NEXT DAY AT LIGHTNING STORM PACKHOUSE
After an erratic night, I walked half a mile to Lightning Storm packhouse. As soon as the door opened, scalding water was poured over my head!
"What the hell!? I was supposed to pour it for the tea!" Jane exclaimed, holding the teapot over my head with gloves. Lila, my female wolf, quickly came to heal me, but half of my nerve endings were numbed off forever.
"Tsk. What a waste of hot water." Jane commented without remorse. The worst part of all? She didn't stop pouring until the teapot was empty.
Allan and Bane covered their mouths and snickered like adult children behind her.
"Look who came back after disappearing for three nights. You were spreading legs to rogues again?" Bane asked, his mouth running without filtering.
"What a shame to have someone like you around. No wonder your own mother signed you away years ago." Their words cut and split my chest open like a sword.
I reminisced about something at that moment. I wish i didn't. When i was brought to the packhouse for the first time, I ogled at the huge building. Allan and Bane, young teenagers then, played with me and made me feel at home.
"From now on, this is your new home and we are your brothers!" Bane exclaimed cutely, exaggerating his cool pose.
"We requested a new room for you!" Allan boasted, taking me to the grandest room of the packhouse. The room was designed for a girl, unlike other rooms in the house. I felt included.
But one day, Jane spilt my father's ashes all over the floor and shifted into a wolf to piss in it.
"Why did you yell at her, Rebecca!? She's just a pup!" Allan screamed at me, holding Jane close to his chest.
"Don't you know we, as werewolves in wolf form, don't have control over instincts!? You were so harsh on her! I'm ashamed to be your friend." Bane growled. Both of them were older than me and Jane was around my age. Later that evening, I had to clean the ashes soaked in wolf piss as the three played in my room. That day, I knew I wouldn't be treated as a person from that point onwards.
I turned to face the room down the hallway. The same room decorated and painted for me eight years ago was now occupied by Jane Cruiser.
"What are you looking at? Reminiscing your old space? Get over it. Time and again you've proved yourself worthy of being a maid. You're nothing more than a freeloader in this mansion." Bane spat the words as I sniffled.
"Also, remember this?" My eyes widened.
"Teddy..." I was reaching for it when Allan separated the head from the body. He plucked out all the insides and threw it at my feet.
"That's for talking back and not being responsible. Once you learn to be responsible, maybe we can talk." Bane Ferguson bumped into my shoulder and walked past.
"What are you still standing here for?" Allan asked with arms folded over his chest.
I had my plans to move out anyway so I had no time to talk back. With a curt nod I spoke, "Thank you for letting me stay here. You won't have a freeloader in your mansion anymore because I'm leaving."
Allan sneered heavily as if what I said was a joke. They would never take me seriously. Jane scoffed.
"So you can leech off someone else or continue making money spreading legs? Well, good luck with that. I'll see how you'll even get past the borders. I'll talk with Dad and make sure to renew your contract. Don't forget what I'm capable of." Allan stood pridefully before me. I'm curious to know what he'll do to go against my plan.
I walked past Allan and Jane, and without looking back, I murmured, "Good luck with that."
I had way too much work to do than linger there with them. I looked at the walls and sighed. This place has given me vibrant memories, but it was never truly a 'home' for me.
