SWNOVELS Chapter 45
Lorena POV
“so, my father and mother used to be the most amazing parents until my father had to leave for military and my mother die without medical attention at the royal hospital.
“That is so sad," Angelica stopped walking and touched my shoulder. “I am so sorry about your parents,” she said.
I smiled at her and nodded in response because she would never understand the pains that I had to go through when my parents passed away. “it all happened when I was a teenager and although my stories have a bad ending, the beginning was alright when my mother and father were still alive” just the thought about that was enough to bring tears to my eyes and I couldn't stop thinking about them and the things we would have done together if they were alive with me.
“care to share your story with me?” Angelica requested.
I heaved a sigh and nodded in response. “my story is not really a great one but I'l share it anyways since you are my friend, That was the only reason why I agreed to share my story because she was friend.
“my mother said that I was born in the late hours of September and I was a miracle child,” I smiled as I began my story.
The year 20I7,
“I am leaving to fight at the border,” when my father made that announcement, I was only twelve years old and I had no idez what that meant. I had thought that it was just for a while and he was going to return to us fast.
“what do you mean?” my mother who I was her replica from our long red hair and fair skin while I got my eyes from my father.
“you know how the werewolves’ rules over us and I can't mess with their king unless I want my neck to be cut off” my father replied. That was the second time I heard the king. The first time was when my friend's family was wiped off. her father was killed by the king's men and her mother according the rumors was stabbed repeatedly by werewolves until she died. That was the story I heard from people and about my first friend Elisa, she was taken away and when her body was found, she wa confirmed to be dead.
“you are leaving us to work under that wicked king, right?" I asked my father for the umpteenth time after his announcement. “Is he going to take you to his castle and stab you on the face?” my naive young little self-asked.
“itis not for long my child," my father promised. “I shall return soon and we will all live together as one big family," he hugged. That was my last hug to him. If I had knew that he wouldn't returned to us, I would have hugged him tighter and tell him that I loved him but as a young child, I had no idea that we wouldn't meet again.
“I shall miss you father,” my last words to him were short and to be honest, I hated every moment of it. I hated that I didn't get to spend enough time with my father and tell him that I love him.
Two years soon passed and I didn't see my father. Each time I thought about him, I will ask my mother who in return assurec me that my father was sure to return. I trusted and believed in her words but two years soon turn to four years. The fourth year after my father's departure, my mother got hit by a car belonging to a noble werewolf. Instead of helping her, my mother left alone to suffer on the ground. The noble man ran away and my mother struggled for her life on the ground. When she was finally rescued by a good Samaritan and taken to the royal ward, the only place I know that has good hospital facilities but instead of helping her, my mother was turned away and rejected by the royal hospital. She was left alone to die and it was a gruesome moment for me as I watched my mother struggled for her life until she died. If only they had tried to help her or help her then she wouldn't have to die like a chicken. If only she wasn't ignored by them then I could still be seeing her.
That day, I cursed the werewolf king until I had enough. Because everyone believed that my father needed to be present for my mother's burial, we waited for him and when he returned, he was dead. I could vividly remember when the werewolves should come and dropped off his dead body and left without saying a word. I was only seventeen at that time and I didn't know if I was to cry or not.
Losing two parents at the same time was the worst thing that could ever happened to anyone. I refused to bury their bodies and stared at it for two days straight having no idea on what to do with it. They were dead and gone forever. I wasn't going t hear their words again and I wasn't going to play the princess game with them again.
I tried to kill myself after watching them for four days but my kind neighbor saved my life and with her help, I buried my parent and it was the saddest thing I have ever done in my life. As their body lit up in fire, I fell to my knees and started crying. I cried so hard that I hit the ground with my hands until I was bleeding. My heart felt torn apart and I thought that my whole body was on fire.
I was never going to see my parent again as they were gone forever.
The next day, the guards in the white and blue uniform came and took me away. I didn't relent or fought against them as I had lost the will to fight. What was the use of fighting if I wasn't going to end up winning. The guards dropped me at the s*x school where we were taught how to be s****I slaves. I acted like a zombie in my first year and was pushed around by the rest of the girls. I lost all the wil to fight back and I was used like a slave by other humans. In my second year, it was war as I started to retaliate to everything the girls were doing to me. I made sure to fight back and that was when I concluded that I was going to pay the werewolves back especially Alpha king Fenrir who started the law of slavery and killed my parents.