Chapter 3


    2 weekster.


    Tap, Tap, Tap. I look up and see a man tapping on my car window, his shlight shining in the window


    of my car before he moves it around, looking in the back of it. I put my hand up when the torch shes


    across my face blindingly. He quickly moves it to the side.


    “Ma’am, you can’t stay here,” the middle-aged man tells me; he has to be council security because of


    his uniform. My son Vrian stirs, the bright light waking him, and he lets out an irritated cry. The man


    moves his torch away entirely, shining it at the ground, and Vrian stops.


    “Look, I have noticed your car here for nearly two weeks; this is a train station,” he sighs as I pick up


    my son out of his fruit box bed and roll down the window a bit so he doesn’t keep yelling, thinking I


    can’t hear him.


    “You really have no ce to go, no family?” He asks.


    “No, the council kicked me out of the park” he runs a hand down his face before ncing around the


    parking lot.


    “The baby’s father?” I shook my head, knowing that wasn’t an option. He didn’t even believe me,


    refused to see me even when I begged him to let me on his territory so I could show him the scan,


    every other time, he hung up the moment he heard my voice, after a while, I gave up.


    “You know there are people out that would take him, then you could probably go home.”


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    “I am not abandoning my baby like my parents did me,” I tell him, outraged he would even suggest it.


    “This is no life for a child. You’re young if you give him up. You could still have a normal life. Something


    to think about. I will give you another week to find somewhere else. After that, you need to move on,”


    he says, and I nod before winding the window up.


    I watch him leave before settling my son and putting him back to bed in the fruit box beside me. I have


    always been paranoid of rolling on him while asleep, tugging the nket up over both of us before


    trying to getfortable. A single tear runs down my cheek as I think of his words. “This was no life for


    a child” Was I being selfish? Yet, the thought of giving him up broke my heart. He was mine. I loved him


    and would give my life for my little man, wasn’t that enough?


    Waking up the following day, I groan; it is pouring with rain. I rummage through the back for my


    umbre before slipping my shoes on. Making sure my son is bundled nice and warm, I grab my bucket


    in one hand and pop the umbre up as I open the hatchback. It was still early.


    I then pick up my son and make a run for it to the train station bathrooms. Needing to be extra careful


    not to slip on the wet ground. Once I get into the disabled toilet, I jam the bucket in the sink, filling it


    with warm water before shimming my pants down to pee. One thing I hated about being homeless was


    holding my son while going to the bathroom. I couldn’t ce him down anywhere, making it hard to use


    the toilet while making sure not to drop him. When I finish, I slide my pants up with one hand, which is


    tricky while holding my son. I then wash my hand before turning the tap off.


    Now the tricky part. Holding an umbre, a baby, and a bucket of water. Somehow I manage it and


    make it back to the car before cing the bucket down and quickly opening the hatchback to my


    wagon. I set my son in his bed before hauling my tiny bucket in. I then changed his bum and used soap


    tother my washcloth, and gave him a wash down before dressing him, so he was all nice and fresh


    for the day.


    Using the remaining water, I also give myself a wash. Longing for a shower, gosh, I miss showering,


    something I definitely took for granted. I would use the rest stop ones, but I had no fuel to get there and


    wouldn’t risk spending my limited funds.


    When mum and dad kicked me out, I had a small amount of savings. I also worked at the Chinese


    Restaurant on the main drag to keep saving, but now, since he was born and my milk dried up before I


    left the hospital. I was forced to stock up on form, bottled water, and nappies. The savings didn’tst


    long with buying baby clothes and non-perishable food. My car looked like a mini supermarket, and I


    started to get low on the form again. Rummaging through my wallet, I find myst $100. I needed to


    think of something fast. This wouldn’tst us much longer.


    Sighing, I lean back on my door, watching the rain. The Restaurant wouldn’t take me back; I tried that.


    My parents weren’t an option, and his father wouldn’t even let me on pack territory when I requested to


    see him.


    I still remember when I got his number to ring him; what a mission that was. Heughed and said there


    was no way he would sleep with a seventeen-year-old. Well, he did, and now I have his son. To be fair,


    I was not supposed to be in that part of the club at the Hotel. We wanted to meet the older Alpha’s, not


    the young ones that hadn’t even reached puberty, so with a fake ID, my sister and I snuck in while the


    meeting was going ahead in the conference hall. Alpha Valen was just as drunk as I was, so it was no


    wonder he couldn’t remember me. I felt this pull to him for some reason, and he must have felt it too. I


    couldn’t have imagined it.


    Shaking the vague memory away. I grab a gran bar out and eat it. My belly is rumbling. What I


    would do for a home-cooked meal. I loved mum’s cooking. She was the best cook. A tear slips down


    my cheek, and I check my phone, yet I know I will find no missed calls. My father disconnected it on


    me, but I liked to look at the photos of when I was still part of the family. I missed my little sister and


    wished I could see her, even just once more.


    I spend most of the day figuring out what I can do about money. The security guard’s words ate at me.


    “This is no life for a child” I was failing. I needed help and didn’t know who to ask. When it starts to get


    dark, the Five o’clock train pulls in. I tried to light my candle, so I had light, but my lighter had finally run


    out of gas. Popping the trunk, I try to find someone approachable to ask to borrow one. I grab my


    umbre, hoping I find someone who might be smoking.


    “Excuse me, do you have a-” the man in his suit walks past, looking down at me. I try over and over


    again but am ignored by everyone that passes. Feeling disheartened, I was about to hop back in the


    car when I saw a younger man in his work suit.


    I had seen him a few times. He caught the early train and was always home on the five o’clock train.


    He was always dressed nice in suits and had blonde hair and green eyes, a muscr build, and a good


    foot taller than me.


    He stares at me warily as I approach, and I stop when I feel his aura. He looks familiar for some reason


    before I finally ce him and realize he is one of the Beta’s from the meeting at the Alpha Meet up. He


    had beta blood, and I knew he was Beta to Alpha Valen, yet I pretended I didn’t recognize him, he


    definitely didn’t remember me, and I knew he couldn’t feel my aura. I had been rogue for so long now


    my aura was almost nonexistent; it doesn’t help that I still hadn’t shifted. I wanted to, needed to, but


    what do I do with my son?


    “Can I borrow a lighter if you have one” I blurt out quickly before he waves me away, everyone usually


    assuming I am asking for money? He stops staring at me for a second.


    “Fine,” he says, rustling inside his pocket before handing me a green lighter. I ran back to the car and lit


    my candle that sat on a te in my vehicle. Only when I turn around, I find him behind me, having


    followed me the few meters back to my car.


    I jump, not expecting him to be so close. “Thank you,” I tell him, passing it back; he nods then goes to


    leave, walking around the side of my car when my son cries out.


    “Shh, shh, I’ming,” I whisper, pulling the hatchback down when something stops it. I turn to see


    what it caught on, only for it to be pulled open by the Beta I borrowed the lighter from.


    “Is that a baby you have in there?” He asks, and my heart thunders in my chest nervously. Would he


    call child services on me?