Owned By Her Triplet Bullies
(Bk 2) Chapter 85

Finding out her secret unknowingly Lexi's POV

I stared at the cold and emotionless man in front of me in utter shock. He watched me writhing in pain unfazed. It felt like a dream. No, it was a dream because the Nick I fell for would never have used me like that. "When you are done with your drama, I want you gone when I get back and never return again," he warned before turning around to leave. It felt like something in me snapped. Darcey howled painfully and whined in my head.

"How could he do this to us? What did we do so wrong that he would reject us in this way?" I sobbed uncontrollably. But Darcey continued to howl in pain without responding. When I finally recollected myself, I stood up and slowly put on my clothes before leaving. I dreaded going back home because I knew it would only make things worse. Nobody cared about me. I've been all alone since I could remember. Nick was my support system but now he is gone too.

I tried to stop the tears but it wouldn't stop falling as I walked. When I finally got home, I saw my step-mother's car parked out in the garage and I knew she was back from work. I wiped my tear-stricken face and walked inside.

"And where do you think you are coming from?" my stepmother asked, blowing out smoke from her nostrils. She held her cigarette between her fingers, a glass of whiskey beside her as she stared at her laptop without looking up at me.

"Where else? Probably coming from her boyfriend's house again. She's always there. We never see her these days," my so-called stepbrother replied as he slammed the refrigerator's door shut and walked into his room.

"You know what? You can decide to visit whoever you want to and sleep with whoever you want to. I don't give a f**k. But before you do, I want you to do your chores properly and make sure this house is well organized. Am I clear?" she asked with a frown. Couldn't she see how miserable and hurt I looked or she just didn't care? Who was I kidding? Of course, she didn't care. She just mentioned it herself.

I suddenly heard a loud crash that made me jump in surprise followed by continuous throwing up.

"You should go and take care of your useless father. He's yours after all, not mine," she said to me and continued smoking her cigarette. I dragged my feet hesitatingly towards his room. I knew I had to listen to her and do it. Else nobody would and it would still fall back on me. I opened the door and the strong stench of liquor mixed with vomit hit my nostrils. I resisted the urge to gag repeatedly. And then I saw him, seated in a chair with his eyes half closed and drenched in his own waste.

"Dad? Get up," I muttered walking towards him and shaking him awake. He opened his eyes and pushed me away abruptly.

"Who the hell are you and where did you come from?" he asked, slurring on his words. I gently stood up from the floor and made my way towards him again.

"It's me, Lexi. Your daughter," I replied. He quickly stood up from his chair, almost falling to the floor.

"You are a liar and an imposter! I have no daughter. My daughter died years ago. She died alongside her mother in an accident," he screamed. I sighed out of frustration.

"Dad, please! I didn't die. I'm right here, can't you see? I'm in pain too!" I yelled angrily. He staggered towards the bed but stopped abruptly when his eyes caught sight of a scented candle I had placed there in the morning due to the strong stench of alcohol in the room. He knocked it over and laid on the neat white sheets I had made this morning.

"You are a liar. My daughter is dead and gone forever. I won't ever see them again. They are all gone," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Why are you all doing this to me?" I asked no one in particular.

"They are all gone," he continued to mumble in his sleep. Since Mum died, this was what he has been reduced to. The loving dad who took me to the movies, to the pack now, and drew me lovely paintings died alongside my mum that night. I was left with nothing but a shadow of his former self. I left his room in anger.

"Are you done with cleaning up his room? Clean up the whole house quickly before you go to bed. That we are poor doesn't mean we should look like we are living in a pigsty," she said coldly, throwing her leftover cigarette on the floor and smashing it with her foot. She grabbed her laptop and walked past me toward the room where she slept.

They weren't abusive, at least not on purpose. They only pushed me out of their way once or twice whenever they were drunk. They never hit me but my mental health was at stake. I couldn't continue to live in a pack where nobody cared if I lived or died. With that thought in mind, I made up my mind to leave. Without taking a single thing with me except for the clothes and shoes I was wearing, I ran out of the house without looking back. As I ran, I was beginning to question if I really made the right choice.

I ran into the road and got hit by a fast-moving car when I wasn't looking. As I lay almost lifeless on the floor, I promised myself that if the moon goddess gave me a second chance at life, I would never let anyone take me for granted ever again. I was going to be selfish for once in my life and let me come first. And as for men, they were all the same to me now and there was only one thing I felt for them. Hatred. Nothing was ever going to change that.

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End of flashback

"I'm so sorry I didn't tell you anything. I just didn't know how to. I'm so sorry if I betrayed your trust. I understand if you want me to leave. I never wanted to cause you any trouble," I cried.

"Oh dear, we didn't know you went through so much. We always wondered why you were so closed off and reserved but we never knew you had this much burden in your heart," Mum said sympathetically with teary eyes.

"How could a father treat his own daughter that way? The moon goddess gifted some people who weren't capable of raising kids but others..."

I tuned out of what he was saying when I caught sight of someone walking away from the door. I couldn't believe my eyes for a while. My worst nightmare had come to pass. I didn't plan on letting him find out that way. I didn't even know what to do or how best to react right now.

"What is it dear? Why do you look so pale?' Mum asked worriedly looking towards the direction I was facing.

"Isn't that your tutor?" Dad asked curiously.

"He's not just my tutor. He's also my mate," I admitted.

"What!" they both exclaimed in shock.

"I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want to accept it. All I wanted was to forget all about it but then I..."

"You fell for him. It's obvious from the way you look at him," she cut me off with a smile.

I shook my head. "I didn't just fall for him. I fell in love with him. I love Mason, why did it take me this long to realize it?"

"Then go after him. What are you still waiting for?" mum asked. She was right. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was supposed to be with Mason explaining myself.

"I should go," I said, rushing out of the house.

"I love seeing that look on her face," I heard Mum mutter. I ran out but Mason had already driven away in his car. I ran towards the road and got into a taxi. I was panicking because I didn't know how he was feeling right now. Was he upset? Would he send me away when I arrive? I had no idea but I didn't want to jump to conclusions. Immediately the driver got to the gate of the pack house, I got down and ran in but my gaze met Rachel's. Mason's back was turned towards me so he had no idea I was present there. But I definitely met Rachel's gaze. They were discussing something I couldn't hear.

"I love you Mason and you love me too right? You were just with her for a while away time. At the end of the day, you still came back to your one true love," she said out loud, hugging him with a smile.

I frowned. What was going on here?