Third Person POV
"I brought you a flower mommy." Three year old Elijah said.
She hung her head, afraid to look into her mothers eyes. She brought the little yellow flower in hopes it will make her mother love her somehow. She felt desperate for her mothers approval, to somehow gain any sort of affection.
"Get that ugly thing out of my face, Elijah. That includes you as well!" Her mother snapped, turning and walking away. Not a single hint of hesitation or remorse in her statement, as if there wasn't a single care for her daughter in her heart.
Elijah spun the flower her in fingers before watching it drop to the floor. She angrily balled her fists and blamed the flower for not being prettier, blaming it for making her mother angry at her.
Deep inside Elijah knew it was really her who brought the look of disgust upon her mothers face. She would never admit it though, she was only three but she knew. Every time she walked into the room her mothers smile would turn into a frown and her laughter would die. She would hide her away in her room and told her to be quite when mommy and daddy had company over.
Her mother, Claire, angrily stormed into the house and into the kitchen. "That horrible thing tried to give me a flower!" She screamed. Her husband, Elijah's father Aiden, chuckled. He hadn't a clue why she would try such a thing, sure she knew Claire would never accept anything from her.
"She was probably thinking it'd make you love her." He said, a humorous grin on his face as he shook his head.
"How revolting." Claire said. "Who could possibly love such an...animal?"
"I don't know darling, I don't know. They must be crazy to love her."
The parents laughed, finding tremendous humor in the thought. Though Elijah did not know why they found her so revolting, one day she might, if she lives long enough to see. Aiden huffed at the thought, a sinister smile on his face.
Elijah watched from the crack in the door as they ate food. Elijah was fed once a day and that was it, her parents were aware of her malnutrition and ignored it. They fed her just enough to keep her body going and that was it. Under no circumstances did they want her to be in any sort of advantage, making her weak as possible was necessary, even as a child.
Elijah sobbed against the tall trees trunk, its thick bushel of branches and leaves kept her dry from the rain that pour down around her. It was almost a cliche scene for someone on the outside looking in.
She wanted to know why: why they didn't feed her, why they didn't let her outside the tall wooden fence, why they only laughed when she wasn't there, why they didn't love her?
Elijah would know one day but she wanted answers then and there. She wanted to yell all the questions she had in their faces. She wanted to cry in hopes it would create sympathy, that maybe just maybe something would change in an instant and she could run in their arms.
Elijah knew she could never do something like that.
She knew her mother or father wouldn't hesitate to hit her. They rarely did but Elijah didn't feel like they were holding back because they wanted to.
There were times when they just got angry at her for no reason and would hit her. Elijah didn't fight back or run because she didn't want to make it any worse then it already was. She wanted everything to be over as soon as possible.
Elijah walked over to the large fence and sat down. She knew there was a park of some sort behind it, she could hear children's laughter filling the air. She was always jealous of what ever was behind that fence, somehow she knew anything over there would be better than what's on this side.
Lucca, a five year old boy, was aimlessly playing soccer on the other side of the fence. Their parents could be heard cheering them on as they also whispered gossip to each other.
Lucca's life was great outside of the house, it was his favorite place to be. He knew his parents wouldn't treat him the way they did at home in public, it would hurt their reputation.
At home they locked him in his room, only going in to feed him breakfast, lunch and dinner.
His father was Beta of the pack, also Aiden's best friend, Nicolas.
Though they were best friends Nicolas didn't know of Aiden's little girl. She was a heir to his throne and Aiden wasn't going to let that out, not even to his best friend. He would use Elijah instead when she was ready to make sure that he stay in power forever.
Lucca huffed as he missed the ball and it rolled past him making Adam, one of his friends, cheer. Their parents had now completely forgotten about the game, huddled around their lawn chairs talking about who knows what.
All of a sudden the thud of the ball hitting the fence made Elijah jump and let out a small yelp. She paused for a moment hearing small footsteps which belonged to Lucca's feet, listening as they sounded louder as they came closer. When it stopped she panicked, she knocked on the thick wood just hard enough to make a noise loud enough for Lucca to stop.
He stared at the fence in confusion and extreme curiosity, he always wondered why they had put it there about three years ago. He rapped his knuckles on it, making sure his parents weren't watching first, surely they'd get him in trouble for disturbing the alphas property.
John and Adam looked at each other before jogging to Lucca's side. They got there in time to hear the reply to Lucca's knock.
"What do you think it is?" Adam asked. "I don't know, but I have a feeling something's not right." Lucca answered.
"It was probably nothing Luc, let's play." John whined.
Lucca knocked on the wood once before jogging back to the game, signaling he was leaving. After his little encounter he always stopped to look every once in a while, it was difficult to keep his attention on his game.
Elijah was beyond happy, even though she couldn't see the person or directly talk to them she was ecstatic. She found herself frowning after the person didn't reply to the last knock. She wasn't quite ready for their conversation to end.
"Elijah! Where are you?" Elijah panicked at the sound of mother's voice. She stood up and ran to her.
"Where were you?" Claire asked grabbing hold of Elijah's shoulders.
When Elijah didn't answer she shook her violently, "Where were you Elijah? What were you doing?" She demanded, a look in her eye that said avoiding the question was not an option.
Elijah would like to believe and pretend in her mind her mother was desperate to know because she was worried. Though her mother only wanted to make sure she didn't do anything she wasn't supposed to. Claire was fearful she was going to get herself found out, she didn't need people asking questions.
Elijah pointed to where she was minutes ago but more to the grass in front of the fence. "I was over there playing in the grass," She whispered, her eyes tearing up at the hostility of her mothers actions.
It was a lie but one her mother would believe, Claire had seen her doing it before.
Claire huffed angrily, though she chose to believe Elijah she still felt as though something wasn't right. She brought the back of her hand down on Elijah's cheek, making her cry out in pain.
"Be quiet!" Claire yelled, repeating the action. This time Elijah remained quiet.
"Next time, acknowledge me the first time," Claire said, grabbing hold of Elijah's arm and pulling her inside.
She dragged Elijah to her room, closing and locking the door. Elijah crawled to her bed and grabbed the worn out doll from under it. In her earlier childhood this is what brought her comfort, the only thing she truly thought to believe cared for her.
She climbed to the top of the bed, snuggling into the one small blanket she had. It was normal for nights to be frigid, her body shaking through the night constantly waking her from her sleep.
Her parents didn't know about her doll. She found it by the fence in her yard one day and hid it from them. Elijah knew they wanted nothing of happiness for her and she didn't wish for it to get taken away.
Elijah lay on her side, thinking about the 'conversation' she had that day. A feeling in her stomach she almost didn't recognize gave a small smile to her face. With a small feeling of hope in her heart she finally fell asleep.
Lucca lay in his bed thinking about the mystery on the other side of the fence. A feeling in his stomach he almost didn't recognize gave a small smile to his face. With a small feeling of hope in his heart he finally fell asleep.
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