Beauty and The Beta (Bailey)

Chapter 0203

My body slid down the wall next to my bedroom door until I was sitting upon the floor with my back against the wall, tears falling from my eyes at hearing Asher's words. My body racked with painful sobs. Everything he was saying was everything I wanted to hear. He was the most perfect guy, of that I had no doubt, but he had been telling me what I should do, and I didn’t need that right now. I do not need someone dictating to me what I can and cannot do. That is not what I need. I have had that for too long from Miles. And while I know Asher is no Miles, I do not need him telling me what to do. I needed his understanding…

I needed Asher to understand how all of this was working. Yet he didn’t seem to. He had heard what he had heard and jumped to the angry conclusion he had. But, ultimately, I needed to do the right thing for my family. I needed to do what was expected of me. I doubt he would understand… he had barely mentioned his family to me. But mine, while I was not particularly close to them all the time, they expected a lot of me, and I had a lot to prove to them.

us to maintain our reputation and image. Jordan was their perfect son, as the next in line, as Beta - not to mention, an all-out sports star, and one of the most popular guys in school. Morgan, their sweet, beautiful, youngest daughter – little miss popular in school, and head cheerleader. And then there was me, the middle daughter. The one that was easy to forget. The non-descript, boring one, as I have been so often described, because I enjoyed my studies. So unlike my other two siblings. The amount of times people had questioned if I was adopted with how unlike my brother and

siblings like mine, and the fact my parents so often heaped praise on them, I had to find ways to impress them. And my school work, along with it being an escape from not fitting in, became a means of doing this. Doing well in school gave my parents something to be proud of me

the way I was. I think Asher had shown me that too. The way he had treated me, wanted me for me, even having seen me at some of my lowest and weaker points. He saw me, and found me beautiful. He made me feel beautiful too. Made me feel wanted and cared for.