Fated to the ruthless lycan

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Kelsey

I've always been that shy kid in school. You know the type, cute, guys drooling after her, but she doesn't throw herself at them. I'm also a bit socially awkward, but I rarely let it show. I have good grades, A+, and my parents are really proud of me.

On my way home from school, the fastest route is through the Westside alley, which is a three-minute walk from school. It's dark, even on the brightest days, but nothing has ever happened there, so we all walk through there on our way home. Nothing scary about it.

"RIIING" The school bell rings and I sigh. Thursday. One more day of school before the holidays. I sigh and grab my books. I pull down my skirt a little. It's so annoying why the school insist on having the school uniform skirts so short that you practically show off the entire ass. I get out of the building and head towards the alley. I talk to Lisa, my best friend, about a pop quiz that will most definitely be delivered by Mr. Smith tomorrow. "I hate Mr. Smith's pop quizzes. They are always hard, and never on the topic we learned about that week or even month at all!" Lisa is bitching to me and I start laughing. Mr. Smith is a creep. He is always looking a little too long under the desk in the first row as short skirts ride up a little when the girls sit down. Oh, and did I mention? I go to an all-girls school. "Yeah, I know. Have you noticed how some of the questions are hinting in another direction?" I wiggle my brows a little, and we burst out laughing. When we exit the alley, Lisa hugs me and we go our separate ways. "Mom? I'm home!" I yell out when I enter the front door. I take my shoes and jacket off and go to the kitchen. I toss my book bag onto the large counter on the island and jump up on one of the big bar stools. I find my books to start my homework when I hear my mother and stepfather going at it upstairs. I grimace and start doing homework. When they finally finish, AAGH! Wrong word!, they come downstairs, and mom starts making dinner, clearly pretending she's not flushed in her cheeks and her hair is a mess. "Mom?" I look at her as she tries to fix her hair. "Yes sweetie?" She smiles at me, and I look back into my books. "Next time, be a little louder. I think the neighbors five doors down missed your screams." I don't look at her as I say it, but she knows I'm right and I heard everything.

The rest of the day went by normally, as it usually does, and I wake up refreshed today, for a change. I take a shower and decide to shave my legs and t**t. I hate hair. I wash and condition my hair, and step out. My hormones have been murder lately, and I masturbate a few times a day, just to get the edge off. I head back to my bedroom, grab the ridiculously short skirt, some black underwear so it won't show if my hormones start raging again, and that ridiculous excuse for a shirt. It barely covers the stomach, it's see-through, and we are not allowed to wear bras at school, so imagine getting aroused and your n*****s give everything away.

I grab my bag and shoes and head for the front door. I normally meet Lisa, but she woke up with a fever today, so I'll be going to and from school by myself.

I enter the school building at 7.55am, having 5 minutes to get to first period.

The day went by so slowly, and on top of that, I had to stay behind after the last period because Miss Jefferson needed to talk to me. When she finally let me go, I was the last one out of the building.

I walk down the stairs and on to the pavement, take the left turn, as always, and into the alley. It looks empty as always, so I start walking through. About halfway through, someone grabs me from behind, push me down behind a dumpster and start rubbing between my legs. I'm crying, but I'm too scared to react. I hear some pants unzip, and I zone out. I feel my body being pushed back and forth, I hear grunting, and after a while, he's done and leave me there. I look down at my discarded underwear and pick it up, having no idea how it ended there. I pull it on and groan when I feel how sore I am. I walk home, up to my bedroom and close the door. I pull my clothes off and wince in pain from muscle ache. I don't want to see what I look like, so I avoid all the mirrors. "You girls are walking temptations for someone like me. You've been begging me to do this for months now, little girl. Aah, feel how responsive you are to my fingers?" I hear his voice in my head and start crying. I grab a pair of sweats and head for the shower. I wash myself everywhere, and bite my lip not to scream when the water hits my abused v****a. It hurts so bad, and I just want to die, but I don't want anyone to find out. He's right tho... I did ask for it in that tiny skirt, and I was the one walking through the alley. I have to get the Plan B pill just in case. I don't want to explain why I'm suddenly pregnant at 16... I step out of the shower, dry off and put my sweats on before going back to my bedroom. I throw myself on my bed and pass out.