Marked by the Alpha

The cold atmosphere made it hard for me to sit still in the car. Even with the windows rolled up and the heater on full blast, I was freezing. I pulled my jacket closer to my body and leaned my head against the fogged up window in my dad’s BMW.

I sighed, hating the unfortunate events that have unfolded in my short seventeen years of life.

My dad cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence. “Daniella,” my dad looked at me through the rearview mirror. “Can we talk? I’m sorry.” I rolled my eyes and turned up the volume to my music, making sure I couldn’t hear him speak. I’m tired of his “sorry” crap. He’s been trying to apologize to me for a week, but apologies just don’t cut it anymore.

I couldn’t wait until I got to my mother’s house. Just thirty more minutes and I’ll be able to smile again. My father was making me move in with my mom because of his bitchy, evil new wife, Sandra. She hated my guts because she wanted my dad for herself. More likely, she wanted his money to herself.