Broken (EDITING IN PROGRESS;)

Chapter 7

Isabelle's POV

As I began to climb down the steps, with every step,  I said every curse word I knew. At times like these; I was so fucking thankful I wasn't linked to the pack. Or else I would've been kicked out or something.

Wait. I basically was an outcast. Meh.

I kept my head down as I stood before the man who had no heart , also known as my father. Well he was empty to me anyways.

"Follow me " , he said as we began to walk to his study.

As if I have a choice ya asshole, I thought rolling my eyes.

We made our way to his study and he closed the door behind us. It wasn't until I looked up that I saw Mary-Anne and what appeared to be her parents. 

I smiled at her but she just looked away. I frowned all of a sudden confused as to what was happening. 

My douchebag of a father sat down and I took the chair across from him. Mary-Anne was seated next to me in between her parents.

"Do you know why you're here?", my father asked sternly.

"Why? Because I didn't wipe enough dust off your shoe", I spat looking at him straight int the eye. I was pissed alright.

I felt something large come in contact with my face. Tears began to sting my eyes.

What the hell just happened?

He had just slapped me. Oh.

I don't know why but it hurt so much. As douchebag of a father he was; he never laid a finger on me. I guess that's why I was so surprised.

I looked away and blinked away my tears. I then looked back with an expression that bestowed no emotion whatsoever. 

My dad appeared thrown back for just a second but regained his composure. 

"I am your Beta until my son takes over. Understand? Now show some respect!" , he growled at me, inches from my face.

I didn't flinch as I bit back a snarky response.

"Continuing on with what I was saying; It appears you have met Mary-Anne", he said leaning back in his chair and gesturing towards where she was sitting.

I simply nodded but didn't dare look at her.

"I'm assuming you' re aware of both of your behavior in the lunchroom?", he then asked with a small smirk.

" I'm not quite sure what you mean by that father. Please elaborate" , I said as he flinched at the word father. I smiled. 

" You and Mary-Anne caused a disruption in the lunchroom by having lots of profanities slip from your mouths and attacking verbally the student body and the teachers. Am I correct?", he asked while raising his eyebrows.

I didn't dare look up. This douchebag never called me in here unless he could handle my face for a couple minutes by telling me something that would make my life miserable, such as me turning into a servant. What the fuck was he up to, now?

"As you can see,  Mary-Anne is now joined with her parents. It is a perfect time for me to say this" , he said with a sly smirk crossing his hands on the table and leaning in.

"Say what?", Mary-Anne and I said at the same time with worried expressions. Please don't let me loose her.

"Due to both of your unacceptable behavior. You and Mary-Anne shall never come in contact with one another again", my dad simply stated with a shrug leaning back in his chair.