His Secret

10: His Secret

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I took a deep long breath before entering the party once more.

I glanced round the room in search of Grey but couldn’t find him anywhere. “If you’re looking for your virginity it hasn’t left”. Rachel’s amused voice hit me like a ton of bricks.

I turned to face her “actually I was looking for your self-respect but realised you never had any”. She scoffed “go fuck yourself sis”.

“If it means getting away from you, gladly”. The stench of alcohol swam of Rachel, plus the fact that she could hardly stand gave away the fact that she was drunk.

“Oh my god Rachel we have hardly been here and you’re already drunk” she shrugged her shoulders “I’m having a good time”. I giggled and watched her hoist up her dress and wobble back over to some guys who by the looks of it saw Rachel as an easy lay.

I walked over to the buffet table and smiled when I saw Andrea, but her outfit I really didn’t know whether to smile or cry. Andrea was dressed in long black dress and the material was made to look like cobwebs. The dress had only one strap complete with a diamond skull in the centre of where the dress held her boobs; and very long slit up the side to reveal skull patterned lacy tights and black high heels.  Her lips were coated in blood red lip stick and Andrea’s eyes were framed in black eye shadow with her red hair crimped to the tips. She looked beautiful in a Punk sort of way.

“Wow Andrea you look… you look amazing”.

She licked chocolate of her strawberry “thanks, so how does it feel to be the centre of everyone’s attention and gossip tonight?”

“Pardon?”

She rolled her eyes “like you don’t know the fact that everyone is talking about how amazing you look and if you are actually the August Price”. I glanced around at the guests and just looking at their wandering eyes made me realise that they only knew me as what my mother had told. I could bet my whole bank balance that they believed me to be the daughter of Gloria Price who was a failure and could never live up to the perfection of her sisters. Also how I left the family just after the collapse of the pack making me a cold hearted person.

I recognised a few people from my old pack, their smiling faces or eyes filled with pity told me they still remembered what my life was like.

Being looked upon by so many people was a new experience for me. Growing up I was the family reject and found myself invisible to everyone in school, because who wanted to look at the blonde girl when she had two pretty sisters that were popular and who everyone loved. My heart ached slightly from the memories of being alone and ignored, but coming home to a smiling dad with his arms open wide for me made everything better. Although dad being the alpha he wasn’t here all the time and so each time I watched him drive away on pack business my mother had this smile and it told me I was on a ride to hell.

Mum put me through some horrible things that I won’t go into, I just can’t.

Dad died when I was sixteen and I didn’t get a proper chance to grieve for him as my mum came down on me hard, every bad thought she had about me she made sure I knew because dad wasn’t here to save me. Then the Alpha fights began which lasted three long years, our pack that I was born into and grew up in was ripped apart for my dad’s leadership.  When one wolf took over he was challenged and someone else became in charge until the process happened so many times it stared fights and arguments until everyone couldn’t take it anymore.

I was nineteen then and still remember my first taste of freedom when I bought my new apartment and getting a job. Meeting Macy was an added bonus because I got to feel what having a feel friend felt like and slowly I grew up and pushed those memories away leaving the strong independent woman standing before you now. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and tell my past self not to be afraid, to stand up to Rachel, Lizzie and our sad excuse for a mother. Most importantly I wish I could persuade my past self to go and tell dad everything because he didn’t know what they put me through.