Broken (EDITING IN PROGRESS;)

Chapter 2

Isabelle's POV

I entered the dining room and inwardly groaned. I had totally forgotten how large the "table" was . It was like hundreds of tables put together. Just my luck huh?

I started to set platter upon platter of pancakes on to the table . I thanked God that no one had sat down and were all conversing in the other rooms. 

"You have five minutes swee-", Pat kindly tried to warn me but I cut her off.

"Thanks", I replied nonchalantly not even bothering to look up.

"I - " , Pat tried to speak but I cut her off again. I was not in the mood today.

"Save your bullshit speech for later please" , I said in a rude  tone. I heard her footsteps leave.

I sighed and bit my lip. She was just too sweet at times for her own good.

"Whoah that was a little TOO harsh", said a voice I knew oh too well. I froze in place as I was setting a platter of pancakes down. It was one of the Alpha's son, Christopher. I hated him with an absolute passion. He made sure I was bullied and hated upon at school and at the pack house. That little shit...

I didn't bother to look up and continued to set the platters. Please go away...

"What?  Why the silent treatment, babe?", he asked coming closer. I inwardly puked a little. Yeah you are hot and all but you probably call every female that fucks with you babe. 

I took another step forward setting down the platter. I heard footsteps behind me getting closer untill I could feel his nasty breath on my neck.. ok it was minty but it doesn't matter. 

"You' re being a bad girl aren't you?", he said as I felt him laugh against my back. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and pull me closer to him . Dude you ever heard of personal space?

"Christopher. STOP" , said a familiar, sexy British accent. Christopher took his hands off of me and glared at the intruder .

"Who the hell do you think you are big brother? You think you-", Christopher yelled at the sexy, British voice but I drowned out what he was saying because it clicked all of a sudden. 

Alexander was no other than Christopher's older brother who had taught him how to bully and hurt me . HE was the one who had made sure I was alone by myself at school without friends. He had left one day and I assumed my torture was over but no .. Christopher had stepped in. I don't know where he has been for the past four years but ....he- he . That fucker.  I dropped the platter I was holding and breathed in and out angrily.

Both of them looked towards me. I glared back and could barely see from all the angry tears that began to build up. Dang I was one angry hoe today but what the actual fuck? Could this day get any worst?

"Isabe-", Alexander started to say with sadness in his eyes but I just angrily walked past him and started to continue to set out the remaining platters. He tried to talk to me but I ignored him completely.

I had had enough bullshit for a while.

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I finished setting the last one and ran out the dining room as fast as my legs could take me. But being clumsy as I was I tripped over a rug and bumped into somebody ...and hard.. We both fell down.  

Then I heard a loud voice screech: "YOU STUPID BITCH! LOOK WHAT YOU DID!? YOU RUINED MY NEW DOLCE-", she continued to rant but I cut her off. It was no other than Keera. I had really jinxed myself wondering if my day could get any worst.

Keera stood up fuming. I had a feeling I knew what was coming.

I quickly got up but she slapped me so hard and I fell back down. I felt the tears stinging at my eyes again.

I looked up through my blury eyes and saw a circle form around us. My eyes landed on a specific face. The face who had brough me into this world.

My mother.

She was trying to get to me but people were holding her back.

Keera then punched me repetitively. One after the other. The only reason it hurt was because she was wearing fucking rings. Stupid skank.

I felt blood ooze down my face but I didn't dare fight back. I felt my face hit the floor but it didn't hurt. How could it? I was too use to this.. I was a punching bag.. 

I was too numb.

I glanced back up and saw my Mom crying and screaming at everyone to do something but they held her back and ignored her pleas. They had to or else my Dad would get mad that she touched me..still cared for me....and nobody liked it when the Beta got angry.

I heard  many different voices and Keera's laughter as my head began to pound . I could hear my heart pound vigorously as the room began to spin.

No. I'm not showing them I'm weak. 

I stood back up with all the strength I had left  within me.

Everyone became quiet and  all I could hear was my moms sobbing. 

Strangely enough everyone made a pathway for me as I limped to the Kitchen to the only family I could think of.

Pat..

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When Pat saw me she cried. I probably would cry too,  if I saw me. She hugged me and explained how she truly loved me but had to say those nasty things so the Beta would be satisfied I was receiving no love from anyone.

 Go figure, that son of a gun.

She ran to the sink and grabbed a towel and wet it alongside grabbing a bucket. She went to work cleaning all the blood off of me as I sat on the counter. She smiled and lovingly tended to my wounds. She hummed as she worked but I could see her lower lip wobbling. 

Mhmmm I should make her laugh. She never laughs.. neither do I , but still.

I smiled thinking about how angry people would get if they saw me sitting on the place I prepared their food. 

"Oi?! Are you smiling?! After what just happened Bella?? " , she stared at me flabbergasted.

"Well I AM sitting on the place where I prepare their food and God knows how fucking nasty my apron and clothing are from wearing them over and over!", I said with a smirk even though it hurt my face.  

"Oh whatever. They can eat shit for all I care!", said Pat throwing her hands in the hair with an angry expression.

I burst out laughing .

"What?!", Pat demanded in her thick, french accent. I just continued to laugh holding my stomach. 

 She joined along and we laughed together for what it felt like the first time in forever..

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Author's Note: 

I'm giving a go at this whole writing thing! I hope you like my work so far! I'm actually pretty proud of myself hehe! Anyways the picture on the side is Alexander aka the ever-so-sexy ZAC EFRON! Mhmmm...

-BB x