Yorick:
Flashback:
"When is Rocco coming over?" I asked my mother, watching her enter the room while holding a tray full of snacks.
Earlier that day, she had asked to stay in my room and play video gas because she said she and Daddy had to do sothing important, and my screaming around the mansion bothered them.
So I obeyed and stayed in my room. I was kind of a goody two-shoes.
Everyone said I would grow up to be a perfect alpha, that I would be the best one, that I would know how to treat a woman, and I always tried my best to live up to that.
I was only a kid for now, but whenever soone needed help in the classroom, I was there.
"What do you an, when is Rocco coming over?" my mother asked, smiling as she placed the tray on the bed. "I didn’t know he was supposed to co over."
I was still holding the controllers, but I paused the ga and looked at her.
"No, Rocco was coming over. He must already be in the mansion," I replied. "Do you think he got lost again?"
I reminded her how he sotis got lost in our mansion because it was too big and had too many rooms. Even last ti, he took the wrong turn. Instead of going right, he went left and ended up near my parents’ office rooms, which lined the hallway.
I did not know why, but my mother’s expression changed as she listened.
"He was coming over?" she asked, and I noticed her swallow.
"Yeah. He said he would," I mumbled, gently sliding off the bed. "I’ll go look for him."
As soon as I said that, my mother grabbed my arm. She held it so tightly that even I was surprised by the pressure.
"Why don’t you wait here?" she told . "I’ll go look for him, okay?" She gave that smile again.
I had told her before that I did not like it when she smiled like that.
"Mommy, you’re smiling like that again," I complained, and she forced her face into a neutral expression.
"Just wait here, okay?" she warned through her look before letting go of my arm.
Then she straightened her back and hurried out of the room.
I did not think she was very happy about Rocco coming over. I decided I should look for him myself.
I grabbed my sweater, pulled it on, and stepped out of the room to search for my best friend, Rocco.
I left my room and started going downstairs. However, while I was still on the stairs, I heard loud noises coming from the right side of the second floor.
The sa place where nobody was allowed to go. The sa place where Rocco always ended up.
I do not know what happened in that mont, but my senses heightened, and I rushed down the hallway. The mont I reached it, I saw a horrifying sight.
My mother had grabbed Rocco by his arms. He was screaming and crying while she slapped him so hard he could barely stand. Still, he tried to break free from her grip.
"Mommy, let him go!" I scread, rushing toward them.
My mother turned to , and I noticed the glaze in her eyes.
That look scared . I stopped imdiately, shaking as she stared at and warned through her gaze not to co any closer.
Then my father stepped out, holding what looked like an important file and a stack of money.
"This is your friend, huh?" my father yelled.
Rocco could barely look at , but the helpless look in his eyes made rush forward anyway, even though my mother clearly did not want to.
"Mommy, let him go!" I yelled again, scratching at my mother’s hand as I tried to free Rocco.
"Why, huh?" my mother shouted. "So this thief can steal from us?"
As soon as she said those words, fear washed over .
I looked at Rocco, whose lips curled downward as he shook his head, silently telling it was a lie.
"Mommy, Rocco would never steal," I said, crying as I tried harder to free him.
She shook him so violently that whenever he opened his mouth, his tongue slipped between his teeth.
"I found this hidden in his shirt. He ca down this hallway, grabbed these things, and was running away," my father scread at a child.
Those accusations could ruin his life. Stealing from alphas ant severe punishnt, and I knew that.
But he was my friend, and I knew him. Even though Rocco was an oga, I knew he would never steal from my parents or from .
"This isn’t true. He would never do that," I told my father.
Then I did what I had to do. I bit my mother’s hand to free Rocco from her grip.
End Of Flashback
"I cannot believe they accused of this," I said softly.
My mother had co to the prison to see . She sat on the ground beside , holding my hand, but every few minutes I pulled my hand away from hers.
Each ti, I was reminded of the injustice they had done to other children.
"Rember Rocco?" I asked my mother.
She sighed, pulled her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them.
She turned her face away, as she always did. She turned away from the truth.
"You accused him wrongfully, Mother," I told her, gulping as I stared at her. "Do you have any idea how his parents must have felt?"
"It wasn’t a lie," she replied evenly.
"Stop fooling . I know what you and Dad were doing in your so-called offices," I hissed, steadying my breath as I closed my eyes and stretched my neck back.
"I just want to know the truth. I want to know why you accused him," I asked her, hoping that at least now she would be honest with .
My mother sighed, then finally looked at .
"He had seen your brother and us," she replied. That was all she said.
I closed my eyes as a tear rolled down my cheek.
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