Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers by Alexis Dee

125-Fill All My Holes

Maura’s POV:

I finished cleaning the café after my shift ended and grabbed my bag to leave. But before doing so, I made sure I had packed food for not only my father but for Pamela and her son, too. She is a 45-year-old single mother who takes care of her disabled son all alone. She is my only neighbor and works with us in the café. Her home is pretty far from our house, but it is still the only house in our area. My father owns the café, U-Chose Café, but he only sits and counts money.

“Have a good night,” I merrily voiced for Pamela, who was also leaving for her home.

“I think it is going to rain. I would have asked you to come to stay under my roof until the rain stops, but I don’t think your father will like it very much,” Pamela mumbled, stealing her eyes from me. This wasn’t the first time she had talked about wanting to invite me, but then would pick a random reason herself and make sure I didn’t go with her.

I assumed she was embarrassed by her son, so I never pressed her or expressed my desire to visit her home. Howev- er, she had been to our place quite a few times but didn’t stay for too long because she didn’t like my father.

“Say hello to Marcus for me,” I voiced as I sprinted ahead of her. My house would take a few more minutes than hers to reach, so I needed to hurry.

played together when we were kids, but when he turned 15 and his wolf woke up, he lost his mind. Pamela told us his

wet. I hid the lunchbox under my arm, but I wasn’t sure how long it could keep the food

way back home. The icy rain had entirely messed me up. The pink floral dress

the food down and looked around in search of my father. Our house was an old building. It had three stories and a basement, where I was not allowed to go. The floor I was standing on had a living room, a kitchen, and a small bedroom for my father. My bedroom was on the top floor.

didn’t have much, but whatever we had was more pre- cious to my father than

the coat hanger and wearing it over my wet clothes to cover

hand grasped my hair in the back of my head and yanked

little slut!” my dad’s voice sent shivers down my spine. I instantly felt this weird fear of something going

be another night of pain and suffering. He dragged

face after he pointed in the direction of the dead cow beside me.

hands in sorrow and grief. “We had a lot of customers, so I couldn’t come in t— ime,” I said,

that why you are late?” He lunged at

and bruised up and then would demand I lie to everyone.

did. You can ask Pamela!” | begged with my hands closed, whimpering as his punches made me lose my strength