Gone and confused

Party

After my mom left my room, I added her girt to my outfit and went to my window to try and catchy one last glimpse of the man by the suv, he had already gone from his place by the vehicle and many more people were starting to arrive. Before too long I got a text from my father informing me that it was time for me to come out of my room and be announced at the party... with dread in my heart at being around so many people I take my time getting up the nerve to leave my room. Falling back into my thoughts as I walked from my room in the attic of the pack house to the clearing in the woods about a mile away. Before I was like this I was amazingly outgoing and loved to be around people, but when I was twelve my parents left for a year on some sort of mission, and left me with my aunt and her husband my aunt wasn’t so bad when it was just me and her, she never hit me but she was verbally abusive. Her husband however he was a monster he hit me any chance he got and the last time that he did it put me in the hospital, my aunt was telling me how I was a freak for having two different eyes and I stood up to her telling her that just because I was different didn’t mean I was a freak, when her husband heard us arguing he charged towards me. Being a young child I ran and made it to the top of the stairs before he caught my arm spinning me around, his fist connected with my ribs sending me flying into the wall behind me. There was a nail sticking out of the wall and when I hit that nail it dug in to my back leaving a scar that stretches from my shoulder to my hip. Before I had time to recover he was standing over me lifting me off the ground, he threw me down the stairs, when I landed at the bottom I cracked the back of my head open in the bottom step. My long blonde hair was soaked with blood and I was seeing black. That last thing I remember before waking up at the hospital are the words that he said to my aunt. Maybe we should just kill the freak it’s not like anyone will ever want or miss her.

I’m snapped out of my horrible memory by the last bit of the speech my father is making “... please friends take the day, get to know my daughter, and have fun” My father is looking at me with a smile spread across his face, before he can approach me I slip into the crowd of people nearest to me, narrowly avoiding contact, before finding a lone table in a corner and taking a seat away from all the people that are so eager to see if I am there chosen mate. I don’t get my table to myself for to long as a group of young men around my age approaches me and joins me. I want so badly to go and be anywhere but here, but I’m stuck in my seat taking small glances at the man with the golden eyes as he sits next to me. He’s so handsome and perfect looking almost like he was hand crafted from marble, I continue to steal small glances at him and it looks like he is doing the same. Never making eye contact, I start to fidget with my fingers and before I have the opertunity to even reject the idea my hand brushes the mans hand next to me, sending a wave of pin pricks and butterflies through my body. The man looks at me, making complete eye contact with my left eye as all the other men leave the table to go party, the mans eyes go dark and before I can stop myself my hand is on his face feeling the smooth lines of his jaw. He doesn’t object, but when I move my head ever the slightest my right eye is uncovered exposing the fact that I’m a freak. I quickly move my hand away from him to cover my eye again, but the man gently grabs my chin and pulls my face up from my hiding, before pushing my hair back and looking into both of my eyes. “ Why do you hide your eyes, there so beautiful?” His question leaves his lips and feel like music to my ears.

“ I... um, I have to... if I don’t everyone will know ... they will know that I’m a freak.” I say with small tears welling in my eyes blinking them back, before they have the chance to fall from my face. The look on the mans face is so hard to read he almost looks sad, but than a look that I have never seen crosses his face, and his eyes go black almost like he is the wolf and not the man. Still I can’t take my eyes away from him and there is a small above in my head screaming at me. “ He’s our mate what are you waiting for you fool, do something please.” The voice is so deasperst I can’t refuse her, I put my hand back on the mans face. “I- I’m Emma” I nearly wisper my name.”

“ Well Emma, I’m Sam... and your mate.”