The Moonlight Tears Of An Omega

COLBY'S POV

Today would forever remain a remarkable day of my life. A day to hold onto dearly as a balm to my broken soul.

If anyone ever told me that I would be here, sitting on father's bed, I would never have believed. I, Colby, finally stepped into my father's bedroom for the first time in my life.

The room was stunning. Of course, it was the pack leader’s room. What was I expecting? A substandard room? Hell no! But I never for once imagined that it would be this elegant.

The walls were painted with two different colors; a perfect blend of cream and brown which artistically gave life to the room. The fine golden curtains were tied in a big knot and hung above the opened windows which let in sunlight. Father's study table stood beside the wall, close to the tall, majestic wardrobe. It was shining like it was just polished some seconds ago with a fine wax, and laying on it were pile of neatly arranged books.

Everything in this room looked enchanted like it was created by the moon goddess herself. It felt like heaven, and it made me feel more alive than ever. It felt like I was breathing in a different kind of air, one that was somehow fresher and purer than the one I was used to. But staying here actually opened the fresh wounds in my heart. It was just like I was looking at my favorite treat, tantalizingly close but still out of reach. I had always wished that things would change, that father would walk into my room one day and apologize, that he would finally tell me the words that I have been longing to hear.

But they would forever remain the same. Hopeless fantasies and wishes that could never come true. Father would never deign to show me such kindness. But I’m sure he would love and cherish the unborn child in mother's womb.

“Colby can you hear that?” Mother's gentle voice jolted me. I was carried away by my emotions and had forgotten that she was here in the room with me. As a matter of fact, she was the one who let me in.

“Hear what mother? The chirping of birds outside?” I asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

“No. The sound of dropping water. Oh Fenris has done it again.” She tapped her forehead gently and closed her eyes.

“Oooh...” That was the only word my mouth managed to utter as she mentioned father's name.

“He did not turn off the faucet in the lavatory properly. He is usually doing this all the time.” She complained with a calm voice and I shook my buttocks uncomfortably on the fluffy bedsheet. When she kept on talking about father, I felt as if I was trapped in a tiny room, with the walls closing in around me. The air felt thick and heavy, and I struggled to breathe. It was as if I was suddenly inhaling hydrogen sulfide.

“Can you help me turn it off?”

“Yes mother.” I answered in the gentlest manner I could afford, trying so hard not to show my discomfort. Mother had always been so sweet to me and I wouldn't want her to feel that her efforts are not enough.

I stood up with a mild motion and walked barefooted on the tickling rug beneath my feet, heading towards the toilet and innocently shaking my arse as I ordered my footsteps carefully. I felt the intensity of her gaze burning my back as I walked, and I gulped down my saliva.

“Is she looking at me? Why is she looking at me now of all times? What is she thinking of right now?...” I could not stop the multitude of thoughts that swam in my head. Oh gracious moon goddess! I hate this feeling so much.

“Please stop looking at me.” I said internally. When people looked at me when I’m walking, i tend to become disorganized.

And just as I expected, my once-careful strides turned to a lopsided gait. It was if all the blood in my legs suddenly took a short vacation. Within seconds, my two legs collided with each other and I saw my tiny self on the floor.

Her voice came next. “Colby are you alright?” She voiced with concern.

“Yes mother.” I mumbled sheepishly even when I was sure that my small waist had definitely done a quick ninety degree rotation.