Vanilla And Chocolate

I gave her a piece of my mind but she only looked shocked by my statement; As I quickly brushed the topic away.

“Look babe, forget about this issue for now. I am attending the wolf conference with my father so I don’t want him to come over to punish me more than what I have already received today. We will discuss this later ok”. 

“Ok, if this is what you want, then fine”. Lucy shrugged her left shoulder with her hands folded across the other, as she looked away trying so hard to blink the tears that were threatening to fall out of her eyes.

I headed to my bathroom to prepare myself; Atleast to shower and change into another clothes, since the one I had on was stained with my blood.

When I was done, I came out and saw Lucy so engrossed with her phone. She was probably playing one of her favorite games as usual and had not noticed when I came out of the bathroom.

I grab a green buttoned shirt with a touch of white on it and a black skirt, placing them on my bed. 

I wanted to look casual wearing this and I do not care what father would do seeing me in this dress; I said to myself and hissed aloud, startling Lucy who turned towards my direction, with a questioning look at me.

“Nothing babe.. Am good”. I gave her a slight smile but said nothing, while she continued playing with her phone. I pulled away from the robe on my body, and I took a new pair of pants and undies and quickly had them on before settling into my dress.

The skirt was stopping above my knees and the shirt exposed a bit of my cleavage even after I had locked all the buttons .

Just to be sure I was satisfied with my look, I went to the mirror that was placed between my window and my bed to check out my reflection on it and noticed my cheeks were not having the colors they used to, like when I used to be happy.

I ignored my looks as I grabbed a comb from my shelf and began combing my hair after which I packed it into a loose ponytail which dangled behind my back.

I decided to apply some nude lip gloss and put a little shade of blush on my cheeks not to look too dull since I would be attending the meeting where a lot of people from different packs would attend as well; Perhaps, I won’t get notice as the Alpha’s daughter of the west crescent pack, I thought to myself.

“Wow, you look cool, but I think you look too casual in this?,” Lucy frowned slightly but I only rolled my eyes at her with a weak smile.

“This is what I want babe.. Let me head out now before father would come for me instead”.

I stared blankly without glancing at her direction, hearing her mutter “ Ok”, as I exited the door and was now in the living room in a flash. 

On getting to the living room, I saw a glimpse from my mother’s clothes as my father had pinned her to the wall and his hand was pressing tightly onto her.

I could also hear her whimpers and her cry in between soft moans as he forcefully kissed her on the lips.

I came out from where I had hid and cleared my throat to notify them of my presence. Sensing my presence, my father looked up immediately and left my mother who tried to straighten the hem of her clothes, unknown to her that I had seen all that my father had done to her.

She flashed me a smile I know was not from her heart and retreated back to her room, and I was now left alone with the devil himself called my father. 

“Ready little swine?”,

He roared with no emotions in his voice as the expression on his face remained strong like a heartless demon. 

Are demons really nice? I asked myself inwardly. Some demons are nice only in the novels I have read a long time ago; I responded to my inner self.

“Ye – yes father”.

I tried to muster up the courage to respond to the horrible name he called me. 

“Then head out already, we are running late”.

I shook my head in approval and trailed behind him as we got to the packing garage of the pack house.

There was a car in front of our house; a BMW X4, the latest model and there stood our driver, Atiza, waiting as my father and I approached the car.

Azita bowed in courtesy to my father who only shunned him to drive us immediately to the conference meeting.

I sat in the back seat and my dad sat in the front seat beside Azita.

Moments later….

I felt the car come to a halt but I was too reluctant and lazy to open my eyes after I had fallen asleep from the pain I had endured in my arm.

I heard a familiar cold and thick voice call out my name, but I only moaned and continued into my little slumber only to be shook with force on my hurting arm that I let out a scream then opened my eyes to see two dangerous eyes, staring dangerously at me without care.

“We’ve reached so raised your butt up and get the hell out from my fucking car. Weak swine”.

My father cursed as he left my hurting arm and came down from the car while I struggled to come out too, holding my huringt arm as I muffle my sobs.

I trailed behind my father and stopped when he stopped to greet the people he knew. A few turned to say hello to me and I responded to them, trying so hard to keep a straight and happy face so they wouldn’t notice something was wrong.

We finally entered the conference hall and we were met in a not so large crowd, of about 50 members from different tribes and packs. My father walked in and so did I.

My father greeted the people seated beside us as we took our site, silently.

Half an hour into the meeting, I suddenly felt uneasy because there was this sudden scent I began to perceive, that got me all confused and worked up.

I suddenly felt the urge to use the restroom. Perhaps, I will feel good after I use some water on my face.

Just as I was contemplating on how to get over the crowd, the scent came hitting hard that it almost knock me off my balance that I wonder if something was wrong with me because the people seated beside me seem to be in a good spirit, but here I am fighting off the stronghold that has threatened to pull me off.