300 Days With The Alpha Beta Triplets
FATHER

Bella:

In this world, there was literally nothing I hated more than exam seasons. Having to wake up early daily, and stay up late through the night just to get extra hours to feed my brain with information I'd probably never need in my life. I mean, would I need maths when I sit on the throne of the Rune pack? Or physics? Why the fuck did we need to feed our brains with this much information?

What pissed me off the most was that some of these subjects in the curriculum belonged to humans, and I could never wrap my head around why were-people wanted to learn like they did. Father always said it would help if one found themselves amongst humans-like he would allow me to go through that portal after rambling about how humans were scared of us and would kill us if they found us.

"Bella, you have been staring at that page for over an hour now," Hazel's voice cut through my mind, causing me to let out a sigh. "We have only thirty minutes left before the exams, and you haven't moved. I am worried about you. Is this about your dad?"

When she asked, I took a deep breath. I had almost forgotten the fact my dad had been bombarding me with good morning texts for almost two days now. I hadn't replied to any of them, because I couldn't shake what my mother said to me about him. No matter what she did, the fact he raped her canceled everything.

"I was thinking about the exams. Halle says there is danger, and instead of practicing, we are here preparing for these stupid exams. Why do we need calculations? Why am I learning English every fucking day of my life, only to write an exam on literature written by humans! They fear us, so we should be superior!"

I didn't notice I was shouting until the students around the hallway began to stare at us. Hazel pulled me toward her, letting my head rest on her chest with the rest of my body on her lap, and my legs on the floor, then she stroked my head gently.

"There, there, my angry bear," she said, and I leaned into her further, exhaling deeply.

I glanced at the boys who were far away from us, and they seemed okay, chatting cheerfully about their books. Then I looked around the hallway too, and I could see people reading as though their lives depended on it.

"Everyone is fucking happy, and it makes me feel like I am just an evil witch seeking misery in everyone's life. Why can't I just be happy?" My voice came out low, causing Hazel to sigh.

"Well, the Moon Goddess made you perfectly, but you have a lot of shit going on in your life. You must embrace this life in order to be happy."

I tilted my head to face her.

"Literally, I have no idea what you just said, but I don't really care, either. I'll take it." She chuckled at my words, then placed her notebook on my chest.

"Come on, we need to study."

I forced a smile as she said this, then we discussed the notes, and to her surprise, I could answer most of the questions. I knew I couldn't move a page earlier, but it was because I had a lot on my mind. Thank goodness I had her as my study buddy.

"You are doing so great, Bella!" she said, and I looked at her.

"Because I am a mini goddess." She rolled her eyes at my words, then we continued studying until we heard the bell. "Time's up, and we are done!" she shut her book at once, but I remained on her lap.

"Even though my life is shit at the moment, I cannot thank the Moon Goddess enough that I met you, Hazel. I bless the day you walked in on me in that bathroom when I was panicking," I said, and a smile crossed her lips.

"You should be grateful because I am a mini goddess." She held the smile on her face while I stared at her with my brows creased.

"You know what? I hate your cocky ass!" I said, then she grabbed my shoulders, pushing me off her lap.

"Love you too," she said, then she opened her locker, and I handed her my books as well.

As she put our stuff into her locker, my phone beeped. I looked down at the screen at once, and it was a text from my dad.

"Good morning darling, pick up your phone. It is urgent."

I showed the message to Hazel, and she was about to speak when the phone started ringing. I swallowed hard.

"Bella," she called out, but before she could finish her sentence, my trembling fingers swiped the screen, picking up the call.

My breathing quickened as I placed the phone to my ear, wondering what was so urgent that he had to call immediately. Was he dying? Had he been in an accident, or what if it was just a guard calling to inform me my dad was dead?

"Baby." I heaved a sigh as soon as I heard my father's voice, then I took steady breaths, trying to calm my racing heart.

Hazel hated being late for exams because she loved sitting at the front of the class, but as we watched students make their way into the classroom for their exams, Hazel reached for my hand, caressing it softly.

"I have been trying to call, but I haven't been able to reach you." My father said, and I remained mute, as I had no words to give at the moment. "I heard your exams are on, and I thought to ask once more if you'd spend the holidays with me. Daddy misses you so much, baby, and I want us to talk. It's been eight months." Hazel's hand on mine did little to calm me, because the more he spoke, the more I felt the air being knocked out of my lungs.

"Your mother and I talked, and she said it is okay if you come over for the holidays." The mention of my mother brought back memories of her tragic story, and at this point, Hazel snatched the phone from my hand due to how much I was shaking.

She ended the call at once, then tossed the phone into her locker and shut it. She pulled me to her chest, placing my head on it.

"Breathe, Bella, breathe. You should never pick up a call like that before exams," she said, and I broke into a sob.

"I know, but I was worried, and..."

She cut me short. "It is not your fault. Just focus on breathing."

I took in deep breaths, but hearing my phone ring inside her locker kept triggering me.

"The phone," I said, and Hazel pulled me away from her chest, grabbing my hand.

"Let's go to class, come on," she said to me, and I yanked my hands away from her.

"I know you hate being late for exams, but I can't. My head is going blank, and I need to be calm before I enter, and..."

"Bella, look around. The hallway is almost empty. Come on!" Her tone was loud, which scared me a bit, so I didn't struggle when she grabbed my hands and dragged me down the hallway to the classroom.

When we got there, we saw Ms. Polly standing in front of the classroom with the exam papers.

"Hazel, where have you been? I couldn't start the exams without you, and I saved the seats in front for both of you," she said, and Hazel flashed her a smile.

"Girl problems. We had to use the bathroom, and we are sorry, Ms. Polly. Thank you," she replied, and Ms. Polly shrugged.

"Settle down, and we will begin," Ms. Polly said, then I followed Hazel.

She sat in front, and I sat behind her. As Ms. Polly spoke, Hazel leaned backward.

"Keep working on breathing, and do as I say."

I nodded without hesitation.

Hazel was a smart student. The school's smartest student, because apparently she beat the scores of every top student in any class she entered every year. The teachers liked Hazel, and she could easily control them, which was cool.

As the exams began, Ms. Polly went to the back of the classroom, guarding it like a hawk, while I tried to focus on my paper, but my mind went blank. I tried to remember what I had read in the hallway, but all I could remember was my father's voice, and although I was a baby when he raped my mother, I kept painting a mental picture of her screams and cries.

"Bella," Hazel tapped my table, causing me to look down to see her hand open. "Your paper," she said in a low tone, and I glanced back to see Ms. Polly engrossed with the students at the back.

I slid my paper to her, and she gave me hers. As I took deep breaths, staring at her paper, I couldn't tell what scared me the most-if it was the fact Hazel broke her no-telling rule for me, or the fact we could get caught, ruining her

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