Cant i love someone else? by Alisha McCarroll (book club suggestions TXT) 📖

Hi! I'm Rosa Peterson im 16 and a werewolf. I live with my dad and my 2 brothers. My mum died when I was 12. She died in a car crash. She was taking me to my friends and all of a sudden a truck crashed into the right side of our car, that's where my mum was seated. There was screaming, skidding and a big crash. Due to the impact of the crash, the front of the car was totaled and my mum was lying on me. There were cuts all over my mum but the main cut was on her head. I was freaking out because of how deep it was and I was shouting at her, telling her to wake up. I was balling my eyes out but no matter how hard I tried she wouldn't wake up and there was no pulse... I heard sirens. As they grew closer I started losing consciousness and soon my eyes closed only to wake up with bright lights in my eyes. I was in the hospital suffering cuts and bruises. And other injuries. 

Ever since then my dad has been angry at me, he blames me for the crash. My dad drinks and the only time he's nice is when he is sober but he's never sober. He slaps me, kicks me, punches me, he even pushes me down the stairs. But I heal fast from broken ribs because of my werewolf healing. I always think of the happy memories of me and my family on outings. My little brother Kayden who is now 6 and my big brother Ryan who is now 18 are always trying to make me smile. but how can I smile when I'm in pain? Ryan is the only one who knows I get hit, but what he doesn't know is that the pack members hit me too. Our alpha knows about it, he joins in but he doesn't know my dad hits me too. The pack calls me names and gets me to do everything, im their Cinderella but with no prince charming. My dad drinks and the only time he's nice is when he is sober but he's never sober. 

Sometimes I just want to get away, I never let my wolf out. My wolf is like another person inside me, she talks back, she's my friend through everything. I know it probably sounds stupid. We cant wait to find my mate...my prince charming. All we want is to feel loved but we don't think that's going to happen anytime soon. 

I woke up one sunny morning, I get up before the rest of the pack because I have to make breakfast and clean up. I usually get up around 6.00 am. My room is the smallest, ugliest, and coldest room in the packhouse. Everyone just treats me like crap and I just have to accept it. I got downstairs and made toast, bacon, and eggs, and stood at the side as the pack members come downstairs to eat. As they ate I got ready for school and when they finished I cleaned up and left. On my way to school, he alpha of the pack who is the same age as me shouted "You better hurry up and make it to school you fat bi*ch." I sighed and walked faster, no matter how much I want to, I cant defy my alpha. As I got nearer to the school I just wanted to run and let my wolf out, but I had to get to school. 

I got into school, it was noisy as always. I walked to my locker and got out my books and went to class. I hated school. Mainly because I got bullied. The reason behind that was because I am quiet, I don't have a mate and I am always sad and depressed. Getting pushed and shoved in the hallway doesn't help. As I got to class, I could already hear laughing. It was my alpha Lewis and his girlfriend Kelsey. I walked to the back of the room to my seat and felt a slight pain in my heart. I was confused by this because he treats me horribly. So why do I have this feeling?

School was boring like always. I kept getting tripped up and getting called names. I ignored them as best I could but they hurt me anyways and the students/other werewolves know they hurt me. As soon as the bell rang, I packed my things away in my bag and left the school. I went to the woods beside the school and let my wolf out. My wolf needed out desperately, I took my clothes off behind a tree and changed into a beautiful white wolf with blue eyes. My wolf was happy, I ran about, loving the wind going through my fur. But before long my time was over and I had to get home. I really didn't want to go home. As I ran back to the tree where my clothes were I suddenly stopped. I saw this Black wolf...It was my alpha. I felt my heart jump, what was going on with me? I looked to the ground as he walked closer. I glanced up and met his eyes, I saw love in his eyes...wait what?! Just as quickly I saw love, I saw disgust and a coldness I can't describe. I quickly ran and changed and into my clothes, ran home, and made dinner. Not caring if he was staring or not.

I silently crept into the house and went into the kitchen to make dinner. I made mince and potatoes. I was hungry but I was always to eat whatever was left, that is if there was any left. I shouted on everyone for dinner, as everyone ran in to eat I went upstairs only to bump into my dad. "uh, oh" I thought. "What the f*ck?! Watch where your going!" my father shouted as he pushed me against the wall and slapped me twice. After he let go of me I slid down the wall only to be kicked in the ribs. I wanted to cry but I didn't want to give my dad the satisfaction of seeing me in pain. I ran to my room, lay on my bed in agony as I think some of my ribs are broken. My wolf whimpers in pain as we start to heal. I was in that much pain that I cried myself into a dreamless sleep.

Publication Date: 07-20-2020

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Dedication:
This story is about a girl named Rosa who is a werewolf being bullied and abused by her father. She starts to lose hope that she won't find her mate but he's right in front of her. He knows they are mates but is horrible towards her. Rosa's father is abusive towards her ever since her mum died. He blames her for her death and is an alcoholic.