Season Two: Chapter Eighteen

Alora.

The line went dead and my hands trembled badly as the phone slipped past my hand and fell to the floor. I shivered, as I collapsed unable to hold myself anymore and I started to cry. I didn’t cry, I wailed.

My parents were dead, they were gone. For years, I had prayed for their death, cursing them for selling me to Jax. Someone who was only one step away from totally killing me.

I hated that they neglected me when I was younger, leaving me to wander the woods all alone where I could have easily been hurt or worse attacked by a wild animal.

Everyday, they made me feel like an outcast. I already was one but I wanted my parents to accept me when no one else did. But they hated me and kicked me at any chance that came.

And when I had met Jax in the woods, a boy who was only a few years older than I was. He was cruel too and hit me when I acted stupid. He insulted me any chance he got. But I couldn’t let him go. I had no one else so I clinged to Jax any chance I got and bor