Him, His Uncle And I!

2 Rebecca

" Alright, everyone get to work. We are supposed to serve twenty omelets, sausages and bacon same quantity as the omelets. Red beans apparently the improve trying out for a baby, fruit salads the princess is suddenly on a diet this week-"

" Then who are we making the twenty omelets, bacons, and sausages for?" Mia said, a year older and a sweetly naive girl. we couldn't help but laugh. Even our slizzy witch manager joined in. She hated the wolf princess. The wolf princess of this Pack was very obese and they kept saying that it was baby fat even after she was over the age for that. But it wasn't her fault, her father spoiled her too much.

" Don't disrupt me while I'm talking!" Lucy said with a hypocritical face after she was done laughing.

" Sorry." Mia said, looking down.

" Anyway, make pancakes too in case the princess does not want to eat her salad. That's all, chop chop." She dismissed us

I made my way to the other side and prepared to beat out the eggs, my favorite job since it is the only anger management method we all have.

Taking out the whole pack of thirty, I stretched my hands ready to start when Kayla sneaked up on me.

" Happy Birthday!" She said, throwing flour on me.

" Huh?" I genuinely asked.

" Argh, Rebecca, you can't do this every year, which weirdo always forgets her own birthday! That's it, we are going partying tonight, right?" She said, lowering her voice on the last part.

What she did not know is that I can make it an effort to forget this day, my birthday. I mean, what is the point of remembering when your parents and siblings won't be here to share your birthday? When at only 7, with only 7 birthdays in the bag, you were sent to be a slave by your own family. Would you want to remember the day they brought you to this Earth? And believe me, I wasn't like this in the beginning. My cynical character developed over the years as I matured.

As a 7 year old, my parents woke us up in the middle of the night the day before my birthday and took us to a cave behind our house to hide. They didn't say much, except for some bad guys coming after us. It was me, my mom, my dad, and my twin sister. Then they left us in the cave and said that they were going to try and "reason" with the bad guys. Later that night, they fetched us, and we went back to our house. I thought everything was over and I could get back to my bed and sleep because I could wait for the next day, our birthday. Only, I was mistaken. It was the beginning for me.

Instead of taking us back to our rooms, my parents placed us in the living room, with the elders of our pack and a bunch of the other members of our pack.

My mom and dad knelt in front of me and said, " Becky, you know how much we love you, right?" And as an innocent 7 year old, I nodded and echoed their words with a childish smile showcasing my missing teeth, " Yes, I know, Mama and Papa love me." I used to call them that, Mama and Papa because apparently those were the first words I said, so they stuck as I grew older.

My dad smiled and said, " Great and out of our love for you, we want you to do something for us, okay little Becky?"

I didn't sense that anything was wrong, so I nodded vigorously.

My mom and dad looked at each other for a couple of seconds before my mom decided to be the one to break the news.

" Becky, see those bad guys we told you about... we managed to reason with them, but..." She stopped looking at the floor, looking very sad.

" But what mama? Did they do something to make you sad?" Naive old me fell for her trick. She nodded and said, " They want to take one of you away from us." She said with tears falling down her cheeks.

Then she held our hands and said, " Rosalie, Rebecca." She said, looking at the both of us.

" I don't want to lose you, my babies." And seeing her cry also made us cry, it was the mother effect.

" Is there anything we can do to make mom stop crying?" Rosie said, then she coughed violently. My twin, who was technically my older sister because she came out first, was always sickly from the minute we were born. She visited pack healers more than she visited amusement parks. Even though there was only one near our territory meaning she never got to visit one. She was too sick to play or even go outside.

The people of our pack would even joke and say that I took all the health genes from our parents and as a seven year old, which made me feel guilty. I would stay with her indoors and try to make her day as fun as I possibly could with all the restrictions mom had given us when I wanted to play with Rosie.

I never saw it back then, but my parents blamed me for Rosie's poor health. Even though they tried to act fairly between us, they indirectly always stood by Rosie, and I thought it was because my twin was a sick child that I didn't pay much attention to it.

In fact, I helped them nurse Rosie and even gave her all my toys. In the end, I also gave up my life and freedom for her.