Chapter 5

The next day

Chilli POV

I was never really a morning person but that's all changed now. My beta in waiting training was hard enough without having to be up, dress and downstairs ready to start for half seven, eight o'clock, surprisingly father didn't mind the vague starting time, he was always finishing up some business on the phone anyway so I think secretly he was glad for a slight delay. But Pauline on the other hand did. If I was a minute late I would have more chores to do in the evening before bed, she'd say

"You slept in so going to bed later shouldn't be a problem with all that extra sleep you've had this morning".

What this meant was whilst I was training and following my father around all day, she would be finding me the most pathetic, silly, little chores to do to keep me from my bed.

So when I would really over sleep the next day, making my father wait, I would be in proper trouble, not that I could say why. That would be making excuses and a beta does not make excuses, it was weak to make excuses for ones actions.

This particular morning I made sure I was down stairs ready to walk out the door before half past.

Standing by the door in the only smart wear I had left that didn't need washing, with my gym wear in my bag for when we do combat training.

I flattened and straighten out my white semi fitted blouse, black trousers and long cotton cardigan. I run my fingers through my long blond, naturally layered, straightened hair, hoping the dry shampoo hadn't made it look like I'd gone grey at nearly nineteen. I looked down at my watch, it reads seven twenty two. Glancing briefly pass my old, battered, time piece I noticed a smudge on my well warn in court shoes. Quickly licking my finger and wiping it clean, straightening up and smoothing my hair back down, as father exits his office.

"Good your ready". He chucks the keys at me to drive.

I felt more like his secretary or driver some times but I didn't mind, it made me feel important and needed.

As soon as I turn seventeen father got me my provisional learners licence and put me on his insurance, then got me to drive everywhere with him. With in a few weeks I was put in for my test and passed. Ever since, when I'm 'shadowing' him which is most days now, I get the keys given to me like I'm his chauffeur. Again I didn't mind, to be honest I enjoy it, plus anything is better then being left at home with her. I drive and father sits in the back on the phone, texting and answering emails.

As I drive him towards the packhouse in town, I could feel him watching me. As I glance in the rear view mirror our eyes meet.

" How are you feeling?" He coughs " after shifting yesterday".

" Oh" slightly shocked to be asked "Ok I think" not sure how to answer the question.

"How's your energy, your mood?"

"Ok I think" shrugging off the question. I've learnt over the years to not voice my troubles or ailments, if I do they all make me feel like I'm being silly, self-centred and they have to turn it around so it's all about themselves. So my father asking how I feel, my first instinct is to underplay it.

What I should of said, would have said is I feel like I am finally almost complete. Like itt helped fill a hole which I never noticed was there. I feel warmer, content, lighter? Buts there's an itch to shift again and a feeling that the more I shift the more complete I will feel.