His Unloved Mate

Chapter Two

    I went along with my day a little sad that I didn’t have any other classes with Roland except homeroom. I went through the first three periods just fine until lunch came around. When the bell for lunch rang I gathered all of my stuff and went to my locker. I put in my combo and opened the door shoving all of my stuff in. I almost slammed the locker shut before remembering that I could get in a lot of trouble for doing that simple thing. I gently closed the door and started walking to the lunch room. I was walking down the hallways wondering where Roland was and as if on cue I ran straight into him for the second time today. I looked up from the ground to see his muscular build yet again. My heart started racing when I looked up at his face to see that he was smiling. “ We have to stop meeting each other this way.” he said with a little laugh that didn’t help my racing heart. Why am I feeling like this I barely know him but yet I feel like I was meant to meet him. I scolded myself silently. 

“Yeah I agree.” I said and then looked up at his beautifully sculpted face. My cheeks turn red again so I turned my head away from his view

“Will you walk with me to lunch?” He asked, making me blush even more. I nodded and we walked to the cafeteria. We got in line before we started talking

“ Why did you defend me this morning? You don’t even know me but you acted like he just killed your dog or something and you ey-” 

“ He was offending you.” he said, interrupting me.

“ But why?” 

“ It’s hard to explain.” He said  shutting me up. We shuffled our way through the lunch line. Without saying a word. I grabbed my food and almost ran to my usual spot by the trash cans. At this point I had lost track of Roland. I figured he went to sit with some other people in our grade to get away from me. I knew that him being my “friend” was too good to be true. I didn’t even touch my food but instead just ran my fingers through my hair trying to get the knots out because I didn’t own a brush. I had lost track of time because when the bell rang I was still lost in my thoughts. I was suddenly pulled out when something cold poured over my head.  After the coldness stopped I looked up to see who it was. To no way surprise it was Carter. He held three large milks upside down.

“ Oh sorry I mistook you as the trash.” he said, throwing the milk cartons at me and immediately started laughing at the joke he said almost every day for the past ten years. I just did my best to squeeze the rest of the milk out of my hair. I stood up without slipping and falling to my surprise, grabbed my stuff and threw it away leaving the janitors to clean up the milk. I rushed to the bathroom praying that my makeup didn’t smear and of course it did. I pulled my backpack off and skewered through it trying to find my makeup with no luck. I remembered that I was in such a hurry this morning to get away from my dad I had forgotten to put my makeup in my back

“ No, no, no, no.” I said painicking I grabbed a few paper towels and patted the milk off my face then tried my best to fix the make up so no one could see what was underneath. By the time I was done with that the bell for class had already rung. I ran out of the bathroom and run straight to world history with Mr. Rail praying he would be easy on me knowing that that was too much to wish for. I slowed down at the door of his classroom, grabbed the handle, took a deep breath and walked in. 

“ Why are you late to my class  Miss Bluemoon?!” he yelled 

“ I.”

“ That's right you have no good reason go to the office now and go call your parents.” I said not even letting myself explain.  I turned around to exit the classroom and walked down to the office. I was shaking with fear knowing what would await for me when I got home if I had to call him. I got to the office and asked to see the principle to explain what happened and why I was late for class. I told him everything that happened at lunch terrified that he wouldn’t believe me and make me call my father anyways. He just looked at me with a stern look and I knew that he didn’t believe me. He couldn’t see the milk because of my white hair. 

“ Jean this is the third time this month that you have been late to class because someone poured milk on you.” he said, raising his voice and putting the words someone poured milk on you in quotations. Go call your father and then go back to class. Of course he didn’t believe me he never did. Why do I even try it’s been like this since freshman year. I walked to the phone and pretended to call my father. I knew that if I did he would beat me worse than usual. I walked away from the phone and almost ran back to class. I walked into the classroom and speed walked my way to my normal seat while everyone was staring at me. I just zoned out the rest of the day going to all of my classes. When the final bell rang and I sprinted to my locker and put the things I didn’t need to bring home in my locker. I slammed it shut not caring at this point and almost started running through the halls but couldn’t since there was no room. I pushed my way through the crowd trying to leave the building my father would kill me if I was even one minute late. I was almost to the doors when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me into an empty classroom. I started screaming fearing the worst but a large hand clamped around my mouth.

“Stop screaming.” whispered a voice that made me blush instantly. I smacked the hand across my mouth and it let go quickly.

