I stomped out of the cafeteria. I couldn’t keep cool anymore. Nothing, not even my mate could calm me down.
All I wanted to do was find the bastard that hurt my mate and rip his head off.
Or maybe make him suffer.
My wolf was clawing its way out and I just made it to the woods in time.
I shifted into my jet black wolf. Not caring that my clothes were shredded.
I ran and ran until my wolf was satisfied and I was exhausted.
I dropped to the ground and rested my head on my front paws.
What could I do? Someone hurt my mate and I didn’t help her, didn’t save her. What happens if I’m not there next time and she ends up dead?
I couldn’t stand the thought of someone hurting my mate. It wasn’t fair to her. She had a mate for a reason. It was my job to protect her and I didn’t.
“If you want to protect her, go to her!” My wolf sneered at me.
He had a point. I couldn’t protect her if I wasn’t with her.
But I didn’t trust myself enough. Every time I remember those bruises covering her beautiful face I get enraged. I might shift right in front of her. Then I definitely wouldn’t have a chance with her.
“But she’s our mate.” My wolf wined.
I pushed him aside. I didn’t want to think about her right now or I may never shift back.
Every time I even think about her a wave of anger hits me.
When I stomped into the pack house Becca ran up to me and asked why I rushed out of the cafeteria. I just made up something about Alpha stuff.
She was satisfied with my answer and skipped away. I got off lucky this time.
Beep Beep Beep
My phone started going off, and I checked the caller ID but it was blocked. So I pressed the talk button and raised it to my ear
“Hey Asher it’s Maddie from school.”
Who the hell is Maddie? I don’t remember talking to her.
“Do I know you?”
“No, I’m pretty new. But if you’d like to get to know me like I want to know you, we should go out sometime.”
“Sorry I can’t.”
“Because I don’t want to.” And I have a mate I silently added.
“I saw you with Liza Johnson.” She suddenly blurted.
“She’s a nobody. Don’t waist your time on her.”
“I will spend my time with whoever I want.” I growled through clenched teeth.
Who does she think she is? And how did she get my number?
“Fine whatever. But I’m telling you right now you’re wasting your time.”
I couldn’t talk to her anymore. I just hung up and ran outside, shifting back into my wolf. I have a feeling I’ll be doing a lot more of that from now on.
When I got home after my long walk from school all I wanted to do was flop down on my old mattress and sleep.
But no. I don’t get a break.
Because life hates me.
I made supper, cleaned, then slowly made my way down to my bedroom.
I went straight into my little bathroom and looked in the mirror.
I saw a blonde girl with dark bruises covering her once beautiful face.
I saw long blonde hair that was dull and lifeless, but once was shiny and pretty.
And finally I saw grey eyes that looked empty, lost, and scared, but were once sparkling with happiness and life.
I wanted my old life back. When I had my mom cuddling me and my dad watching with love and affection.
I missed them every day. I still can’t believe they’re dead.
Sometimes I think I’m sleeping and this is all a nightmare.
But it doesn’t matter how many times I pinch myself. I don’t wake up.
I was so deep in thought I didn’t hear Jason stumble down the stairs. Suddenly I was against a wall with a big hand around my neck.
“You little slut. What have I told you about flirting with Maddie’s boyfriends?” He half yelled, half slurred.
I knew it was a question he didn’t want an answer for so I stayed quiet.
I noticed that he was holding something in the hand that wasn’t around my neck. And as I focused more I saw that is was a golf club.
Next thing I knew I was being thrown to the cold cement floor and being beaten with the golf club.
I screamed in pain, but that seemed to only make him hit me harder.
Tomorrow I definitely wasn’t going to school.
I heard another crack and I felt a sharp pain in my side. Another broken rib.
What did I do to deserve this? No one, not even Jason deserved this. Why was I so alone? What was it about me that made everyone hate me so much?
My questions got cut short when he hit me hard on the head and I fell into a pit of darkness.
When I woke up I was sill on the floor and my whole body ached whenever I breathed or moved. I couldn’t take much more of this.
One day Jason was going to beat me so bad that I died. And if he didn’t soon I decided I would take my life.
I know its the cowardly way out but I couldn’t take much more of this.
I just wanted to be with my parents, and if killing myself is what it takes, then that’s what I’ll do.
I looked at my alarm clock and it read 1:30 p.m. Wait! 1:30? That’s the longest I’ve ever been unconscious for.
Since Madison was at school and Jason was at work I had the house to myself. I could go upstairs and actually eat something.
But first I took a shower. And even though I tried to avoid the mirror before I got in the shower I caught a glimpse of myself and stopped dead in my tracks.
This is the worst I’ve ever looked. My ribs were all out of place and I had black bruises my torso.
And even though it wasn’t new to me, I was still surprised at how skinny I was. It was gross. My stomach was so flat it looked like it was about to cave in.
By the time I got out of the shower and ate something there was only an hour before school was over.
I wonder what I missed. Did Asher wonder where I was? Was he concerned?
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Who the hell is here?
There was only one way to find out.
I slowly crept up to the door and opened it and Asher burst in. Wait. Asher's here? Was I hallucinating?
I just stood there in shock. While he looked back at me and shook.
“Liza, why are your bruises worse?” He growled through clenched teeth.
“Um.. I... It..” I couldn’t finish my sentence. I had nothing to say, no lie to back me up.
“Don’t lie to me.” He growled. Now his eyes were black and he was shaking violently.
I took a couple steps back. He scared me. And he must have noticed because he closed his eyes and took some deep breaths.
When he finally opened them they were back to normal and gone was his dangerous look and in place of it was a soft concerned expression.
“Who hurt you?” He softly asked. His eyes pleading for me to tell him, trust him.
Those three words were the ones I’ve been waiting for, for years.
My lip trembled and for the first time in so long, tears started to slip down my cheeks.
Asher saw this and wrapped his arms around me. I felt a bit better when I was in his strong warm arms. And when he touched me I felt safe.
“Can you come somewhere with me?” He suddenly asked.
Without hesitation I nodded. I don’t know why I trust him so much but it feels right to.
He took my hand and led me outside and to his car.
When I was buckled in he walked to the drivers side, hopped in, and started the car.
For most of the ride we didn’t speak but it was a comfortable silence.
I really like being with him. But I had to break the silence because one question was killing me.
“How do you know where I live?”
He chuckled and shrugged.
I guess some things are better left to the imagination. But once I asked that question I wanted to ask more.
“Where are we going?”
“To my house.”
“So we can talk.”
He wanted me to tell him who hurt me.
What if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore because I have so much baggage?
But I had no choice but to tell him. It was my only option. I had to trust someone, and if I ever wanted to be safe I had to tell someone.
About twenty minuets later we were parked in front of a huge house.
Scratch that, a mansion.
My mouth hung slightly opened and I stared wide eyed.
“You live here?” I asked when I regained the ability to talk.
He just chuckled and nodded.
The inside of his house was just as beautiful as the outside. It was modern and fashionable, not to feminine nor masculine.
It was perfect and for a moment I let myself fantasize about living here with Asher. But I was snapped out of it when he asked me if I wanted anything to eat or drink. I just shook my head. I wanted to tell him and get it off my chest.
He took my hand and led me to a large living room with two huge couches and three love seats, completed with a flat screen t.v and all that electronic junk guys like.
He sat down on one of the couches and gently pulled me down next to him.
How could I tell him that Jason abused me? Maybe I’ll just come out and say it. Yes. That’s what I’ll do.
Before he could say anything I started “Jason, the man that adopted me, beats me.”