20/04/2020
https://www.facebook.com/109381913922324/posts/146481176879064/Cry! Now cry!" He screamed, greeting me with the whip.
I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and yanked me up.
I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache.
"Now go get washed and get some rest, I don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet.
My only response was to hit his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. "Little eyesore!" He said, back handing me.
"Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some be.....er.
I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them.
I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom.
I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me.
I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours.
I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself.
I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also.
Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my underwear to bed because it's bad for my health. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this.
I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks.
I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white.
The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the nuts.
Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead.
Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so no one can't tell I have a band aid on.
Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep.
****
BEEP BEEP BEEP B-
I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, underwear, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curve of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin.
They might as well not wear anything at all.
Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to another terrible place - I mean school.
When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around.
I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crowded again and put my combination in, opening it, I shoved my stuff inside and grabbed what I needed for class.
I shut my locker and walked to math class. I'm kind of glad new kids came today, usually I would've been terrorized by now but nope. Thanks new kids.
Suddenly I heard lots of footsteps and laughter from the other students. I turned and saw the whole hallway was now crowded and there were three unrecognizable faces.
The new kids.
I stared at the shortest new kid and felt my knees go weak from how attractive he looks. I then looked at the second tallest and my mouth wanted to fall to the ground. Last but not least I looked at the tallest one and he was straight up hot. I leaned against the lockers, preventing myself from falling down.
I can't like anyone. My dad would give me twice the beatings and I can't handle it, it hurts too much. I pulled my hoodie down over my face even more so you can't tell what I'm doing.
"Look at that, blueberry just turned into a cherry!" A nagging voice I know all to well shouted, making everyone look at me. And I mean everyone. The extremely hot alien-like guy looked over and we locked gazes for a brief second before I immediately looked away.
"Why is she called blueberry?" The shortest new kid asked.
Amanda grinned then she stalked toward me which made me drop my things and block my face from being hit.
"Why so scared ? Why do you think everyone's out for a fight with you?" Amanda hissed, reaching past my arms that are blocking my face and pulling my hoodie down.
All new kids gasped then the shortest one laughed along with the second tallest, the tallest one stayed silent with his burning gaze locked on me.
"Is that her natural hair color?" The shortest one asked in between laughs.
"Yeah, look at her roots!" She laughed which made everyone laugh along.
I felt my cheeks heat up even more, I quickly pulled my hoodie back over my head before one of the newbies saw my face.
I silently picked up the things I dropped and ran to my math class faster than you could blink, I guess you could say I hate being bullied.
But who doesn't?
I walked over to my seat and sat down, I sit in the very back where the bad kids are supposed to sit. Like I literally have my very own desk that's separated from the other desks.
It's like that in every classroom though. As I said before, nobody likes me and when I say nobody I mean nobody. The teachers don't even like me for God's sake, the only reason I think they don't like me is because I can't talk so I can't answer questions.
I'm not sure though, it was just a wild guess.
Wild...
A smile appeared on my face as I thought of it. I love that word, it gives me energy and hope, hope that one day I will find true love who will take me away from my abusive dad, someone who'll love me for who I am, not what I look like.
But that won't happen...
My smile slowly faded as I thought of the reasons why.
None of the guys here like a girl for their personality, they go for the looks. They want something untouched and new, not something used and broken... besides none of the boys like me, I mean who would like an ugly sea monster?
The truth is I've never had a guy talk to me in my life other than my dad.
"ALEXIS!"
I jumped a little and looked at my teacher then nodded, letting her know I'm listening. "Show Sam around the school, now!"
I pointed my finger down and mouthed 'now?' she nodded then crossed her arms, tapping her foot impatiently.
I got up and everyone watched me as I made my way up to the front of the classroom where the shortest new kid, Sam, and my teacher was.
I felt Sams gaze on me as we were walking out the door. When we got into the hallway he started talking.
"Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to laugh." He apologized, waiting for my response but I didn't reply.
