Chapter 2 Murdered

~~Eleanor

"My money is missing!" Kaitlyn screamed and everyone rushed to her side. She is such a drama queen.

I arranged my bag and was prepared to step out of the class. At least no one bullied me today, they were all in a good mood.

Chloe blocked my path and I tried to walk past her but she held my hand.

"Bring the money out in peace and you won't get hurt leech.

"I blinked my eyes at her. Wait! She was accusing me of stealing Kaitlyn's money?

"I swear I didn't take it." By now everyone had shifted their focus to me.

"Why would I even steal it?" I asked no one in particular and Chloe took a step towards me.

"Are you trying to get back at Kaitlyn?" She asked and I shook my head.

Kaitlyn walked closer to me.

"Everyone knows that your parents are too poor so cut the crap thief." I moved backward and she moved closer to me. I was done with them talking bad about me.

"I am not a thief!" I shouted and everyone looked at me in shock. It was probably the first time that I had raised my voice at anyone.

"Instead of blaming me, maybe you should search everyone and see the real culprit." Kaitlyn scoffed.

"You are the poorest here. You are the one who can't afford to attend school in this pack. Your mother works for me and I know how much my parents pay her. You and your family are nothing but servants to this pack. You should be grateful that the Alpha is kind enough to let you stay here when you will only make the pack weaker." She spouted arrogantly.

I couldn't stop myself even if I wanted to. My hand found its way to Kaitlyn's cheeks for a sound slap. She held her cheeks in shock then she hit me harder.

I felt my hair being pulled in different directions. I couldn't fight them all. They were all stronger than me. I felt someone tug at my pants and I struggled to fight back but I was held down by people I couldn't point out.

My pants were pulled down. I was left in only my undies. Just when I thought it was all over, someone dragged me by my clothes and ended up tearing my top in half. I couldn't stop the tears that flew freely down my face. I stood in front of everyone half naked.

They all laughed at me, some pulled out their phones and took pictures. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.

No one came to my rescue. They all laughed at me pointing their filthy fingers at me.

"This is little compared to what I will do to you if you touch any of my stuff with those filthy hands of yours.

"I used my hands to cover what was left of my dignity. Someone threw a bucket full of some liquid at me. It didn't take me time to figure out what the liquid was. Everyone held their nose. I was being filmed all this while and no one cared to help me.

I stared hard at the person who threw the stinking liquid at me. It was Tara, she was an omega like me but the difference is that she had a wolf even though she was weak. I thought we were supposed to help our own.

For once, I wished I was not born into this world. I wished I was not too weak. I wished I was strong enough to fight them back. I wished I could make them pay.

But what could I do, I was nothing but a wolfless omega. The weakest werewolf in the Red Crimson's pack.

I picked my torn clothes from the floor and my backpack which was tossed away from me. I stuffed everything inside my backpack.

Blinded by my tears, I staggered out of their presence with the whole school laughing behind me.

I wiped the tears from my face but it did not in any way help close the dam that was forced open. I wrapped my hands around myself as I walked down to my house ignoring the boring holes created at my back as I walked past some of the pack members. I was more than disgraced.

All I wanted at this point was to make it safely to my house and cry my heart out on my bed hugging my pillow.

The door was slightly opened when I got home but I didn't think much about it. I had a bigger problem to deal with. I pushed the door open and was met with the most gory scene in my life.

If I had thought that being violated and bullied at school was the worst thing that had happened to me today, then I was more than wrong.

Right in front of me were my parents lying in the pool of their blood. I opened my mouth to scream and my father's eyes met mine. He lifted a finger to his lips and I understood what he meant. His lips were moving and I followed the movement 'I love you' he said and forced a smile on his torn lips.

My hand flew over my mouth as my eyes were wide open.

I saw someone in a mask, he must be the person who had the guts to do this to my parents. He lifted the sword in his hands and I recognized it at once. The serial killer! He was the topic of the pack.

He was the rouge who had wiped out a whole pack slowly and this was his signature tool. Right in front of me, he stabbed my mother repeatedly, cutting her wrist.

She was too weak to fight, it seemed like she was already dead. Then he moved to my father, he used his signature tool and placed a cut in his wrist then he beheaded him.

I could only watch, my mouth wide open with no words coming out from them. The tears had doubled.

He flipped open the window and jumped through it.