You Want Me Back? Too Bad, My Alpha—I'm Done Waiting

Chapter 23 GORE Chapter 23 As I was baking the cookies I felt my mood decline. I think talking about my dad was more painful than I thought. He was the only father-figure in my life and he doesn't want me, at least that's how he acts. My step-mother hates me, my step-brother Vince has made his goal to make me miserable also. The only other person that treats me well is Eddie. I think of my real mother. As I mix the cookie dough I close my eyes and remember my mother showing me how to make cookies. The sound of her laugh when she would find me eating off the spoon.

Her warm, kind, brown eyes pouring love and comfort into my soul. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. My body rakes with sobs as I remember how much she loved me and how much I loved her. She was my best friend. But she's gone. Now she only exists in my memories. I haven't thought of her in a long while. It's too painful sometimes. Other times, when I desperately need comfort, I would imagine myself as that five year old again and how my mother would hold me as I would cry. Singing to me and telling me stories. Now my own father doesn't really want me.

I'm only a reminder of what he lost. Which I understand. I understand how it would've been so hard for him to lose his mate, but that still doesn't justify what he does. He abandoned me when I needed him the most. Especially after he married that witch of a woman and he never defended me whenever she mistreated me. I cried as I felt this loneliness seep into my chest. This black and hallow room that sat inside of me, wanting to be filled with the love and comfort of a mother she lost and the love of a father that he refuses to give.

I shake my head, "Get a hold of yourself, Izzy." I said to myself. I took a deep breath. "You're strong, Elizabeth," Says my mother in my head. I nodded my head, "I'm strong." "You're capable of getting through this and growing into the person you are destined to be." She said in a soft voice. I nodded my head in agreement. "I love you, Elizabeth." She said. I sob, "I love you, mother." I took a deep breath. I know I can be a push-over sometimes. And sometimes I don't stand up for myself. But what matters is that it's possible for me to do it. If it's possible then I can do it.

Eddie moans as the cookie melts in his mouth, "Ohhhh this is so good Lizzy. You seriously have a gift." I laugh, "Tell me something I don't know," I joke. I grab a small plate of cookies and walk up the stairs to Vince's room. I knock on his door softly. "What'd you want?" He shouts. I open the door and walk in, "Do you want some cookies. I just made them." Vince grabs the whole plate, puts it beside him on his messy bed. "Why're you still here?" He says annoyingly, as if I was the problem, "Go," he snarls. When he turns back around I roll my eyes as I left. Why does Vince treat me this way?

Why does Caroline? What have I ever done to them that earned their hatred towards me? They treat me differently, they look at me differently, they make me feel like an alien in my own house. I should feel at home. But this hasn't been my home ever since they came years ago. Eddie was the only comfort I had now. "Why would you offer some to Vince?" Eddie said a little annoyed. Fog Rad My Alpha-I'm Done Waiting. Chapter 23 Chapter 23 As I was baking the cookies I felt my mood decline. I think talking about my dad was more painful than I thought.

He was the only father-figure in my life and he doesn't want me, at least that's how he acts. My step-mother hates me, my step-brother Vince has made his goal to make me miserable also. The only other person that treats me well is Eddie. I think of my real mother. As I mix the cookie dough I close my eyes and remember my mother showing me how to make cookies. The sound of her laugh when she would find me eating off the spoon. Her warm, kind, brown eyes pouring love and comfort into my soul. I thought she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

My body rakes with sobs as I remember how much she loved me and how much I loved her. She was my best friend. But she's gone. Now she only exists in my memories. I haven't thought of her in a long while. It's too painful sometimes. Other times, when I desperately need comfort, I would imagine myself as that five year old again and how my mother would hold me as I would cry. Singing to me and telling me stories. Now my own father doesn't really want me. I'm only a reminder of what he lost. Which I understand.

I understand how it would've been so hard for him to lose his mate, but that still doesn't justify what he does. He abandoned me when I needed him the most. Especially after he married that witch of a woman and he never defended me whenever she mistreated me. I cried as I felt this loneliness seep into my chest. This black and hallow room that sat inside of me, wanting to be filled with the love and comfort of a mother she lost and the love of a father that he refuses to give. I shake my head, "Get a hold of yourself, Izzy." I said to myself. I took a deep breath.

"You're strong, Elizabeth," Says my mother in my head. I nodded my head, "I'm strong." "You're capable of getting through this and growing into the person you are destined to be." She said in a soft voice. I nodded my head in agreement. "I love you, Elizabeth." She said. I sob, "I love you, mother." I took a deep breath. I know I can be a push-over sometimes. And sometimes I don't stand up for myself. But what matters is that it's possible for me to do it. If it's possible then I can do it. Eddie moans as the cookie melts in his mouth, "Ohhhh this is so good Lizzy.

You seriously have a gift." I laugh, "Tell me something I don't know," I joke. I grab a small plate of cookies and walk up the stairs to Vince's room. I knock on his door softly. "What'd you want?" He shouts. I open the door and walk in, "Do you want some cookies. I just made them." Vince grabs the whole plate, puts it beside him on his messy bed. "Why're you still here?" He says annoyingly, as if I was the problem, "Go," he snarls. When he turns back around I roll my eyes as I left. Why does Vince treat me this way? Why does Caroline?

What have I ever done to them that earned their hatred towards me? They treat me differently, they look at me differently, they make me feel like an alien in my own house. I should feel at home. But this hasn't been my home ever since they came years ago. Eddie was the only comfort I had now. "Why would you offer some to Vince?" Eddie said a little annoyed. Chapter 23 I sighed, "Because, I sometimes try to be the bigger person." After I wash the dishes, I take a walk in the forest. I do this now and again to try to feel connected to my mother. I still feel an empty part of my heart.

Probably an after effect of her death. As I walk through the thick trees, my thoughts wander to a waterfall. But not just any waterfall, my Nightcrowe waterfall. That was the place I met the one boy who I fell in love with. I still have his necklace. I haven't taken it off once in 12 years. The leather string is now tattered and old. I take comfort in the thought that this necklace used be around the neck of my boy, Xander and now it's touching my neck. It makes me feel like we have a bond. That's right, not had, have. I can tell the bond we had back then is still there to this day.

Maybe Xander was right. Maybe his necklace really did help me. Or maybe it wasn't the necklace at all, maybe it was truly his 'act' of giving me his necklace that moved my heart. The fact that his mother gave it to him and him giving it to me. Yeah, I think that's it. The wind blew through the forest, emitting a lamenting cry. Then everything grew into silence. Until I heard a light crack burst out. 11:33 (0) Too Bad My Alpha I've Done Waiting (0) Cedella Cedella is a passionate storyteller known for her bold romantic and spicy novels that keep readers hooked from the very first chapter.

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