The Alpha's Tribrid

Ahsoka My name is Ahsoka Banks. I know, my father has this weird obsession with Star Wars and I have been made fun for my name for as long as I can remember. I turn seventeen soon but I won’t be celebrating. It is not something worth celebrating. I stare at the mirror as I cover up the bruises from last night. Father never leaves any on my face or anywhere else that I can’t cover up. Even on the hottest day I am forced to wear long sleeve shirts and long pants. I have a bruise on my hip that is starting to turn purple and wince as I touch it. I quickly finish getting ready to head downstairs to make my father breakfast. The sooner I get that done the sooner I can leave and get to school. Hopefully h is in a better mood than last night and leave me alone. I start making poached eggs, a huge pile of bacon and toast. The coffee pot is running and the newspaper is sitting on the table. I pile the food on his plate and place it in it’s proper spot with his mug full of coffee. I get to c

AhsokaI am not use to anyone being so friendly towards me. It kind of makes me feel uneasy, like the shoe is about to drop. I head straight to the office and I am greeted by the receptionist. She gives me a friendly smile.“Hello you must be Ahsoka. My name is Ms. Hadley. This is your class schedule as well as a map of the campus. I will show you to your locker.” It worked once so I might as well try again and sign to Ms. Hadley.“Thank you Ms. Hadley.”“No problem dear, just follow me.” I raise an eyebrow as I follow her. Another person who knows sign language. I have lived in many towns and not once had I come across someone who could understand me. Ms. Hadley shows me to my locker and gives me the combination. She already has all the textbooks I will need for my classes. The classes are set up like college classes. Tuesdays and Thursdays I have chemistry, AP US history and PE. Mondays and Wednesdays I have world history, calculus and AP English. Fridays I have art and auto mechan

AhsokaI wake up earlier than I normally do. Dad normally doesn’t hit my face, but he was so drunk last night he struck me. I tuned out my surroundings that I don’t even remember him hitting me. Thankfully it’s not a huge bruise on my cheek but I’m having a hell of a time covering it up with make up. I’ll have to keep my hood up to cover my face. It’s slightly noticeable if anyone was looking too long at my face. I give up trying any further and head downstairs to make father’s breakfast. Once breakfast is finished and I clean up, I turn to head out the door to find father standing in the doorway watching me. “Sorry my angel. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Father walks over to me and reaches to touch my cheek. We’re back to being nice, well his version of nice. I flinch slightly ,but his touch is soft as I hear him curse under his breath.“I should’ve never struck your face. Now be a good girl and hide it well. You do that and I’ll have a gift waiting for you when you get home.” He is

AhsokaI feel bad I didn’t say goodbye to James today, but I am too worried father will know what happened at school. I haven’t been at school for even a week and someone already found out about the bruises. I cross my fingers that Nico doesn’t say anything. I get inside the house and begin getting dinner situated. I hear the front door slam shut letting me know he is not in a good mood. He must know.“Hello angel. Did anyone notice your bruise?” I don’t know if this a trick or not but I decide to lie since I know he will hit me anyway if he knows.“Good. I am proud of you. I have something for you.” He hands me a small bag. I slowly open the gift he has given me and find it’s a book on angels. I am slightly confused at his gift, but sign thank you to him anyway.“Angel’s are a gift from heaven and being that you are one, I figured you should learn about who you are.”I know he calls me angel but I question his sanity if he believes angels are real. I see his eyes narrow and I look

NicoThe house is extremely tidy and there doesn’t seem to be any family pictures on the wall. It’s like this house jumped out of a magazine or something. I sniff the air and catch Ahsoka’s floral scent leading to her bedroom. Her room is bare, I don’t find anything personal about her in the room. Her clothes are neatly hung up, her shoes are in a perfect row and her bed is made with no wrinkles.This house is making me uncomfortable. I leave her room and sniff again. There is a strange damp scent in the air that I can’t place. It’s almost putrid. I’ll have to ask dad about it. The smell is coming from her father’s room and it’s definitely strongest in here. I snap out of my investigation as I hear the bus pull up down the road. I hop out the window I came in and lay by the tree we were at yesterday. My heart flutters as I see Ahsoka smiling and heading straight for me. She drops her bag and plops right next to me. “Hey big guys,” she signs. I nuzzle her neck making her giggle. Damn