Twenty Years In Bondage (Mated To An Omega)

TITLE: Misery

OCTAVIA'S POV

Tears kept flowing down my cheeks, as I stared into space, with my arms crossed on my chest. Why is my life always this miserable? Why can't I live like every other werewolves? Why can't I have my freedom? For the past eighteen years, I've always been locked inside my room, never seen what the sunlight looks or feel like, no friends, no other family, aside my parents, the only comfort I have, is the one I get from my mat, I'm so tired of this lifestyle.

"My child..."

"Mother I want to go out! I want to make friends, I want to live like every other person, I want to get out of here mother, you've been locking me inside this room ever since I was born, you and dad never let me out, not even to the doorstep, why are you keeping me in bondage? What wrong have I done that warrants all these ill treatment? If I was a curse to you two, if you are ashamed of me, then why did you give birth to me? If you were going to deprive me of my happiness, why didn't you kill me when you birthed me mother!" I yelled, as more tears came streaming down my cheeks. I know what I'm doing isn't right, I'm not supposed to yell at her, but you'll do same if you were in my shoes, right?

Mother broke down in tears, while father just looked away, with so much on his face, he was hiding something from me, I know it, but what could he be possibly hiding?

"It's not what you think Octavia, you're the best thing that ever happened to us, you're our only family, and the most precious one to us my dear, you're still a kid, but don't worry, one day, you'll know that everything we're doing, is for your own good, please just bear with us, at least for now." She pleaded in tears.

"I am not a kid mother, I am eighteen for heaven sake, and I deserve to know what's happening to my life. Why am I living differently? How sure am I that anyone even know about my existence." I cried bitterly. My heart throbbed in pains. My life is a mess, and I keep asking myself, for how long will I continue to live like this? For how long will I continue to be a shadow of my parents, which is always locked inside? For how long will I continue to wallow in my own pains? Every night, I let my pillow take the burden of my heart, I just can't stop myself from crying, thinking about my miserable life, if tears is the only thing that can deliver to the outside world, the pains I'm suffering inside of me, then I'll do it every minutes of my life.

"Mother, father, do you know how it feels to be locked inside the room for years, like you're some plague, who is to be kept away from people, in order not to get them affected with a contagious disease? I'm sure you never went through the pains you both are causing me now.

Just tell me please, for how long will I continue to live like this, huh? For how long will I continue to live under your shadow? How long will I continue to wallow in my own pains? How long will I be locked in here? Twenty years to this? Forty? Or forever? Why don't you just get rid of me already!" I yelled, and banged my hand on the wall, as more tears rolled down my cheeks.