Mated to the Alpha Twins

I went to bed early that night, hoping to get some decent sleep for a change. The twin’s lingered in my waking and sleeping moments. I thought about them a minimum of three hundred and twenty nine times a day. I’m not sure how that’s possible, but you’d think that would keep them from lingering around in my dreams.

I tossed and turned for half the night, finally falling sleep around three in the morning. I didn’t bother setting an alarm, I wanted to sleep through as much of the day as possible.

I woke around one in the afternoon, noticing a voicemail on the flip phone Melissa had gotten me.

The social worker had got my message and sent it along. She told me to expect the next check in the mail any day now. Melissa would be thrilled. I wonder how long it’ll take her to revert back to her usual self. Hopefully she’ll keep to her word and give me half of the money.

I trudged down the hall quietly, slipping into the bathroom when I thought the coast was clear.

I did my business and stared sleepily into the mirror as I brushed my teeth. The bathroom door creaked then swung open, and a very drunk Frank stepped in.

I choked on the toothpaste I had in my mouth and took a tentative step back. In an instant my skin was clammy and fear coursed through my veins. Frank had that d**d stare most drunk people have, and he smelled like p**s and liquor.

“You a liar now, girl?” Frank slurred drunkenly, taking a fumbling step forward.

I shook my head, “Of course not.”

My voice was scratchy and muffled by the toothpaste in my mouth. I inwardly cringed as I swallowed the toothpaste, nearly gagging from the overwhelming taste of mint. I couldn’t see any way out of this that didn’t lead to me hitting or kicking Frank.

“You’re lyin’ to me right now.” Frank rumbled, his beefy arm shooting out from his side.

His hand slammed into my shoulder, and my teeth clicked as my back hit the drywall. The corner of the windowsill jammed into my shoulder blade, leaving a stinging pain behind.

“I’m not lying.” I forced through gritted teeth.

Staying on my feet was my number one priority at the moment. If I ended up on the floor, who knows what would happen to me.

“You were talkin’ to the social worker c**t.” Frank yelled boisterously, “tellin’ her you didn’t get none of them checks, f****n’ liar.”

“I called her back and told her I lied.” I knew it was useless reasoning with a drunk person, but he had me cornered.

“What else did you lie ’bout?” Frank snapped, “You lie and say I touch you?”

I clamped my lips together. There wasn’t a chance I would tell anyone about that. I would just be thrown in a foster home to rot, forgotten about until my eighteenth birthday. Living with Melissa at least granted me freedom. She didn’t care where I was or what I did. I could work, have friends and do what I wanted, so long as I supported myself.

“Of course not.” I shook my head furiously.

My eyes were darting around, looking for any exit I could manage. Fear made my hands slick with sweat, and adrenaline rushed through my veins. I could try and get out the bathroom window, but I wouldn’t be fast enough. Frank would just grab me and throw me to the ground. The only way out was through the bathroom door. If I was fast enough I could race down the hall and to my bedroom. My bedroom door thankfully had a lock.

“F****n’ liar.” Frank snapped, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

my torso. Even drunk, Frank wasn’t stupid enough to hit me in the face. I made the mistake of ducking to the floor in an attempt

My rib cage slammed

being drunk and all. Alarm flashed over his drunken features after realizing his fist connected with my face. I used the moment of confusion to dart under his arm and out the bathroom

my bedroom door, feeling him close behind. His hand was mere inches away from my door when

His words were muffled for the time being, but I didn’t plan on sticking around until he broke my door

fell asleep in a pair of sweat pants, I grabbed a jacket and slipped on some shoes. After stuffing my wallet and cellphone in my pocket, I

for including a roof to the back porch. My bedroom faced the woods and my window was only a

action sent a small pain through my ankle, but I ignored it. Getting down from the porch room would be harder than I thought.

throbbing pain in my face. I scooted close to the edge of the roof and let my feet hang

off the roof and held on with my hands. My upper body strength was clearly lacking,

in the back of my head, I had the feeling someone was scolding

high enough to cause me

my foot and into the side of my leg. While I was fairly sure my foot wasn’t broken, it

let out a relieved huff and looked around our crappy back yard. I had stressed so much about getting out of Frank’s grasp that I hadn’t thought about what

who the previous owners of the house were. There was a rickety old play set in the back yard, tossed into the corner to collect dust and termites. The grass was extremely patchy, and weeds grew in large clumps. I wasn’t sure when was the last time the lawn was mowed, but judging from the height of the grass I’d say at least six months

angry rumble cut through my thoughts, and my feet headed in the direction of the gas station I visited the first

front counter as I walked in. I gave a tentative wave and walked towards the drinks. After grabbing a water, I

and I found myself blinking as I looked at a

face, as though she had

“What’re you doing

myself just a moment later. Why wouldn’t she be here?

color tinging

not.” I grinned at her, “If you

feel much better about skipping gym.” Autumn chuckled.

“Glad

together.” Autumn rolled her

Grace. They had me locked in a d**n classroom and Kade was back with her

tried to keep the

it’s your fault for getting swept up in them. Should’ve known you’d get hurt in the end. You probably didn’t even mean anything to them, just another

it.” Autumn shrugged, “She’s been hanging off

luck to Kade then.” I let out

to school?” Autumn asked as I swiped my card to pay for

“I’ll be back Monday.” What I really wanted to say was

grip and learn to resist the twins. There was no way I’d be Kade’s little play

and I headed for the door, “Oh don’t

heatedly, still peeved that

number in my phone, I sent her a quick text and headed out

aimlessly around the parts of town I was