Chapter 4
1524 Words
Blake's P. O. V.
I couldn't sleep.
Pain covered every inch of my body as I tossed and turned in my bed.
My back mostly.
'What's happening? Why am I feeling like this?' I asked myself. It felt like it wasn't my pain but it was, wasn't it?
If it wasn't then who else's was it?
I could feel my wolf's restlessness but no matter how many times I called out to him, the message never got through.
Maybe it's the full moon, I thought suddenly. Maybe it's like werewolf puberty. Whenever there's a full moon werewolves have to shift.
It's the only day when our wolves take over and our humanity isn't in control. We sometimes don't even remember what happened in the morning.
I guess my wolf's anxious about this particular full moon.
What I couldn't understand was why this is the first time its happening in six years.
Maia's P. O. V.
I woke up sore on the ground.
Surrounded by blood.
I lost count of the times I went unconscious and came back.
My father whipped me and beat me until I blacked out, and for some reason, I don't think he stopped after.
It took me an hour to manage to get up in a sitting position but I still had to bite my lip from screaming in pain. The last thing I needed was waking them up from their sleep.
I don't know how long I can keep this up for. I should be thanking God that I survived another day but I'm not. Sometimes I wished that I would die. I have considered suicide but never attempted it (A/N-And no one should attempt it guys, suicide is a serious issue)
I hated my life, my parents, everything. How could people be so evil?
I never did anything to deserve this.
I wouldn't wish this life on my worst enemy.
It's not fair! Why do bad things always happen to innocent people?
My thoughts were interrupted by my mother. "Get up you worthless piece of trash!" She yells at me. Slowly, with me gasping in pain each second, I manage to stand up with the wall supporting me.
"You good for nothing daughter, your father and I have raised you with care all your life and how do you repay us?
By sleeping on the floor, we want you to get a job" she demanded.
I shouldn't be surprised, someone has to get them money for their drugs and alcohol and neither of them were in the condition to work.
but apparently beaten and bruised me was.
They would always make me get a job right after we move. I hated working, whenever I get the money they would always take it from me. I wouldn't even be able to keep a single penny, it just wasn't fair. I worked my butt off for money. All my hard work for it to be wasted on alcohol and drugs.
But I knew that my life wasn't fair, I should just accept I, its not like anything will change.
I also didn't want to think about the a***e I would receive if I decided not to work at all Mother usually didn't hit me but she would if she was drunk which pretty much was all the time. My father on the other hand, hated me. I have no idea why, ever since I could remember he always looked at me with hate and disgust.
But what could I do? I couldn't leave since I didn't have any money or a home.
I couldn't ask anyone to help me unless I wanted a death wish.
"Are you listening to me?!?!" My mother shouts at me and throws the empty bottle of alcohol at me.
Fortunately I ducked at the right time despite my back screaming in protest, it didn't hit my face directly but pieces of glass fall on my head.
I nodded to her question,"I'll get a job"
"Good, now hurry up you have school" with that she left. I sighed in relief. I hated both of them. I wish I could tell somebody, anybody who could help me but I can't.
If they found out I did something like that they wouldn't think twice about killing me and the person I had run to.
I gave up on finding help a long time ago.
I packed my bag and left the house/prison.
I'd have to search for places wanting new staff after school. Wonder what new job I'll have this time, I've had everything from waiter to cleaner to working in a bar. The latter wasn't particularly my favourite. Living with two drunkards was enough, being in a bar filled with them...well, I'd rather keep those experiences at the back of my mind.
Gray clouds covered the sky as if it was reflecting my mood.
I really hoped it wouldn't rain since I had to walk (more like limp) all the way to school, but ofcourse mother nature hates me so it began to rain.
The rain was so heavy that by 3 minutes I was completely wet and still had a long way to school.
A car suddenly sped on the street next to me, hitting a puddle and continuing to shower more with wonderful, dirty street water.
"THANK YOU!" I scream out to the stranger over the torrential rain.
The black Ferrari brakes suddenly causing the back of the car to rise.
The last thing I need was a fight with an a*s of a driver.
The driver rolled down the window and I recognized those sea green eyes immediately . One does not simply forget the face of Blake Parker.
"Get in angel", he ordered. I shook my head.
I was still too close to my house. If they saw Blake again my father would surely kill him.
"I can walk" I replied, ignoring him and continuing walking.
Blake continued driving but in my walking speed and considering the fact I was barely moving, he looked a bit weird.
"I wouldn't call that walking. What happened Angel?" He asked his face worried.
"I was cleaning, slipped on some water and sprained my ankle, no biggie" the lie came so casually I had realised how immune I was to all of this.
"Another reason to why I want to drive you" Blake insists.
"I can walk fine, I can even see the school from here" I acknowledged.
"Are you kidding? With this rain? No way, I'm driving you to school" he concluded, giving me a pointed look which made it clear that there was no point in arguing.
I looked back. The big tree did hide my presence from their sight and both of them must be passed out drunk somewhere in the house by now.
I sighed when I realized that there was no winning this war so I got in his car. "You didn't have to do this, you know" I say, "I could have just walked to school."
He shook his head, "No girl should walk in the rain" he replied with a small smile, "don't you have a car or couldn't your parents drive you?"
My eyes widened and fear covered me eyes but I hid it immediately. "My parents get up early for work so they don't have time to drive me" my whole life was based on these lies. "oh" Blake mumbles, his facial expression made me smile despite my shivering.
"You're cold" Blake noticed as he looked at my trembling figure. "Wow aren't you the Einstein" I muttered sarcastically whilst clutching my drenched cardigan to my slim figure.
He rolled his eyes and took of his jacket.
"Here you can have mine" he informed, handing m
"Nope I don't get cold easily" .
Lucky Oompa Loompa.
I shrugged and took his warm jacket that smelled like leaves after the rain, it made me feel warm and safe.
"Besides" he commented, "Its impossible to feel cold whilst sitting next to such a beauty."
Safe to say, the blush which made its way up to my face was enough to heat an entire city.
*
When we finally arrived, the downpour had decreased to the occasional *drip* *drop* every now and then.
"Thank you for driving me" I repeated honestly, the last thing I needed was to catch a cold from the rain.
"No problem angel" with a captivating smile which chipped the walls around me.
I looked down, somehow not bothered by it.
Blake took my hand in his soft ones, "Come on, we're already lat- " he stated but cut off as he saw something on my face.
"What? What's wrong?" I asked.
His face was illegible but his eyes were focused.
With a clenched jaw and lip curled, Blake cupped my cheek and wiped some of the foundation I had put on that morning.
I flinched as he touched the bruise I had from slap my father gave me.
It could have been my imagination but I swear I saw his sea green eyes turn black for a moment.
"Who did this?!?!" Blake growled.
Wait a minute! Growled?
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