Chapter seventy seven

Chapter one of Alpha Asher and the hunter's daughter

Anna POV~

I am doomed!!!

I had woken up very early so that I could finish my chores before my dad woke up.

Only for me to walk into the kitchen check the fridge and see that all the beer drinks have finished. I am seriously doomed.

My dad needed to drink his beer every morning just like how normal human beings need to take a glass of water every morning. Now that no beer is available, he is going to take out his morning frustration on me. My heart begins to beat very fast as I already know that today will be another day of getting an early morning beating.

Dad wasn’t always like this. In fact, once upon a time, to me, he is the best dad in the whole world. But everything changed after Mom died. Dad couldn’t handle it and got into heavy drinking. He started to emotionally abuse me a year after it turned verbal. Dad always blames me for mom’s death and I also blame myself because if I wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, mom would have also survived the accident. I remember the day it happened. The memory is still very fresh in my memory.

~ six years ago~

12 year old Anna

“Mummy, why do we have to leave? Why can’t we stay here?”. I cried to my mother.

“O dear, You know we have no choice. Your father’s nature of job determines travelling a lot.” Mom explained to me but I didn't have it. I have already settled down here and made some friends. Heck, the boy I like just asked me to go on a date with him next week. And now I have to throw that away and go and start afresh all over again.


“But I don’t want Mom, I am tired of travelling all the time.!” I murmured.

“I know darling and so I am. Luckily enough for us, this is the last time we are moving!”. Mom cheered.

“You promise?”.

“I promise dear!”. Mom said. I wipe away the tears that were forming in my eyes and continue to pack.

Just then, Dad entered the house and informed us that it was time to go. We loaded our stuff into the bonnet of the car and started our journey. Dad sat in the driver seat with Mom at his side while I had the backseat all to myself.
I normally hate wearing my seat belts so I refuse to put it on.
Around evening time, it started raining. And there is no motel or gas station nearby so we continue to drive for the meantime. The road is becoming slippery due to the rain water and Dad is finding it hard to drive straight.

“Anna, put on your seatbelt!”. Mom commanded. I rolled my eyes but still tried to put it on. But the belt won’t hook. So I complained to Mom. She removed her own seatbelt and turned to help me with mine. Just as she turned to sit down, a truck appeared from no way in front. Dad tried to do it by swinging the car off the road. Seen mom wasn’t wearing a seatbelt, her body flew out of the car. The last time I remembered was shouting her name as the car hit a big tree and I fell unconscious.
When I woke up in the hospital, they told me and Dad that Mom didn’t make it alive. I wish I was the one who died instead of her since they could always make another me. That day, I lost not only my mom but my dad also.
Dad could not handle his grief which caused him to lose his job. All he does is drink and go hunting with the other hunters.

~Back to the presence~

I wiped away the tears that were already dropping from my eyes. This is the reason why I never blame Dad for what he does for me. And even though I have turned eighteen already and I can legally choose to leave him, I choose to stay because that is the least I can do for him after causing the death of the love of his life.

I quickly rushed and started to make breakfast. I want to see if I can leave the house before he wakes up and save myself from some beating. I quickly made some pancakes since it is one of the easiest foods to make for breakfast.

After that, I did some dusting before I rushed upstairs to take a shower. After I had my shower, I quickly put on my regular black hoodie. I raised the hood up and covered my face with it just like I do all the time. The hoodie actually belongs to my mom and I have been using it since she died. I used to wear it every day. Some people at school call me a freak for doing that but I don’t care.
I wore only my blue Jeans and black sneakers. I took my bag and quickly rushed out of the house as if I was being pursued by a monster. I did not stop running until I was ten minutes walk away from our house.

I did it! I let out a deep breath. I save myself from some beating.

I arrived at the bus stop just in time for the school bus to arrive.

“Good morning Mr Joe!”. I greeted the bus driver as soon as I entered,

“Morning Anna. How was your night?” He asked me.


“It was fine Mr Joe. How is your wife and little Joe doing?” I asked. Mr Joe and I usually exchange pleasantries every morning when he comes to pick us up. He informed me last week that his wife gave birth to a baby boy. I am one of the few students who greet Mr Joe when we enter the bus. The rest don’t even bother to look at him at all.

“Bye Mr Job!.” I waved at him as I alighted from the car. I made my way straight to my Locker. I had this strange feeling that someone was looking at me but I brushed it away. Who will make time to look at a freak like me?