The Beta's Rebound

r said as he tucked me in and g

ay and then unable to get out of bed the next. Mother had told me that he was just going through a midlife crisis. I had no idea what that was. All I knew was that I just wanted my dad

understand, Eloise?” He asked as he abruptly grabbed the

depend on lately. Daddy wasn’t the only one who’d been acting strange; Mommy had been acting w

my pillow, gripping the toy tightly against me. Daddy’s teeth elongated into shar

the rumble of his wolf pulsing t

not wanting to m

let me know he had locked it. I didn’t worry too much about that. This was not the first time it had happened and daddy wasn't the only one who did it too. Mum did too. She claimed it was to protect me from seeing th

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ool had made me take that this smoke was not as a result of burned food. There was fire out there. Fire that was sure to spread here soon enough if I didn't get out. For a moment, I ran towards the window. It would have been the safest way out of it was not on the second floor and barricaded. I looked back to the door. The smoke streaming was getting closer. Grabbing my doll, I ran towards the door and pulled at the doorknob. The act alone made me feel like I was going to collapse any second. My eyes were burning. Same with my lungs. After a series of tugging and no budge, I realized that my father had locked the door earlier. I would have panicked but the metal knob tight in my hands was cool to the touch. That was good. It was another fire safety thingy we learn

one appeared in the corridor, and I couldn’t hear anything besides the sound of

t where it was supposed to be. It looked like it has been broken into. Worried sick, I staggered inside. The room was a mess. T

e room but I could tell what is was. Blood. My little marbles struggled to comprehend why that was so but when I looked at my mother, I got a rud

me told a different story. I remained livid even when a beam of wood collapsed behind me propelling embers of red across the room. T

your room?” I hear

bright yellow and he had crimson stains all over him. Except he wasn't h

ppened to mum

sleep." He ordered, ignori

ould discover. I remained there frozen as the words

e softly. "Did

abbed me by the throat and lifted me high enough to meet his

ired. I could feel my consciousness begin to wane whilst my legs struggled and

I joined my mother. He warned me not to make him feel guilty. This was it, I thought. I was going to die. In the hands of my own father but just as life began to d

ise you." Those were her specific words and the last th