Whore of the Werewolf Billionaire

Elaine's POV

One week ago...

"What the hell are you doing there, Elaine? Go and grill some pork!"

Even on the beach, my mother's commanding voice didn't stop me from taking a break. In fact, I haven't yet taken a swim.

Frustrated, I strode towards the barbecue grill and grabbed some marinated pork that I've also marinated before we got here and started to grill. While them...they are just casually laughing and playing beach volleyball. I was so in rage, treating me as if I'm their private maid and ordering me with even the tiniest chore like taking off their shoes and picking up their towel in the sand. Even wiping their body dry from the seawater, it was still my job to do.

I clenched my fist and focused on grilling. But my wicked mind played a trick on me and I imagined that I was cooking them atop the sizzling enormous charcoal-grill that I exclusively made for them alone. All four of them in the sharpness of the human-sized sticks I made and above the smoking hot pile of burning charcoal.

Someone hit my head and my face almost touched the grill. I looked to my side and my younger sister's grinning face made me just grip the tongs. I force myself to just grip it or else my wild daydream will begin on my sister.

"You could have told me that you already finished one pork belly," said my sister, Lyta.

"And why did you fuc-I mean why did you hit me?"

"Hah, you dare swear in front of your little sister? I'm going to tell mom that you said the F word

in front of me and I will also tell her that you burned the food!"

"What burned? It's called well-cooked you, idiot! And I didn't swear at you, I'm just reminding you who amongst us is the elder sister!"

Lyta rolled her eyes and crossed her arms in front of me, pouting. "You're not even a real Rutherford, you adopted big pig!" Lyta spitted on my feet which was just washed off by the waves. She kept on insisting that I'm adopted where in fact, in my birth certificate, I definitely came out from my mother's pussy.

'Maybe I'm really adopted...' I thought.

I returned to the grilling area and finished until the last lobster was well cooked. It was great timing that my mother approached me upon seeing me put the last of the lobster I cooked in the metal plate.

"What the hell are you doing, Elaine?" Mom growled.

"Well, uhm, I'm done cooking so-"

"So what? You'll be eating as much as you can?!" She pointed a finger to me and sauntered towards me. As she walked towards me, I kept on walking backwards, pushing me away from the table. "Remember, Elaine. It doesn't mean you are at the beach, you will just forget what the rules are in the family, huh?!" Mom hit my forehead with her finger twice. "You will only eat once we're finished, no matter the amount of food we left for you!"

Mom never fails to forget to shout at me even in the presence of the crowd. I cried running away from them, thinking that maybe I should just pack my things and leave for good. I have enough money anyway. I have secretly opened a bank account unbeknownst to them because I am pretty sure they will always scavenge my bag for cash and jewelry.

The money I kept in the bank is the one I earned even at the age of seven. I remember back when I was young, my family just casually made me stay in the house when they went to the beach or the mall or when they went out of town for me to do housesitting. Without even paying or buying something for me as a gratitude for being a good girl. Not even a 'thank you'. Since I already know what their tactics towards me are, I often went to our neighbors from house to house and offered simple chores that a seven-year-old girl can do. I do things like pulling the weeds in their backyard during spring or cleaning their front yard from dried leaves during autumn. And since I'm a cute industrious girl, they hand me a dollar or two. Sometimes with a lunch and snack and sweet treats. During the holiday season, the Rutherfords spend their Christmas in the countryside and I was left to do house sitting alone again and have holidays on my own.

My neighbors often invite me during their Christmas Eve and New Year's Eve, sometimes the morning after. And, at the end of the day, I was even luckier than them because I was given cash, free gifts, and was able to eat for free at ten different houses. Sometimes more. Whereas them...they often run out of cash because they have to feed thirty or more people. Sometimes, their relatives ask for extra cash and some even ask for an extra extra money. Sometimes in winter, nature gifts them with a snowstorm. I remember there was one time when bad luck also visited them, making their car run out of gas in the middle of a snowy, icy road that made them walk and push the car for more than five kilometres since it was how far the nearest gas station is. There, they also found out that a tire was probably slashed by the thugs that asked them for a ride earlier and forgot to check it before they drove away.

So yeah, I'm not entirely filled with misery and bad luck after all. 'Cause I know that karma is a bitch and that life is a wheel, sometimes you're up then you're down in a blink. It's just a matter of attitude.

I looked back and my family is but a dot now to where I was standing. I soaked my feet in the sea waters when I saw eggshells. I traced it and saw a newly-hatched baby turtle which was just about to crawl away from the egg it came from.

A crow cawed and I realized it's in a big rock not far away from the turtle.

"Shoo!" I splashed the bird with water and it immediately went away. "Come baby, turt." I beckoned the hatchling to come to me and sat beside me as the waters from the sea made me smile.

I saw it slow down and decided to just scoop it in my hand and put it in the very shallow hole in the sand that I made between my legs. The waves crashed into us and I brought a handful of water to the baby turtle's little hole. It lifted its head and yawned. I giggled.

"Let's wait for your mommy, baby turt," I said as I stroked its little head with my finger. "You're a lucky one, dearest." I continued and it just looked at me as if it understands me. "You have a mom that patiently waits for you."

It's now waddling its flippers and splashed water at my skin. "I hope all moms are like that. I hope all families are like that they really treat you as a part of them like you're an extension of themselves..." I don't care if it's only the wind and the sea and the turtle that can hear me. At least I was able to speak in a way that no one will silence me just because I want to go to college. At least I was able to unsheathe my emotions without a so-called family shoving it back inside the hollowness of me

"I envy you, baby turtle." It tried to bite my hand, which is so cute. "Sorry, I have no fish," I whispered.

I stood and rubbed the sand from my body. "Just wait there, little friend."

Then I decided to head back since my stomach is already grumbling. "I envy you, little friend." I breathed as I gave the little turtle one last glance before I return to my family who only thinks of themselves.