His Unloved Mate

Chapter One     The feel of the last slap lingers on my skin. My father looms over me with hatred in his eyes. Warm blood streams down my face falling into a pool around my hands. I lay on the ground in crippling pain. He crouched down to look me in my eyes. “ Now, get your ass upstairs right now and get ready for school!” He lifted his head just a little bit and spit into my face. I stirred up all the strength I had left and lifted my body off the ground. I staggered up the stairs and did my best to run to my so-called room. The walls laid berrien as always. All I had in my room was a small broken dresser that contained all of my belongings, A twin sized bed layed on the floor in the corner of my room. I rushed to my dresser and grabbed an oversized hoodie and some black jeans. I threw them on with incredible speed considering the state I was in. I had no friends, every person I had ever met disliked me because I looked different. My mother was black and my father is white, instead of just being mixed I was cursed as my father put it with the condition known as vitiligo. Patches of my skin had no pigment in it. I had Heterochromia eyes, on was a dark blue while the other was silver. And finally to top things off I had natural pure white hair . My father has hated me since the moment my mother dropped me off at his doorstep and left for good. He hated the way I looked and beat me senclicly for it. I ran to the bathroom and applied a heavy amount of makeup around my bruises, cuts, and scars. I finished quickly and ran down the stairs, grabbed my backpack and raced out the door. Since this morning's beating I had regained most of my strength. I rushed to school fearing that I was later than when I normally got there. I always planned to leave the house almost an hour and a half before school started. I wanted to be the first one there so no one could see me and bully me. I was tortured at home and school there was no place safe for me. If the kids at school didn’t bully me they just sat and watched they never intervened and they just enjoyed the show. The teachers hardly paid attention to me and only ever talked to me when they needed me to be their slave or when one of my bullies decided to tell them that I tried to beat them up. Of course the teacher would believe them and not even though I hardly talked to anyone or did anything besides my school work. I was trapped in a never ending hell with no way out other than death.  “ Yo, look it’s spots.” yelled no other than the person who tormented me the most beside my father of course, Carter. “ You don’t think all that makeup will make you less ugly do you?” he asked and then immediately snickered to his buddies. “ Just leave me alone Carter.” I said back with no emotion knowing he will just keep talking. “ Why?”  “ I just want to get to class without the nice little chats we have everyday.” I glared at him from across the street. Even though he was my greatest bully at my school I always pulled out some sassiness just for him. “But I just love our little talks don’t you?” “ Hate to break it to you, it’s just that you’re not that interesting to talk to.” I blurted back and then silently cursed myself for doing so. “ Well now that wasn’t very nice.”  “ Oh believe me I wasn’t trying to be nice.”  “ Listen here you little b***h!” he yelled as he stormed to my side of the street. He pushed me against the wall, not leaving me any space to move. I tried to squirm my way out but almost immediately gave up. “ What made you think that you could talk to me that way!” He yelled in my face making me flinch. “Oh so now you say nothing.”  he laughed out. “ Well I can’t really think when I have your morning breath in my face.” I talked back but immediately regretted when I got a hard slap to the face causing my lip to re-split. I spit out some blood and then turn my face away from him. I figured I would have learned my lesson about talking back when he first started hitting me when I offended him but apparently haven’t yet. “ Well now how did that feel?” “ Just fine!” I spit back at him with a scowl on my face. I pushed him off and I restarted my route to school. “ What’s the matter spots, not used to being hit yet?” I just ignored him knowing I had the rest of the day to day see his stupid face face ang hear is first rate insults. After a few more minutes I had it to the school and only had to wait a couple of minutes for the doors to open so I could put my stuff away. I entered the school and quickly made my way to my locker. I made a sharp turn and ran straight into someone. I looked up from the ground and just saw a muscular body in my way. I was afraid that I had ran into one of the jocks at my school. I flinched on instinct getting ready for a hit but nothing came. I looked a little farther to see the most gorgeous face I had ever seen. He had a chiseled face and piercing silver eyes, His lips were transing, He had beautiful black hair, His skin was perfectly tan. I was waiting for an insult to come but It never did. Instead I got a worried expression.  “ Oh my god I am so sorry, Are you alright?” he asked and I felt my stomach drop. His voice was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. It was deep and masculin without being intimidating. I was shocked because he actually cared.  “ ah, y..ye..yeah I’m fine, I’m sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going.” I said feeling my cheeks warm up knowing I started blushing intensely I immediately looked down not wanting to make more of a fool of myself.  “ Are you sure you’re ok, you’re bleeding.” He asked and I was taken aback by his voice yet again. I had totally forgotten about my split lip from Carter. “ Oh, you didn’t do that, someone else did that. I..I mean that something did that.” I almost hit my forehead with the pal of my hand but I didn’t want to embarrass myself more than I had already. “ Who did that to you!” He took on a scary tone  and his eyes went darker. I flinched, scared that he was going to hit me. “ I..I’m sorry I didn”t mean to yell at you. My...my name is Roland.” he stuck out his hand. I took it and shook it if I got really embarrassed because palms were all sweaty.  “ Hi my name is Jean.” I said quietly not wanting him to hear me. After I introduced myself he smiled and I felt a fire start in my chest. Making me take a deep shaky breathe in. “ That is a Beautiful name Jean.” He said my name with something I had never heard with my name, it almost sounded like love. But that couldn’t be. It didn’t make any sense since no one had ever loved me before, not even my parents. “ um.. Do you think you could show me to my locker? He asked almost shyly. How could any one that looked like that be shy? I asked myself before I remembered he had asked me a question. “ Yeah, yeah sure, what is your number?” I asked and then felt my stomach drop. “ I..I mean your locker number.” I felt my cheeks get warmer and the fire in my chest warm even more. He chuckled to himself “ you’re adorable.” he said and I was taken aback by his words. The look on his face almost made me smile but I didn’t because I knew that face. It was one of pure embarrassment. “ Um sorry, my locker number is B186.” he said then looked up to the sky and mouthed some words I could decipher. “ Well how convenient my locker is B188.” I started walking away with a self conscious smile plastered on my face.  “ Where are you going?” he asked with concern. “ I’m taking you to your locker.” I stopped and gave him a dumb smile. “ Well come on.” I said giving my head a little shake. He jogged his way to me and started walking again when he was by my side. I smiled subconsciously and continued walking. “ So what made you move to this miserable town?” I asked him to kill the awkward silence surrounding us.  “ Um well my pack I.. I mean my family had moved because our house was destroyed in a fire.” he said getting a little quieter towards the end. Why had he said my pack? I asked myself. “ What about this town makes it so miserable?”  he asked after regaining his composure.  “ It may not be miserable for everyone but it is for me.” “ Why do you say that?” he asked with a lot of concern in his voice “ Well everyone hates me because I look different than everyone else.” my cheeks turned red again. I brought my hand up and rushed the hood off of my head. “ Why would they hate you for looking that way you’re.” he paused for a second “ Well beautiful.” he added but now It was his turn to blush. “ That is not true.” I said laughing and shaking my head “ Yes you are.” He said, still blushing. I shook my head. “ Well I am going to change the subject. Ummm do you have any siblings?” I was just happy for the change.  “ I have a younger sister and two younger brothers. How about you?” “ Nope, I'm an only child. I do wish I had a sibling. Next question is ``How old are you? I’m 16.” “ Me too.” things went quiet for a few minutes until we got to our lockers. People had started showing up and giving us strange stares. Probably because the new kid who was extremely hot was talking to the strange ugly girl. I opened up my locker and graded a few things.  “ Who Is your homeroom teacher?” I asked because I was being suffocated by the stares and needed something to distract myself. “ Uh hold on let me get my locker open and I’ll check.” “ Ok.” I watched him struggle for a while before stepping in to help. “ What's your combo?”   “ 23-49-95” he said and moved over. I put in the combo and opened the locker with ease. “ They take a little while to get used to.” I said after moving out of the way to let him put things in the locker. He grabbed his schedule out of his back pocket. I couldn’t help but look. And I blushed immediately. Big mistake as soon as I looked away I heard the voice of one of my least favorite people. “ Hey Spots, saw something you liked?” teased Carter “ Leave me alone Carter.” I said blushing furiously. “ Hey everyone, Spots has a crush.” He walked towards me and Roland. “ Hey newbie you should really stay away from her, you don’t want to get the spots do you?'' he asked thinking he was so funny. I felt tears starting to form in my eyes. Carter was going to take the only person that has ever been nice to me away. “ Don’t you dare talk about her that way!” Roland said, raising his voice at Carter. I was so shocked that I thought I just imagined what he said as was everyone else. Carter looked stunned and then started laughing hysterically. “Come on, let's go.” he said to me we turned around while Carter was still laughing. “ Wow newbie has a thing for freaks huh?” He asked. Roland stopped dead in his tracks, he turned around with his fists clenched, his eyes were dark. He walked up to Carter and punched in face and turned back around to face me. “ Come on.” he said intensely. Carter had stopped laughing and turned to walk away. But at the last minute he turned around and ran towards Roland. I don’t know how he could’ve known that Carter was coming but he turned around and shoved him to the ground. “ Leave Jean alone and leave me alone before you get hurt.” With Carter on the ground he turned around and grabbed me but the shoulder and we started walking away. “ My homeroom teacher is Mr. Rail.” He said his eyes were still dark. “ Stop you’re scaring me.” I said with warm tears streaming down my face. I stopped and then looked at me. “ I...I’m so sorry I don’t know what got into me. Can you just take me to  the classroom.” He said really quietly like he was ashamed of acting out. I was so confused with what just happened. Why would he stand up for me like that he barely even knew me. He just met me not even an hour ago. I pushed away all of my thoughts and wiped my tears away for whatever reason I felt safe with him. “ Yeah, yeah sure he is also my homeroom teacher.” I started walking and he quickly followed understanding that I was upset. We quickly arrived at our classroom. I walked in and practically ran to my lone seat in the back of the room. Roland went to go talk to the teacher and I sat down at my desk because school was about to start. Mr. Rail nodded towards me and Roland turned around and walked in my direction he went to the nearest seat to me. The room quickly filled and the bell rang for class to start.