The Alpha and the Mistake

Chapter 9

Mike

I looked at the sunlight filtering through the tree limbs. The numbness brought on by the Jack Daniels

left me. Now I was stiff and had a damp ass. Damn, why didn't I notice the ground was wet when I sat

down? Oh. Right. I was half drunk. Standing, I stretched all the kinks out. I wondered if Missy ever got

out of the woods.

I meant to tell her the way she needed to go, but the look of pure horrified shock on her face was

hilarious! Did she think Dad would let her just walk away?

When I reached the school parking lot, it was empty. Good, the school was out. I was totally over

school. It's nothing but a waste of time if you ask me. As I pulled out of the lot and drove home, I

actually obeyed the speed limits. Unfortunately, even driving so slow the drive only took ten minutes.

Tammy, my sister's friend, parked in front of my house. Maybe my day was looking up!

"Hey girl, what's up?" Some playtime sounded nice about now.

"Oh hi, Mike. Hey, is Dean home? He said he'd tutor me in math."

"I bet he did." Her flush or her biting her lower lip told me what kind of tutoring she was talking about.

My fist clenched around my keys. I took a calming breath and grinned at her. "He's not here, though,

but I can tutor you in anything you need."

"You are such a pig, Mike." The disgust on her face.

A pig? What did I say? "Yeah? That's not what you said last time."

Tammy rolled her eyes at me. "Whatever, Mike. Dean is a gentleman so why would I waste my time on

you?"

She was begging to get slapped. I started to bring up my fist but remembered Dad didn't want me

hitting her. Her dad was in good with him, so I had to play nice. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Yeah well, as I said you deaf bitch, he's not here so get your skank ass out of here." I grinned at the

flash of hurt on her face. Good. When Tammy comes crawling back to me, I am so going to make sure

she's sorry. Damn Dean. God, I hated his stupid ass. I couldn't wait until Dad finished pretending to be

friends with his pack. I was going to have so much fun smashing his pretty-boy face into the ground.

"Thank you for getting rid of that girl. I can't stand her. She is like a parasite," Mom said, wiping her

hands on a dishtowel and kissed me on the top of my head, making the anger vanish.

Mom was the only one who managed to calm me down when I'm angry. Usually, the only thing that

made my anger go away is beating the crap out of someone, usually Missy. She was good like that.

"No problem, Mom. She really is a parasite, came here looking for Dean hoping he'd let her blow him." I

grunted as she smacked me on the back of the head.

"Language, Mister. I don't care if what you say about her is true, it's not the way to speak. You may talk

like that with your friends, but when you're around me, I want none of it."

Rubbing the back of my head, I begrudgingly gave her an apology. I slung my arm around her waist

and gave her a hug. She flinched, and the anger trickled back through me. Dad hit her again. "How

bad?" She'd never let me see the bruises. Always the torso Dad likes to say. Below the chest and

above the hips. That way bruises are easily hidden by the clothing.

Mom smiled at me. How could she smile like that? It is something I never understood about my mom,

and Missy, for that matter. How did they manage to smile and pretend like nothing was wrong?

"I'm fine sweetheart. It's not too bad. Your father just couldn't help himself. He's under so much stress

lately, and I really shouldn't have bothered him."

I scowled, but I knew arguing with her would get me nowhere. "Fine. I'm going to my room."

"Okay, make sure you clean up for Dinner," she told me with a kiss on my forehead before returning to

the kitchen to do whatever it is moms do there.

I closed the door and sat on the bed, leaning against the wall. My anger returned as I thought of

Tammy, Dean, my dad. I hated them all and wanted them dead. With a smile, I closed my eyes

imagining what it would be like to have their blood on my hands. I wanted to do it. I wanted to see the

life drain out of their eyes. I opened my eyes and in a slightly better mood. I glanced out of my window

and let a small smile cross my face as I saw Missy.

She made it out after all. That's my girl. I knew she'd do it. Nothing keeps her down. I scooted off my

bed to watch her swing on a swing set like she was six or something. It made me smile even more. I

know my dad says she is human trash and should've never been born but I always kind of liked her.

She's a lot stronger than he thinks. No big surprise there, Dad is a fucking idiot half the time.

Missy always gets up no matter how hard I hit her or what I say to her. It's nice knowing no matter how

angry I am she'll always be there to take the hits to make me feel better. Also, I think we have a lot in

common. We both try to put our moms first. We're both trapped by Dad. I'll blame it on being drunk, but

the truth was I wanted to tell her about Dad. I don't want him to kill her. I need her. If she's gone, who

will take my anger? I can't risk taking it out on my mom as he does.

No, I needed Missy just as much as she needed me and she needed me. Missy is like the yin to my

yang or crap like that. Without me, she's no one, but some stupid unimportant human. We were meant

for each other. We weren't mates or any of that stupid shit. Who really needed a mate, anyway? This

was more than that. She needed to be there to take my anger. Only she can do it.

My eyes narrowed as I saw Dean freaking Williams walk up to her. What was he doing there? Anger

turned in the pit of my stomach as he started talking to her. What did Dean have to talk about with

Missy? Didn't I make it clear, no one goes near Missy but me! The more I watched, the angrier I got. He

kept getting closer and closer to her as he held the chain of her swing. Go away Dean, I swore silently

at him.

A growl resonated through my throat when he held her face. I was going to break his hand. To make

matters worse, I watched Dean kiss her. He actually kissed her! My lips curled into a snarl, I felt the

nails of my hands grow into claws. She blushed, smiling at him. He was taking her from me. "No!" Dean

could have Tammy or any girl he wanted. Anyone but Missy.

I gripped the windowsill, not caring I had splintered the wood. I watched them. "Enjoy it Deano,

because it's not going to last long. You are a dead man. I am going to kill you, I don't give a fuck what

Dad plans are. You are dead."