His Mate

Chapter 01 "Hey, Dad, look at me. Think back, and talk to me. Did I grow up according to plan? And do you think I'm wasting my time Doing things I wanna do? But it hurts when you disapprove all along," I raised my voice as I banged my head and felt the music of the stereo inside my Ford Ranger. I stopped by a gasoline station to fuel my engine. "And now I try hard to make it. I just want to make you proud. I'm never gonna be good enough for you. Can't pretend that I'm alright and you can't change me." A single tear fell down on my cheek. I tried to wipe it as fast as I could. Ah, this music reminds me of so many memories. The music is touching unhealed wounds. The music finished and I went past a signboard that said, 'Welcome to Bozeman". A city in Montana where my father sent me away from home. Home. What a strange word considering my parents did nothing but fight, and me, being their only child, is a hindrance to their divorce. Mom doesn't want the divorce so she used me as an excuse, saying it will do no good for me. Actually their bickering did a lot more damage compared to them divorcing. But my father being clever, sends me away to live my own life. He angrily threw my things outside the house, telling me I’m a huge disappointment just because I didn't want to be a doctor. I failed my chemistry. How could I be a doctor when I hardly understand chemistry? And while he threw my things out, mom was just watching on the sidelines. I just don't understand. Why adopt me if they don't want me? What was the point of signing those adoption papers? I chuckle as I remember the past. It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. I have never experienced love from them. It's a good thing Misellette - my aunt, gave me a huge sum of money to support myself. I actually love that aunt of mine. She taught me how to cook and clean the house. She, most importantly, taught me how to live independently. I stopped by the market to buy goods. I took a cart and put some carrots, potatoes, corn bread, green beans and a chunk of beef for Pot Roast. As I buy more goods, a canned goods roll down to where I'm walking and I stumble on my feet and my ass falls down flat on the floor. I whimpered in pain and held my ass. I push myself up and sit on the floor. The goods I’m buying are splattered on the floor. Some people are snickering behind me and a person with messy blonde hair and blue eyes is smirking in my direction. I mentally frown. My brain calculated the situation. He's holding other canned goods and his pals are laughing behind him. I held the canned goods which I stumbled on, stood up and walked towards him, leaving an arm's distance between us. "Were you the one who intentionally put the canned goods here?" He tilted his chin. "So, what if i am?" "So, you're the one who put it there?" I wanted him to confirm it. "Yes. What are you going to do about it? Are you going to cry now?" he lifts up my chin and his lips is inches away from mine. "How charming," I smile. He smirks at my compliment. "But too bad I'm not into it." I smashed the canned goods on his face so fast he wasn't able to react. I punched his gut and he was not able to breathe for three seconds. I took advantage of him and hit his balls with my knee. He falls down on the floor whimpering in pain while holding his crotch. I took the canned goods and threw them to his pals behind him, who were laughing before but now gaping at me. They are able to avoid it. It hit the other goods on the rack. I give them my sinister look before leaving them behind. I took the groceries I'm about to buy and went to the cashier. I dropped by at a fast food restaurant and ordered some fries and a burger for dinner. Those dickheads ruined my plan for tonight. After driving for a few miles, I reached the property where Aunt Missellette owns. The cabin is pretty big, with three bedrooms, one bathroom, one living space and one dining room, and one kitchen. I'll be staying in this cabin all through my college years. As expected from someone who has been here for twenty years. She loves nature more than the city and wants the cabin to stay the way it is in a friendly environment. Unfortunately, she has to live in the city for her work. As I put the food in the microwave to heat it, I catch a glimpse of shadows in the woods. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I stare more at it. The shadows look like huge dogs. I screamed at the top of my lungs when suddenly there was a loud noise which sounded like someone or something had just landed on my rooftop. "Oh shoot! What on earth was that?!" Was that a rock? No, it's not. It sounded more like three or more feet on my rooftop. I turned to see the shadow but it was no longer there. This is weird. I really disregard the thought that there might actually be wolves wandering around the forest. I take the food inside my bedroom and eat it there. Trying to get rid of the image of the shadow. I wake up at exactly six in the morning. I take a shower and wear denim jeans and a sweatshirt paired with converse. I dropped by at McDonald's to order a pancake and coffee. After eating, I went to school and watched people hovering around. It's almost the end of summer. There's a group which most girls are drooling at and boys eyeing them with an envious stare. Most of those members of the group are listening to one person and that person is the guy who has messy hair, pointed nose, high cheek bones and kissable lips and, boy, those long, curled eyelashes. Is he wearing mascara? He beats my eyelashes with ease. He's wearing a black jacket, red shirt, black denim pants with red vans shoes. He doesn't like red that much, does he? (Insert sarcasm here). He's with the loose blonde hair that I dealt with yesterday. I frowned at the realization that he also might be an ass. He turns towards me and looks at me. His eyes are black. Mysterious and devoid of any emotion. I looked away and walked towards the office to get my schedule. I couldn't handle the heavy stare of his.