The WereBear abused mate

Chapter one life sucks

                                                        ~~Star’s P.O.V~~

  I was woken up by alarm going off, ringing in my ear, so I threw the clock across the room and pulled the blankets over my head, not wanting to move. Last night was rough, my dad yet again came home drunk and I had his plate of food on the table ready for him, but that wasn't good enough. Dad wanted his beer and even though I tried telling him that he didn't have any because he had drunk it all, he didn't care and I got a fist in the face, a kick in the ribs and him shouting at me. Why couldn't I have died instead of my mother and why couldn't I have saved my brother, he always says the same thing when he is beating me up. This was my life, night after night, day after day and the really sad thing about it was that I was used to it all. I decided to get up and get dressed, knowing that I would be better off at school than here, plus I only had two months of school left and then I was getting the hell out of here and away from my abusive bastard of a dad. I had saved up every single penny I had earned from my job at the library in my school. My dad doesn't know that I have been working there, my dad doesnt know that I have two free periods and work there until it was time to go home, but then again he never took an interest in my life unless he was beating me. I threw the sheets off me and got out of bed, going straight to the bathroom, I took a quick shower, dried and got dressed. I looked in the mirror and I really didn't look that bad, I was about 5.6, had long brown hair that came just above my butt and brown eyes, but the bruises on my face made me feel ugly. I had a huge black eye, a bruise across the side of my jaw and a cut just above my left eyebrow, but the sad thing is I was now an expert at covering them up. I took out my cover up and started applying it, then added a little blush and Wala, it's covered.

  While everyone else wore clothes that actually fit them, I couldn't and had to wear baggy clothes because tight clothes hurt. I had so many cuts and bruises all over my body that I found that baggy clothes did not rub against any of them and I didnt want anything tight against my skin because it would just cause me even more pain. I put my baggy hoodie on and pulled the hood right over my head, so that it covered my face from prying eyes and then put my shoes on. I ran downstairs, careful not to make a sound and hoping that my dad was still in bed. I quietly looked around and thankfully he was still in bed, so I grabbed an apple and ran out the front door to school. It was a couple of miles to get to school, but I didn't mind, I enjoyed the peace and quiet as I walked, after all it was the only time I could get time to myself and be happy. I always get to school early so I can sit at the back of class and when I got there I saw that there were only a few students, who as usual ignored me just like everyone else did and I was glad for that. I got to my first class and no one was there yet, not even the teacher. I took my seat at the back of the class and took my homework out, finishing it up because I couldn't last night. Twenty minutes later and the bell for the start of school rang, students started coming into the classroom. I had a paper plane thrown at my head and spitballs spat at my shoes, but ten minutes later the teacher stepped into the classroom and everyone went quiet. It was like the teacher had a very high dominance about her and no one wanted to piss her off. When she stepped into the room everyone faced forward and no one dared to speak, not a single sound was made, not even a pen drop. Her name was Mrs. Love, she demanded respect with just a look and we gave it to her.

  “Alright class, I need everyone's homework on my desk. Yes, that right, give it to the person sitting in front of you and they will put it on my desk.” Mrs. Love said and we all did as we were told. Mrs. Love nodded when she had finally received them all and then looked back at us.

  “Now, as we all know you have two months left of school and in these two months I want everyone to crack down on your homework and studies. If you want to pass this grade to graduate then you will do as I have told you, if any of you think that I am joking then try me because you will be stuck here for another year.” Mrs. Love said, making some of the class groan and some look scared at having to repeat this grade. Just then the door opened to the class and in walked the most gorgeous boy I have ever seen. He had black shoulder length hair, brown eyes, he looked to be about 5.9 and I was in complete awe with him. I guess he must have either read my mind or it was really obvious because he looked right at me, making me look down fast. I didn't want anyone to see me looking at him otherwise I would just end up having trouble and problems.

  “Oh, hello Nash. class this is Nash, he transferred here from another school. Where are you from Nash?” Mrs. Love asked, introducing him to the class.

  “I’m from Gatlinburg, Tennessee.” Nash replied, clearing his throat and even his voice sounded dreamy, but that was all it was. A dream and something that would yet again never come true for me.

  “Hello Nash.” Everyone said, welcoming him to the class and school, everyone except me who was still trying to avoid eye contact with him.

  “Ok Nash, go find a seat and I will begin class.” Mrs. Love said, while I tried desperately to focus on my school book. The last thing I needed was another let down in my life.