The Moon Goddesses Mated Granddaughter

Annikah's Perspective "Bye baby girl. I'm really sorry. I wish I could have been a better father. I love you." I looked at my father with a puzzled expression. I didn't know why he was apologizing, he was an amazing father.  He kissed me on the head with tears in his eyes but with one swift motion he walked out the door. I didn't know where he was going and why he had a bag in his hand but I had a feeling of dread hanging over me when he left. I ran out of the house to follow him and ask where he was going, I screamed after him with tears pouring out of my eyes but he just sped off.  "DADDY!!!" I woke up in my bed crying and shaking, I saw that I was dripping in sweat. Another nightmare of when my dad left us, I have woke up from that same dream every night since the incident. It always left me feeling weak and responsible for what happened, I mean couldn't I have been more obedient or more respectful or something that would have made him want to stay? What was worse is when he came back and almost kil... BEEP! BEEP! I looked over to see my alarm clock going off. My muscles tensed up immediately and a pang of anxiousness shot through my body, it couldn't have been 5 AM already. Yesterday my anxiety was even worse, my therapist had a hard time calming me down but was successful in the end and talked about what I was going to wear. I started going to therapy when my father came back temporarily, at first I refused to go and my brother had to drag me in. I didn't want to go because I felt like that I hit rock bottom and was officially losing it. But I gradually began to trust her and actually ended up enjoying our sessions, but yesterday everything changed. She had said that I needed to get a service dog to help with my PTSD and my anxiety that caused my fainting episodes and nightmares, she already talked to my new school's counselor and principal, they allowed me to have a dog accompany me throughout the school day. So when we got home my mom and brother started helping me find a service dog that was for sale, training a dog would take to long, we ended up finding an institution that trained service dogs for different conditions that were nearby. So we contacted the company and arranged to meet some of there dogs that helped with my type of disability tomorrow. I was nervous about bringing a dog to school so I scheduled another meeting that day with my therapist to talk to her about it once I had my dog. After realizing that I was spacing out is when I began to get ready for the day.  I peeled the sheets off my sweaty body and grabbed a towel while heading the bathroom to take a shower, hoping that the warm water would help calm my nerves. The shower was quick and unsoothing, my anxiety just escalated as I continued to get ready for my first day of Jr. year, and the fact that I was new didn't help me at all. I walked back to my room and threw on my favorite pair of dark blue, ripped, high waisted jeans with a cropped, flowy, plain grey T-shirt that had a little pocket that rested on the side of the top. Even though it was short-sleeved I still rolled up the sleeves a bit for style, I did the same for the bottoms of my jeans. I paired my outfit with some dark blue converses that had a silver rose embroidery on the sides. I put on a black, velvet choker on my neck and to pair with I wore a silver chain that had my mother's name on it. I put on a few different rings on both hands. I was very insecure about how I looked but my best friend Angie from my old town always told me that I looked amazing in this outfit so I decided why not try and make a good impression. She also said I had the perfect figure because I had a slim body but still had a good-sized butt and breasts, with my extremely thick, dark brown hair and bright blue eyes, my skin was pale which always made my eyes stand out which I didn't know if I liked or not, and my lips were full with a light pink to color them. Angie said I could easily be a model but I wasn't a fan of showing much skin and plus I hated my body. I brushed and blow-dried my hair then curled it. I tried to put on mascara but my eyelashes were to full and long that the mascara would just all clump together, so I just washed my face and used a bit of moisturizer instead. I sprayed on some perfume on and for once I hadn't despised what I saw when I looked back at myself in the mirror. My jeans hugged my curves, I had been trying to sleep more which meant no dark circles under my eyes, my hair was curled, and my complexion was completely clear.  I put in my contacts and I headed downstairs with my back-pack, I was so nervous that my body started to shake but I ignored it. My mom was still asleep and my brother had already left so I just left a note and headed out the door without any breakfast, it was cloudy and rainy so I pulled a sweatshirt out of my backpack that I had put in there the night before and slipped it on myself while I continued to walk down the street. My heart raced more and more as I gradually got closer to the school, I felt my body shaking. To help ease myself I flipped my hood above my head and hugged my body by putting both arms around my sides and just clung to my sweatshirt. I never liked school, I mean it was easy but boring and I absolutely hated when the teachers called on me. I stopped on the sidewalk, raised my head in the sky, and took deep breaths as the rain hit my face. My heartbeat slowed down and my body stopped shaking. I looked back at the school and tried to encourage myself that everything was going to be fine and that I was just overreacting, I continued walking until I was halfway through the parking lot.  A lot of people stared at me which caused my face to turn red and my anxiety started freaking out, I started to walk faster until a certain smell caught my attention. It smelled like dark roast coffee, pinewood, and a cologne that made my mouth water. I looked around and just saw a group of guys just staring at my ass, then they whistled at me which made me cringe. I tried to run but my knees were weak, I turned back around and there stood a tall guy with black hair that smelled of a wet dog. I scrunched up my nose but stopped immediately when he got a little to close for my liking. "Hey, you new here?" He leaned into my body and put his arms around my waist, slowly moving his hands down until he touched my ass, I quickly pushed him away from me. I hated it when people touched me especially when I don't know them. "W-what do you think you're doing?" "I'm asking you a question." He smirked at me and tried to move closer to me but at that point, I took off running towards the school until I was at the front doors. I was breathing hard and my body shook uncontrollably, I just about had an episode until that smell lingered in the air, I walked inside still shaking like a broken washer machine, I know comparing myself to something broken wasn't healthy but that's just how I thought about myself. I pulled out my phone to check the time, school started at 8:15 and it was just turning 7:30 so I had quite a bit of time before homeroom. I walked the halls trying to track down my brother and secretly that smell but gave up on the smell part after 10 minutes, I took my jacket off and put it in my bag. I continued to walk to my locker, once I arrived I did my combo and opened it in a breeze. "Maybe today won't be so bad," I whispered to myself, I finished putting my bag, some of my textbooks that wouldn't be necessary for my 1st Period and took off my sweatshirt to put it in my locker. I closed it and walked towards my first class but that smell caught my attention once again. I attempted to ignore it but it became harder as it grew stronger, I ran my fingers through my hair and flipped it to the side. My hair covered just a bit of my right eye, my hair smelled like my favorite vanilla shampoo. I looked down as I walked in the hall until I knocked into someone, I started to stumble back but the person caught me by my wrist and pulled me to them as my books fell to the ground. My free hand landed on their chest to help steady myself, what shocked me most was the sparks shot through my wrist, I looked up to meet the person who just saved me from a morning full of embarrassment. My eyes met his mesmerizing dark brown ones, the sight caused me to suck in my breath. My conscience told me one thing the second I saw him. "Mate."