Chapter 3
I groaned in pain as I raised my head up feeling like I'd been hit by a truck. It felt heavy and painful. I swear I’m never touching alcohol after this, never I swear on my father’s life.
"Ouch" I lifted my hand to my forehead to support my head up.
It felt heavy. I swiftly brought my feet to the floor and bolted to the bathroom as I felt nauseous. The results of last night were killing me literally.
"April come here now!" Dad shouted.
I glared at the door as if glaring at him. He heard me puking. He should at least leave me the fuck alone. He is so annoying.
I quickly took a five-minute shower as I realized I was late then run into my room in a frantic mode. I didn't have time to be scolded by Dad for something I have a right to do. I quickly grab a black top, some black jeans, my cap and glasses then took my bag and make my way downstairs finding Dad downstairs.
"Hey," I kissed his cheek as I smiled sweetly at him.
He glared at me murmuring a low "Hi."
"What's wrong?" I asked innocently.
"You are drinking alcohol and abusing it is what's wrong," he said, why was he always angry oh gosh.
"You are in such an angry off mood today. Let’s go," I say waving him with my hand at him not acknowledging his mood.
"April, I don't appreciate your tone with me and girl, who do you think you are to be waving your hands at me?”
"Dad, I did nothing. You are the one being moody in the morning. Don't point this at me," I said while trying to calm myself down. I am getting really irritated. Once I’m irritated, I get really angry.
"April, I'm your Alpha."
"So what? Dad, you are the one who started this argument and what do you being an Alpha have to do with me? Are we using our powers on each other now?" This time I was getting angry because of this petty argument and when I'm angry I tend to cry a lot. I was in no more mood to be wiping tears.
"April shut up!" He shouted and glared at me.
I backed away in shock at what had just happened. To say I was taken aback would be an understatement.
"Why are you shouting? What did I do?" I ask, hiding my anger and impatience. My voice is low, you could mistake it for submission.
"Get out!" He commanded in his Alpha tone.
It didn’t work but I was shocked. How could he do this? I stormed out with tears blurring my vision. My anger made me want me to scream but I breathed in and out, my anger subsiding.
I slowly went to school. After an hour I made it to the gate. Slowly I went in looking at my feet. I already have my books for the period I’m going to.
I pushed the door open, and silence greeted me. I looked up noticing everyone was staring. I was in no mood to be stared at today, not at all.
"What the fuck are you staring at?" I growled.
They cowered in fear.
Bloody dogs. I hate them! I hate their Alpha the most. As I was about to sit down at the back the teacher said something. I look up at her straining my ears to hear what she has to say.
"Why are you late?" she asked as she crossed her arms looking at me through her glasses.
"None of your business."
The class gasped in shock. I almost gasped too. This is not me. Was I acting like this out of anger?
"April, I won’t allow such behaviour in my class." She said looking at me through her glasses.
"And why are you telling me that?" I asked, already bored of this talk.
As she was about to speak, I looked at the kid next to me and asked for work. I wrote my work in peace if you don't count the eyes I felt on my left side.
I looked to the left only to see the gray-eye guy. He smiled. I just raised my eyebrow at him in question at his smile because one thing I was sure of was that I am not his friend. I kept my face emotionless.
"April, take off your cap," the teacher said.
She never gives up, does she?
"I don't want to," I say leaving no room for discussion.
"At least the glasses."
I took them off and look at the grey-eye guy because he looked like he was waiting for me to do that.
He opened his mouth to release a strangled shock sound.
"What?" I asked gruffly, annoyed.
"Your eyes are glowing blue. I mean they are really blue. Like sea clean water and gray spots like a storm."
I felt my eyes widen. I quickly put my shades on, snatched my bag then rushed out of the room leaving the teacher screaming my name. I reached the lady's room and looked in the mirror.
"Oh, my god." I let out a shocked gasped. I mentally convinced myself to bunk other classes. I made my way to the forest walking quietly. My wolf was not talking.
I try to reach her "Emily what’s wrong with my eyes?"
"Ask Chris, he is the one with answers."
"Why are you calling him Chris?" I asked her. She usually calls him Dad as I do.
Silence.
Ok. I reached a small clearing that has a pond. I bent over to drink only for the water to make noise and rumble and making odd noise splashing me. What's going on? I scream inside.
"We have to leave now!! It’s too soon. Please April let’s go!" Begged Emily, desperation evident in her voice.
I transformed into my wolf form and quickly ran home confused and full of questions. Only the sound of knives and forks makes a sound. Dad is still hell-bent on not apologizing.
"My eyes glowed today at school. What's wrong with me?" I asked him, not looking at him. I had to bite my tongue for me not to insult him today because he is petty.
"They glowed bright and strong blue also specks of gray?"
I give him a side glance, "How do you know?"
He opens his mouth and closes it.
“Why are you specific?”.
"When is your birthday?" he asked.
"In two weeks."
He nods mumbling something like "too soon" like Emily said.
I stand up taking my plate to the sink, but Dad rips it out of my hand. I make my way upstairs not acknowledging him.
"Goodnight," he says.
I raise my thumbs up carrying on with my route to my bedroom. Is he ever going to take me seriously as he should? I needed to know something about my body, but he was refusing to tell me.
I had every right to ask him. He is the man who raised so he should know what’s wrong with me. He should tell me if I am in danger, but he looks like he is doing it on purpose for me to beg him to help me. What an unfit parent. For a change, I’m seeing his true colours.