the little boy Paul, but I saw a baby in a play pen. The woman from the other vision seemed younger as she rushed around the house in a hurry. She was looking for her bracelet before spotting it on the shelf that held the dusty TV. Paul's Mom clipped it into place just as a knock came from the door. I watched her leave the scene and I could hear her greeting someone.
She came back in the room with a young teenager. I recognized her from the vision with Embry but there was a major difference between what she was like in the previous memory than what she was like in this one. Embry's Mom didn't look at all haunted, she was so full of life here. I briefly wondered what had caused her to become so broken.
"Okay so you know the routine, right Tiffany?" Paul's Mom asked the young girl.
"Yes Mrs. Lahote, Paul is in good hands with me." She smiled reassuringly. Mrs. Lahote nodded and left the house.
"So it's just you and me, baby." Tiffany cooed at Paul. She fed and changed him before going into the nursery. She came back without him, so I assumed she had put him down for a nap. I watched as she turned on the TV and was about to settle in for the night. Not a few minutes later, heavy footsteps could be heard on the walkway to the house. Tiffany was engrossed in her show so she didn't hear the front door opening and closing.
"What the hell are you doing in my house?" Mr. Lahote slurred as he staggered into the room.
Tiffany got up from the couch with surprise. Apparently she was not expecting anyone to be coming home.
"Oh hi, Mr. Lahote. I just came to watch Paul. I didn't know you would be coming home, I can go now. Paul is down for a nap so he shouldn't wake up anytime soon." She said quickly as her eyes darted around the room in her nervousness.
"You are a pretty little thing," he mused aloud. "I like pretty little things."
"Um my parents are probably expecting me home now, I should really go." Tiffany tried to say bravely but her voice shook. Mr. Lahote began to walk forward purposefully, and the look on his face let me know that he was getting off on her fear. He backed her into a corner, and I knew what was going to happen. There was no way she could fight him off; she couldn't run because even in his drunken state he would catch her.
Her cries were the last thing I heard before the room began to spin taking me somewhere else.
When I came to, I saw Bella in bed asleep she was older and the room was chilly. I looked to see that the window was open, letting in the breeze. A boy jumped in through the window, his bronze hair stuck up in all different directions. His bone white skin and stench should have stirred my emotions, but again I didn't have any here. He walked towards the bed and laid down wrapping his arm around Bella.
He began whispering in such a smooth almost seductive voice in her ear. I couldn't hear what he was saying but it caused distress in Bella as she tried to move out of his stone cold embrace. He held on tightly to her continuing to whisper in her ear. She began to mumble and I swear she was repeating what he was saying. A smirk spread across his too perfect features as he continued to speak softly to her.
I couldn't hear what they were saying; it was like I was listening from under water.
I so wished I could be pissed right now, but I don't even remember what that feels like.
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