CHAPTER EIGHT
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He doesn't matter, they all don't matter, your high school enemies don't matter because the real deal is you going to university." She paused and continued. "Anathi, one day, when the time is right, you're going to meet the perfect one. And you'll know he's the one," my sister had said. My sister was dear to me and Hanna was her name. Hanna was about seven years older than me. When she was born there was much rejoicing. Our father, the alpha of our pack made it his obligation to inform each member in our circle of friends and family and concil that he had, had his first born child, his princess. When I was born seven years later, it was a memory my father did his best to hide and forget forever. A memory frozen in his cold icy heart. A memory that brought forth a tone of raging emotions within him causing him to lash out on me that I'd find my self kneeling in pain after being beaten profusely for silly little mistakes. . When I was born, it was a full moon. My mother , the luna, the female alpha of our pack lay on a large bed in a room, in her human form. She fought the urge to resist the touch of the moon, the urge to transform into her beast because she wanted me to come out alive and healthy. Never had it ever happened amongst our kind that one gave birth to a child in its human form while she in her wolf form. I have heard of these stories. They were a legend. The children would die at birth. It would be a traumatic event both for the mother and child. Probably for the onlookers as well. Lore had it on the night of my birth, my father was nervous, he paced about the front porch of our home ín a fit, while the midwife did her job. It was a long and excruciating birth for my mother. First there was happiness and laughter as my father held me in his hands. They say, I smiled at him and soon after, there was nothing but silence as everyone stared in the direction of my sleeping mother. My father froze in his tracks and placed me in the midwife's hands. "Carol?" He called out to the luna, the alpha female member of our pack as she lay back lifeless. Her gaze was still. Still as the moon on a dark starless night. Her touch was cold. Cold as a snowy winter's night. My mother had passed away, and from then on my father's hatred for me was born. Because of this unfathomable painful memory, my father kept this grudge within him, and it would emerge into anger, immense anger whenever i messed up. He was basically a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. He wouldn't scold my sister nor any of my brothers as much as he scolded me. Although I was hurt by what Dumuzi had said to me, I was extremely torn apart, broken and scathed by what my father said to me. I wondered how things would have turned out if that letter hadn't fallen out of my backpack.
I sat in the corner of my room tired and drained from crying. How could this have happened to me? How could he have looked me in the eyes and said those heart breaking words to me. Those very words that shattered me to the core making me feel inadequate. I missed my mom. Ever since she passed, I had drempt of her, I had a glimps of a memory where she sat clinging to me newly born whilst smiling at me. One thing about us wolverines; our memories where profound and from birth we were to remember each and every moment. I had always remembered my past like a coming of age movie; vivid, twist ridden and tragic. My life went from bullying at school, to being I'll treated at home, to being that girl who dreamt of a different world where everything was divergent. Where everything was okay, and I was actually liked at school. I terribly missed my mom and the only thing that linked us together was that very memory I fought to retain and never part with. I vowed to make my self a new person. A new me, the real me. At least, i wasn't afraid of going to school because of Dumuzi anymore. The next few days, i was a walking shadow. I felt empty inside as I walked those very school corridors with stares penetrating my back. The rumours were being twisted into lies and half truth tearing me even apart.
Some said, Dumuzi paid me to sleep with him and I was sleeping around with as many boys as possible to make enough money to pay off my own college fees since my father was too poor to afford me any university. I knew this one was Carly, my bully's doing. My friend Kairi defended me amidst all these rumours and I didn't even know till I heard some say Dumuzi blackmail me into having s*x with him because I was really a wolfblood, so people secretly threw secret things made of silver like coins and spoons in the cafeteria when I wasn't looking, wich seemed pretty childish than hurtful.. I made sure those notes we passed were a secret between me and him. Kairi never dared to read them on that day which I was glad she didn't. I appreciated all she was doing for me but she seemed pretty distant from the day after she actually saw go home in Dumuzi's car. My initial thought was maybe she like him and was hurt by the fact that he chose me. If only she knew. But I was wrong.
Others called me a witch and claimed I had cast spells on Dumuzi and Rydian to like me. How did i know this? I was sitting right in front of the principal in her office as she relayed everything to me and blabbered on about something I could care less about because I was scared, deathly scared as Dumuzi sat unmoved in the seat right next to me, I had been summoned to her office from my biology class. I had walked in to find him standing in front of her. He looked sad.
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