"Oh, I see you don't wanna talk to me now..." He said, sounding guilty. "Anyways can I see your face? I am asking because my friend said he likes you."
I stopped walking and kept my head down, not daring to look up and show him my face. He also stopped walking and turned to me.
"Is that a yes?"
I shook my head frantically, keeping my head down. He walked towards me and tried to change my mind. "Oh come on, you will not be that bad looking."
He reached his hand out toward my hood and I jumped away, falling to the ground while shaking with fear.
"Alexis? Oh my god, Alexis I'm sorry I didn't mean it!"
I felt like sobbing, screaming even, but I knew nothing was gonna come out. I waited until I calmed down a little before I stood up and dusted myself off.
"I'm sorry Alexis." Was the last thing I heard before my hood was pulled off my head, revealing my face.
I stared at him, frozen with fear. He's gonna hit me, laugh at me, mock me. I was so scared I couldn't put my hood back up.
"Alexis... why do you have a bandaid on your forehead?" Sam asked, scanning my face.
I finally unfroze and put my hand on my forehead, backing away from him. His eyes became foggy for a moment before they cleared up which confused me.
What happened?
Seconds later I heard faint talking and I instantly took my hood then pulled it over my face again but this time I held it down.
"No Alexis please don't cover your face, I need my friend to see it."
At that moment I felt something snap inside me, I felt my stomach grow nauseous as I had the urge to start sobbing my heart out.
I backed away from him, terrified of what he's gonna do to me for crying like a baby.
"Sorry! Alexis I didn't mean it like that. You're a very pretty girl I don't understand why you'd hide behind that hoodie."
I shook my head at him but this time he grabbed my wrist so I wouldn't run.
I clenched my eyes shut, waiting for him to hit me but nothing happened.
"Sam what are you doing? Let her go!" Another male shouted.
I opened my bloodshot eyes, seeing the second tallest guy glaring at Sam.
"But Kyle there's something wrong with her."
I felt my eyes get even more teary. Sam and Kyle are gonna hit me... there isn't anything wrong with me, it's all them. I'm not crazy or weird, they are.
I yanked my hands out of Sam's grip and smashed into the lockers behind me, causing a loud noise to echo through the halls.
"Look what you've done!"
"Please Kyle, listen to me. She isn't what Hunter's into, she's literally broken! She can't speak, she wears LOTS of foundation, she has blue hair for crying out loud, and she flinches every time I go near her! Dammit Kyle, why don't you see she isn't good enough! Hunter needs better! We need better!" Sam yelled, frustrated.
At this point I had tears flowing out of my eyes, I looked up at them, my hood sliding off my face.
Kyle and Sam both realized I was still here and they looked at me, Sam looked like he was caught doing something horrible while Kyle looked at me with pity and shock.
"Alexis, we didn't-" Kyle started.
I flipped them off as I wiped my tears and stood up, giving them both one final glare, I left the two bewildered as I went back to finish my math class.
****
Finally lunch came around and I got my tray of food, walking over to my usual spot, I sat down. My usual spot is directly next to the trash can...
I took a sip of my milk but then someone threw a piece of chicken at me, knocking my arm which caused my chocolate milk to spill all over me. Everyone laughed but the new kids, they all just stared at me.
Sam stared at me with guilt, pity, and regret.
Kyle stared at me with pity and sorrow.
Then the unknown guy stared at me with something I couldn't quite decipher.
"Check it out guys, blueberry has a crush on one of the new kids!" Amanda shouted, causing everyone to laugh but the newbies.
I looked down at my tray of food, feeling more embarrassed than hungry. I got up and threw the food away, heading towards the exit. Now the three new kids think a sea monster likes them... just dandy!
"To lose a few pounds is what you need anyway! Get out of here!" Amanda yelled, earning more people to laugh.
I ignored the laughter and kept walking, going to the woman's restroom, I took my hood down.
I peeled my bandaid off and grimaced, the wound is a big scab now. I quickly grabbed another bandaid and placed it on the scab.
