Mated to a Witch

Aiden's POV "Hey, Aiden. Has your Beast come out to play this evening?" I heard a voice laced with mockery as I made a turn around the road. Heck, I know who that is. A voice that's become familiar than my own name for the past ten years. I shook my head as the soaring pain of that afternoon surged in. I didn't realise I was in a daze until a heavy punch hits me. My face tilted to a side and I lost my bearings as pains hit me hard on the distorted chin. All that came into my sight was the dark red glow of my blood that dropped on the ground in patters. "You dare to ignore me. You f*****g son of a b***h" I didn't need to look up to know who it was. It had always been him. Bryston. The huge hulk of all teenagers. I sniffed and tried to stabilize myself as the laughter and jeers gets into my ears. Who didn't know me. The freak - as they call me. I was tired. Having to live this hell of a life without my parents for ten years was enough for me to have tried snapping my neck. I've never tried it though. Hell no! It's tempting but scares the s**t outta me. I could hear chants that disgusted me "Freak. Aiden is a freak" It wasn't new anyway. I walked off but Bryston's next words brought me to a stop. "Isn't he a freak? He killed his own parents. I know it. Look at him. A piece of rag" And then it snaps. The patience I've had since eight. Since that horrible day when I lost my parents and freedom. It totally shattered and I could feel it surging. Running through my veins. I didn't know what happened, my mind was in a daze but I could hear Bryston's painful cry for a moment before my trance broke. I had tackled him to the ground and his face was disfigured. I looked around to see the shocked expressions on everyone's faces. I stood up, the flames of anger still surging in me as I walked away. I'm never coming back here. I have no idea where to go but heck, anywhere would do. Anywhere except from this shitty hellhole. My mind was in disarray as I walked far away and I knew I had gotten into the woods because of the foreign scent of soot and flowers that invaded my nose. I had barely walked for long when I got kicked and I felt my back on the floor. All of a sudden, a fist came flying at me. WHAT THE HELL!!