My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

Chapter 0141

She flinches back and I briefly feel bad for being so nasty to her, when she only wants to help, but I shake it off. I walk to the chair that has my dirty,

bloodstained clothes. I drop the hospital gown, not caring who sees my scars anymore. If they want to care for me they can look at me as I am, and

learn to do it without looking at me like I arn broken or with pity. I despise pity. I dress slowly , keeping every sound of pain stuffed deep in my chest. I

know it's punishing me to not ask for help, but this is howit has always been for me and they should see that too.

going to the Beta house, to my isolated room where no one bothers me or cares about what I am doing. I'm going back to having freedom and contro

without having to checkin every three seconds with someone or having people follow me and force me to do things differently without a second

thought or even just asking if I'm alright with the change, assuming they know what's best for me. You think you can make me healthy? I wouldn't

even know what that is. I seeth, on a roll now, directing all my unfiltered anger out into the hallway to the guys,

am broken beyond repair and I have been surviving that way for as

is nothing you can fix, cause even on my worst day I still perform better than everyone in

while overlooking everything that has ever been wrong with

just can't do this anymore, it hurts

raspy and my throat hurts but I continue to speak. "Maybe somewhere everyone has a soft spot for

around, who TOLD the principal to punish her more because

love. I don't want love that comes from feeling bad for my situation. This

my back on her and walk toward the treatment room door and find all of

stricken. Their eyes widened at the gruesome sight of me. Even my dad had the decency

rolled my eyes and walked past everyone down the

to my house, pain shooting up my legs, not noticing or

and walked the silent halls to the staircase leading to my former prison. I ascend slowly, everything about this feels

belong here, it doesn't fit anymore. Like clothes that are just too

tight. I agree with my wolf, the packhouse is home now, but I

to get rid of the evidence

I am just all cried out or if the anger has