I then put some more foundation on, after rubbing it in I put it away and pulled my hoodie back over my face. I left the bathroom, noticing that the lunch bell rang.
This is gonna be a long day.
After I finished my History and Art classes it was time to go home, most people were bouncing off the walls with joy. As for me, I wasn't too thrilled about it. I don't wanna go home to my monstrous dad but the thing is that I definitely don't wanna stay at this monstrous place.
I can never win, can I?
While I walked to my locker it was all the same, everyone looked at me and whispered. They all cleared the way for me, knowing that if they don't move I'll push them and they say 'if you push us then we'll get your touch and die.'
I guess that's one good thing about being me.
When I reached my locker I did the same old thing, putting in my locker combination and opening it. I shoved my stuff inside and slammed it shut, loving how I don't get homework because of my quiet ways.
"Alexis, can I talk to you for a moment? Alone?" A newly found voice said from beside me.
I looked up at him through under my hoodie and analyzed him. He's tall, muscular, hot, and he really wants to talk to me. This has to be a joke, there's no way this dude right here wants to talk to me. He probably wants to hurt me, not talk.
There's only one way to find out.
I nodded. He smiled a little bit and went to grab my hand but I flinched, he retracted his hand and muttered a quick 'sorry' before signaling for me to follow him as we went to a private place to "talk" as he likes to put it.
Once nobody was around he stopped walking and turned to me, a look of seriousness planted all over his face.
"Why won't you talk? Do you really have no voice or can you talk? I don't believe what Amanda says about you unless she's right about your voice box being broken and if it was broken then I'd have to..." he trailed off, looking away from me.
Whatever he's thinking I don't like it, something deep deep down inside me doesn't like what he would do and I don't even know what it is.
I tried to say something but nothing came out. This time when I couldn't say anything I became frustrated, I can't live like this anymore!
"My names Hunter by the way." He said, changing the subject.
I shook my head. He's not getting the point, he doesn't understand how hard it is for me to live this.
I put my hand up, stopping him from saying anything else. I then put up the number one, he stared at my finger like it just offended him.
"Why are you-" He was silenced by me grabbing the top of my hood and yanking it back.
He stared at me, shocked. I closed my eyes, waiting for the mean jokes and snotty remarks to be said but instead I felt someone's hands grab my hand.
My eyes shot open, fear consuming every inch of my body. I felt my breathing quicken as I stared at his hands that are encircled around my hand.
"Alexis-" He started but the fear in my eyes stopped him. His eyes followed my gaze and stopped at our hands.
"Oh god I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was holding your hand, please don't hate me..." He rushed out, letting my hand go.
I opened my mouth to try and say something to make him feel better but yet again, nothing came out.
I slowly closed my mouth and frowned. He watched me get flustered by my broken voice box and he looked pained, as if he wanted to help me.
If he only knew half of it...
My gaze then looked up at the clock and I felt my face pale.
I'm late.
I looked at Hunter and shook my head, mouthing the words 'I need to go' as I began to turn and run out of the school.
I ran as fast as I could. I ran through the town and down the street of Gifford, the street I live on. I ran until I reached the last house on the street, I went up on the porch and feared what he will do.
I've never been late before.
I opened the door and was instantly hit upside the head with a glass bottle, the glass shattering everywhere. I fell to the ground, holding my bleeding head.
"WHY ARE YOU LATE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE 20 MINUTES AGO TO CLEAN THE KITCHEN AND COOK DINNER!" He screamed, dragging me towards the basement.
No no no no! I struggled against him, not wanting to face another day in the basement. I grabbed my own hair and pulled against him, he ignored my struggles and lifted me to my feet roughly.
He went to say something but he stayed silent and sniffed me.
What?
He growled an inhuman growl, "Why do I smell another male? I knew you were always messing around with all the guys!"
I shook my head, he's got the wrong idea. I don't talk to anyone, he should know this. How would I hang out with a guy when I can't even make a noise, that's a major turn off.
