“Back then?” Kelvin asked with raised brows as he stared at her. “Did the alpha and Luna mistreat you?”
“No, they aren’t really my biological parents, they just adopted me when I wasn’t so little.” She sighed as she bit into her lower lip, wondering if she was supposed to even be telling them the things she had tried to much to forget since she had come here. She had struggled to forget because it came haunting her like a nightmare, like an endless loop of consistent horrific thoughts without the slightest hope of ever escaping. It was a taunting darkness that always craved the thought to engulf her once more and take her back into the darkest pits, just to have fun watching her break from the inside out.
“You were adopted?” He asked with raised brows, completely taken aback at the thought that the alpha and Luna did not just have a child of their own, instead, they decided to adopt Emily. Perhaps they had a problem having children of their own?
“I was.” Emily nodded as Melanie clicked her tongue and waved her hands slightly at Kelvin.
“No surprise there. Everyone was talking about it when she arrived in the pack. I’m not so surprised since you had been in the human city by then.” Melanie pointed out as Kelvin nodded at her point, since it only made sense he wouldn’t know about it. Besides, he just couldn’t understand how she looked completely different from her parents, so maybe that cleared the air out just a little for him.
“So what happened with your previous parents?” He asked as he glanced down at Emily who clenched her jaw, really not wanting to explain it, but since she had to make it clear it wasn’t Kelvin’s fault and why she had trouble trusting strangers, she had to say it.
“My father was a human whilst my mother was a werewolf, She… Uh… She kind of fell in love with him when she turned eighteen and they had me merely by accident. Her parents did not want her to be mated to a human so they casted me aside as a mistake child and they disowned my mother for bearing a child that wasn’t supposed to be born.” She said as her tears began to blur her eyes, forcing her to bat her eyelids quickly to dry them up and keep them from falling. “So, my mother went to live with my father in the city, but he wasn’t particularly well to do so having a child to feed was becoming a problem. My mother was rich in her pack, under a rich man who worked as an omega in the pack, despite her father hardly getting as much as a beta or alpha, she was still considered one of the ‘better off’ children in the pack. So being chased from the family robbed her of that privilege and she couldn’t stop thinking about it every single night in my father’s tiny house.”
She stool in a sharp breath and looked away as her tears got the better of her and escaped her eyelids, sliding down her cheek. She quickly wiped it so they wouldn’t really notice, but since they were looking at her as she told the story, they obviously noticed her tear.
“When I grew older, I needed to start eating eventually and my father couldn’t make ends meet in time and my mother got infuriated by it all as she lost lots of weight from feeding me and also hardly eating. So every time I cried that I was starving they would yell at each other. Then, it came a time where I began talking and kept on crying about how hungry I was and how I wanted the toys just like out neighbor’s child and wondering why we didn’t have money.” She chuckled painfully as she glanced down at her fingers with a deep frown on her face. “They snapped that day when they realized I was the cause of their problems. I was the center of all their pain and suffering. They accused a four year old of ruining their lives. That if I just didn’t struggle to grow inside my mother, she would have been married to an alpha, or probably a beta, my father would have been well into his career since he had to stop investing in his college funds to take care of me and my mother. So then, after that they treated me like I was just a pet they kept around. I’d get whipped if I dared say I was hungry, I would have my ears pinched badly if I cried…. The torture went on and on and I just didn’t know what I would do next. I felt alone and hated so much. Everyone around me treated me like I wasn’t supposed to exist. My father began bringing rich women home after a while and if I was home that day to catch him, he would beat me to pulp and threaten me not to tell my mother. Then, my mother started going out with richer men and she’d do the same. Then, one day my mother brought in a man a bit younger than her but very rich, he was attracted to her and wanted to sleep with her at least. She went out for a phone call and I was just in the living room drawing random objects on the wooden floor with some hair pin that my mother didn’t use anymore, when her new boyfriend walked up to me and asked if I had ever been loved before.”
The instant she had said those words, Kelvin’s eyes widened in horror as he knew what the man had meant back then, and furthermore telling it to a four year old girl who could nearly speak or understand adult language. His worst fears of what she might have gone through were slowly beginning to haunt him.
“I asked him whether he meant having everything like the other children was love and he said no.” She frowned deeply, lacing her fingers together. “He asked again, this time he asked if any boy had ever loved me before and I told him no again. That I don’t go to school and I’ve never really talked to many boys before. Then he asked if he could love me tomorrow and that he’d promise to buy me some candy as a start and I was so happy that I said yes excitedly, almost happy that I was about to get all the things I’ve wanted. And he would give it to me. He told me not to tell my mother or she would tell him not to get my stuff and I promised I wouldn’t tell her or my father. So when my mother came back, we both acted as though we weren’t talking because my mother hated it when I talked to her visitors.”