Not My Alpha.

I looked around the bar that I shouldn’t have been in. I took in all the drunken strangers who were making complete fools of themselves. Most were young college students, but the occasional middle-aged man or woman would show up. I just kept think to myself, why am I still here? It was late on a Saturday night and all my 16-year-old self could think about was getting home and trying to get through Fridays homework.   “Cam, aren't you having fun?” I looked up to see my friend London leaning against the table. It was her Idea to come here in the first place, and she was having the time of her life. She kept leaving me to go dancing with random guys. To me that isn't much fun, especially since I didn’t even want to be here.   “Yeah totally!” I yelled back to her putting as much enthusiasm in my voice as I could. She obviously couldn’t tell I was kidding since she smiled and walked back to the dance floor. I looked down at my phone to see it was three in the morning. My parents are going to kill me if I don’t get home soon.   I got up deciding that I had enough and was just going to walk home. London couldn’t get mad at me since she left me at the bars by myself all the time to run off with which ever guy, she liked that night. Outside the bar was quiet so I started walking home. Most nights it's a lot wilder in our town and I wouldn’t even think about walking. Honestly though my house is only about five blocks from the bar we were visiting tonight.   When I arrived home, everything was quiet. My parents are usually still awake around this time. That’s kind of odd. I wish more than anything I could go back and change what I did next. I don’t know what to this day made me do something so out of character.   I pushed open my parents' bedroom door and seen the most horrific scene. My mother was tied to a chair with her mouth gagged. My father was lying on the ground while another strange man sat on top of him. There was blood all over the strange man. My mother's eyes went wide when she seen me standing in her doorway. She looked like she wanted to scream at me but I couldn’t understand what she was trying to say with her eyes. Before I could turn to leave or even process what was going on someone grabbed me from behind. One strong and muscular arm wrapped around my stomach while another was coving my mouth.  “Boss, look what we found.” The man behind me said. I wanted to scream or run when three more men walked in and stood next to us. The man on top of my father got up before turning to face us. If it weren't for the circumstance, we were currently in I would have thought he was one of the most handsome men I had ever seen. He had dark brown hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.   “Put her over there.” He pointed to the bed. “Make sure she doesn’t get out. She can witness what happened to traitors.” Traitors, was he talking about my parents? What could they have done? I have never seen this man before in my life? How does he know us?  “What are you going to do to them, Tora?” The man holding me still asked.  “I'm going to kill them, of course. They should have known from the day they betrayed us that this was coming. Shouldn't you have?”  The man, Tora, said turning to my mother. All she could do was nod as tears streamed down her cheeks. I know how she felt as tears streamed down my own cheeks.  “Let us start with you.” Tora turned back to my father. I was forced to watch as this man and his friends carved my dad up. They didn’t flitch or even show any kind of remorse. It didn’t matter how much I creamed or cried they continued to cut him until he stopped moving all together. Tora got up and left the room saying something about a phone call.  As soon as he left the man holding me got up, grabbing my arm in the process hard enough that it would bruise. He dragged me towards the closet before throwing me into it. I scrambled towards the door hoping I could push it open. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t budge. I pushed my ear up to it hoping to hear something. I instantly regretted it when I heard my mother's muffled screams coming from the other side. Suddenly there was a loud c***k and a man grunting. I knew instantly what was happening and covered my ears as more tears fell from my already sore eyes.  I don’t know how long I sat there like that before the door opened again. The same man who had thrown me in here grabbed me once more dragging me out. I fought as much as I could but I didn’t matter he never once flinched or acted like it hurt. The room was almost the same as when he out me in the closet the only difference being the bed was a complete disaster and my mother was now the one on the ground.   Tora came in a moment later and surveyed the scene in front of him. He made an in human noise before walking over to my mother. She was sobbing loudly into her hands when he reached her. “I don’t care what you do to me but, please don’t hurt her. She isn't even ours!”  What? What is my mother saying? I’m not theirs? That’s Impossible. I have heard the stories of my birth over and over. I have seen the records and even the horribly homemade video tape of the day I was born. Why would she say something like that?   “You have no right to request anything. You put yourself in this situation.” Tora said to her before grabbing her hands and pinning them above her. I watched in horror as he slit her throat. Blood sprayed his face as he watched my every move. “Run. You can have a ten second head start.” I didn’t understand what he was saying until the guy holding me let go. It suddenly hit me; I was going to die if my feet didn’t start moving.   I shot up off the bed hearing the men laugh as I ran away. I knew ten seconds wasn’t going to matter, they would catch me and I would die. I could never get far enough away in that short of time. I had just made it out of the house when I heard them hit ten. I didn’t know where to go or if it was going to make a difference. Choosing in a split second is not my strong suit and I ran around back. I had just made it around the corner when a hand shot out and grabbed me. I was pinned to the house with one of these barbaric men sneering in my face. His hands hitting whatever part of me they could get to. I don’t know how long he hit me before more of the men joined in. When I thought I was as good as dead they suddenly stopped. Tora stood there looking at all of us before tilting his head. The men instantly got up and walked away leaving me in a pool of my own blood.  After I was sure they had gone I dragged my broken and bruised body up off the ground, holding onto the side of the house I made my way slowing back inside. I had to see my parents. I had to know what was going on. Why did they hurt them? Why did they kill them? Just who were these men and why did they hate my family so much? My body hurt so much it surprised me that I even made it back into the house. I kept trying to tell myself it was a bad dream as I stumbled through the house. Everything looks normal. Our pictures on the wall, my parent's shoes waiting by the door. Nothing was out of place. If someone walked in here, they wouldn’t know the horrors that happened only rooms away.  Once I had made it to the bedroom my body completely gave out on me. I collapsed in a puddle of blood. When I looked up my eyes met the lifeless ones of my mother. Her mouth was still open in a scream that no one would ever hear. I crawled through the sticky red liquid until I was laying on my mothers still chest. I don’t know how long I laid there waiting for her to make some kind of noise, some kind of movement.   Once I processed, she was one I crawled to my father. The sight was almost more horrific. His eyes and mouth were also open, but that wasn’t the worst part. It was seeing just how deep the cuts and s***h marks actually went. I would be lying if I say I didn’t try to help. My hands flying to the deepest cuts trying to put pressure on them. When I noticed there wasn’t any blood leaking through my hands, I knew he was gone also. My body at this point gave up fully. I collapsed next to my father. What is that?  Sticking out of my father's chest was a silver blade with a black handle. Why would they leave the knife? Isn't that part of murder 101, never leave the evidence. My brain was trying to process everything, thinking about everything I had seen and everything that was said. The leader, Tora, kept calling them traitors. Could it be he left the knife as a warning? Who would the warning be for? I obviously wasn’t meant for me since I was here to witness the murders. Could it be for someone else my family knew, who was also a traitor? The only people my parents knew here were my uncle and his son. I should really try to get help maybe my uncle would know what to do. The problem is we don’t own any phones or computers. My parents thought they were unnecessary. My uncle lived on the other side of town.   I drug my body off the floor swearing that this was the last time. If I could just make it to the neighbors, they should be able to help me. Once again, I drug myself through the house, this time leaving smudges of blood along the walls. My footprints where bloody and my feet kept sticking to the ground the more the blood dried. Your almost to the front door, just a little longer. My eyes felt heavy but I pushed through. Someone who could help was so close. Maybe they could tell me why those men spared me. Maybe they could tell me what my parents had done that was so bad it got them killed. Maybe they could tell me why I wasn’t freaking out anymore, or why I didn’t run to get help right away like I should have.   The front door was right in front of me now. I just had to make it from our driveway to their door. The lights in the neighbor's house were off. Hopefully they would wake up. I don’t think I can wait too long. My legs barely carried me from the driveway to the start of the neighbor's grass. I was so close I wasn’t going to stop now. After what felt like an eternity, I was pounding on their door. I don’t know how long I was knocking but when the old man opened the door and saw me all of the color drained from his face.  “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice shaky and groggy.  “My parents......they were murdered.” Then everything went black.  