His Abused Mate

Chapter Four

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 nasty 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 as s**t, 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 honestly 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 SO YOU COULD CLEAN THE KITCHEN AND COOK DINNER!" He screamed, grabbing me by the hair and 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 the hell?

He growled an inhuman growl, "Why do I smell another male? I knew you were a w***e, 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 seduce a guy when I can't even make a noise, that's a major turn off.

"You wanna know what I do to little whores?" He asked, glaring at me.

Before I had time to shake my head I was thrown down the concrete stairs of the basement.