"You wanna know what I do to this kind of girls?" He asked, glaring at me.
Before I had time to shake my head I was thrown down the concrete stairs of the basement.
After what felt like years I finally landed on the cement floor, my whole body aching. I weakly looked up the stairs to see my dad walking down them, towards me. I rolled on my stomach and tried to get up.
Just as I got onto my hands and knees I felt him start kicking me in the side, causing me to fall back down and have blood drip from my mouth. Each time he kicked me I felt my throat burn as blood came out of my mouth.
He was about to kick me again but I held my arms out, trying a weak attempt to block him. I heard him scoff, he then moved from his spot and grabbed the hood of my sweatshirt.
My eyes widened as he yanked me up into a sitting position and punched me in the eye, hard. I felt my eye get hot as it started to swell. He grabbed my band aid and ripped it off my forehead, the scab coming off from the force.
More blood oozed out of it, the blood going over my swollen shut eye. I mouthed 'stop' but he didn't listen, instead he took out a pocket knife and shoved me to the ground. I looked at the knife then at my dad, he smiled evilly.
"Sweet dreams honey."
After that everything went dark.
****
Hours later I woke up, feeling my whole body ache with excruciating pain. What did he do to me in my sleep? I opened my eyes, well eye, and shot up into a sitting position which was a horrid idea because my body wasn't to satisfied with the sudden movement.
I stayed still until the pain became more tolerable, looking at my arms I have seen nothing but the failure of my su***de.
I rolled the sleeves back over my arms and then I rolled up my pant legs, looking at my calves and thighs. Nothing. I then rolled my shirt and sweatshirt up, looking at my stomach.
My hands dropped the shirt and sweatshirt as I buried my face into them, crying silently. I can't believe he'd forever scar me with such hideous words, now nobody will love me.
I heard the basement door open and footsteps make their way down here but I didn't care, he can't do anything more horrific than what he put on me.
"Good morning, or should I say goodnight?" He chuckled at his lame joke.
I didn't answer, I just hugged myself, wanting him to die. That's all I'm asking for, is that too much to ask for or something?
"Come with me Alexis, I need to take you outside as soon as possible."
That's the first time he's ever used my actual name. He usually calls me sweetie, honey, or sweetheart.
I grabbed the pole and lifted myself up, turning to him. He watched my every move, making sure I don't try any slick moves. I shakily walked over to him, ignoring the pain my body has.
He grabbed my forearm, squeezing it tightly, and we both went up the stairs and to the backyard. He let my hand go and I tumbled over, not having good balance.
"Now we wait."
Wait for what? Are we waiting for some jaguar or bear to come out and eat me? He is a complete nut! I need to-
My train of thought was interrupted when I felt a jolt of pain shoot through my spine. I fell to the ground, wishing to be put out of my misery. Next I felt my arms and legs throb as did my head.
I wanted to holler for help but I couldn't, I had to go through intense pain without someone to ease it. Seconds later, the pain stopped. It was as if it never happened.
"Unbelievable! That's disgusting and disgraceful!" My dad yelled, taking out a shock collar.
I looked at him and my vision was way better than before, I felt shorter but more powerful. I watched as he came toward me with the collar so I stood up and ran, my speed 10 times faster than before.
I zipped by trees, ignoring my fathers shouts for me to come back. I won't ever go back if I have more speed, strength, and vision. I stopped by a stream, feeling thirsty. I walked over to the water and looked down at it, jumping back at the reflection.
There was a wolf in the reflection.
I turned around but I spotted nothing, that's when I realized I was the wolf in the reflection, I was that gorgeous wolf.
I wasn't a regular wolf though, I was something special. I didn't have regular fur like other wolves, I didn't have brown, grey, black, or tan. No no no, I had something much more rare. My color was the rarest color there was, I honestly was the first wolf I've seen with this color.
I was a midnight blue wolf with piercing white eyes.
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