I woke up in a white hospital room. Beeping and weird noises surrounded me. Why was I here? I opened my eyes looking for someone, anyone who could tell me. My searching was futile, there was no one here. I felt around hoping to find the nurse call button. M hand had just found it when the door was pushed open. My uncle stood there looking at me.  “Your finally awake!” His voice sounded happy but his face looked defeated. Before I knew what was happening, he was standing over me holding my hand. I felt his tears before I could see them. His body shook with the most violent sobs I'd ever felt. I just laid there holding him as he cried.  “Uncle Joe, why are you crying? What happened to me? Why am I here?” His eyes searched mine as if they were looking for something. Or like he didn’t believe me.  “You don’t remember anything?” I shook my head back and forth a couple of times. “I don’t even know where to start. Your parents were murder, Cam. No one knows how or when you came home and found them, but when the first responders first got on scene you were covered in blood. Some of which was yours but the majority belonged to your parents. The doctors think that you have trauma induced amnesia or that it could have happened when you got injured. We aren't really sure, but the police have been waiting for you to wake up so they can ask you a few questions.” He still held my hand but was squeezing tighter now.  “I honestly don’t remember anything. All I know was I went out with London. After that everything is blank.” Uncle Joe nodded his head in understanding. “Are you feeling any pain. The doctors were amazed you managed to walk to the neighbors’ house with how beat up you were.” I just shook my head.  “That’s good it means the medicine is working.”  “How long have I been here?”  “It's been almost two weeks since the murder.” My eyes closed. I'm not sure if I started crying because of the news or because I didn’t remember it. I should have just stayed home that night, maybe then I could have helped. The tears didn’t stop no matter who tried to console me. Finally, the doctors came in and injected something into my IV. My uncles face was the last thing I seen before falling back into the blackness.  I dreamed of blood. It was everywhere. I was covered in it as I stumbled around my house. My body felt heavy. I could see the streaks of blood I was leaving on the walls and floor. I could feel the rough wood of the neighbor’s door under my fists as I knocked as hard and loudly as I could. I could see the face of the old man who answered.   I woke with a start. Could there be some of the memories from the night they died. To my side my uncle Joe was snoring away.  “Joe.” Nothing.  “JOE!” He jumped to his feet looking wildly around the room.  “What, what's going on?” Tears started to fall from my already sore eyes.   “I think I remembered something.” Was all I choked out.  After that everything kind of happened in a blur. I had to stay in the hospital for another week while they continued to monitor me. They wanted to make sure I was healthy, but I think they were also monitoring for anymore memories in case I needed to be sedated. The police showed up almost every day during this week. They would ask the same questions and maybe a few more if I could actually remember something. By the time I was released all of the memories had returned though I wish they didn’t. Joe and I were finally going to leave this place. The first place we were stopping was my parents grave after that I guess I'm going home with him. Since my parents had a Will, I was placed with Joe like they wanted. I would get to live with him and his son Taylor.  We had just arrived at the graveyard when four people I didn’t know approached us.   “Camden, we are friends of your parents we would just like you to know that if you need us, we would be delighted to help.” I looked over at Joe, trying to ask if I could trust them. BY his stance and the way his hands were balled in fists I knew the answer was no.  “Thank you, I will keep that in mind. If you don’t mind though I would really like to pay my respects to my parents” Their headstones were nice but I really didn’t know what to do or say. It just felt weird trying to talk to someone who wasn’t actually there. After about 5 minutes I walked back to Joes truck.  “Cam, if you ever see those people again, I want you to run as far as you can. Those people were involved with the people who killed your parents.”  That was the last thing Joe said to me on the ride to my new home. My mind was a well of thoughts Would these people continue to find me? Who are they? How does Joe know who they are? Will ever be safe? I just hope that I can live in peace after the trauma I have already had to deal with. Hopefully my life with Joe and Taylor can be uneventful. My life has already changed so much and I haven't even got to process everything. Am I ever going to feel better?   All I know is I'm not just going to sit around and wait for these people to come after me. I want to live my life. I'm not going to look over my shoulder for the rest of my life. If they come back, I am going to be prepared. I'm will be stronger from this. If they do ever come back ill make sure they don’t ever recognize me.