“ What the hell Roland. You can’t just do that to someone.” I turned around and playfully smacked his chest shivering at the feel of his large muscles against my skin. He started laughing. “ What!” I asked him. “ It’s not funny.” I said while laughing, totally contradicting what I just said. I looked up and saw him smiling at me which made me blush again.

“ Where did you go at lunch?I was looking all over for you but you just disappeared.” he said looking really worried but still laughing a little.

“ I was where I usually sit.”

“ And that is where?”

“ By the trash cans.” I said looking down. I felt his hand grab my chin and lift it up. His thumb tracing one of my light skin patches. He lifted my chin a little more and stared into my eyes.

“ You have beautiful eyes.” he said then moved his head down to my level. He moved his face closer to mine and went in for a kiss. He was really close and I turned my head just realizing what was happening. He moved and looked hurt. 

“ You barely know me. You have seen me. I'm really ugly and you still tried to kiss. I don’t know how things worked where you are from but around here you don’t hang around with the ugly girl.” I turned around feeling my eyes line with tears. I started walking away and it soon turned into a sprint.

“ Jean wait!” he yelled but I didn’t listen. I only ran faster. When I was about a block away from the school I slowed down and started walking home. I kept walking home when things started to feel weird. I felt like I was being followed, I kept looking around expecting to see someone on the street watching but no one was there. I started getting scared and picked up my pace. The feeling kept getting more and more intense to the point where I started running. I was sprinting and turned onto my street and ran up to my front door and turned the handle to go inside. As soon as I opened the door I was greeted with a glass bottle being cracked against my head. I hit the ground and rubbed my head. I pulled my hand away to see it covered in blood. My father loomed over me with an evil grin on his face.

“ You’re late. You know what that..” he stopped mid sentence and sniffed the air intensely. “ You’ve been with a boy you little slut!” I shook my head and closed my eyes knowing what was going to happen next. I felt the pain on a slap against my check. It burned with fire in the shape of a hand. “ That’s a night in the basement you little w***e!” he yelled and grabbed my hair and started dragging towards the staircase.

“ No please no I didn’t do anything.”

“ You were late!” 

“ I’m sorry please let me go.” I cried and thrashed. He got me to the door and swung it open slamming it against the wall causing everything on the wall to shake. He bent down and grabbed my leg and picked me up. He lifted me and threw me down the stairs. I landed on the ground in excruciating pain. My head throbbed and it felt like acid was sloshing around my chest making it hurt to breath. My eyes were closed and I felt and grip tighten on my foot and dragged me to one corner of the room.  “ Little girl if you want to be a slut i’ll let everyone know that you are a slut.” I felt my shirt being pulled up. I opened my eyes and saw that he had a knife. He got down on the ground and knocked me out cold. 

I woke up in terrible pain. I checked my arms, my legs, and when I checked my stomach I saw what he did. My throat hitched and I started crying he had craved SLUT! Into my stomach. I started crying hysterically. No one would ever love me if they saw this. It took me a while to realize that I wasn’t wearing any clothes. I laid in a pool of my blood for about half an hour when my father opened the door and came running down the stairs. 

“I see you’re up. Don’t you like your new scar?” he asked but didn’t give me a chance to answer. I started crying again “ Well I think it fits you quite nicely.” he said walking over to me quite slowly. “ Get up!” he yelled as soon as he got to my side.

“ I can’t.” I said and instantly got hit for it.

“ I said get up or I will make you get up.” I knew that if I didn’t get up he was going to make things even worse. All of the sudden I felt this anger boil inside of me. 

I’ve had enough of this

What who said that

I’m your wolf Lola and I’m done getting hurt and I’m coming out. Brace yourself this is going to hurt a lot.

My body erupted in pain making me howel. My father stepped back. I didn’t know what was happening but I felt every bone in my body break and what felt like and eternity only took a millisecond. I felt like I had lost control. My body got up and I was totally unaware of what was happening. A million questions ran through my mind but I couldn’t even think straight. 

Lola what is happening? I asked the voice in my head hoping that I wasn’t going crazy.

You’ve shifted and I’m in control of your body now but don’t worry I know what to do and where to go.

What do you mean I don’t understand. I asked the voice but no answer came. I started moving towards my father and lounged at him. I opened my mouth and started attacking my father. I tasted blood but didn’t stop. This overwhelming anger took over and I felt so good I didn’t want to stop I soon realized. After a while I stopped and looked at what I was just chewing on. I expected to see a large white man layn across the floor but instead it was a very large brown wolf with black paws.  At first I wondered where my father went but deep down I knew that this was him. I backed and looked down at the ground thinking I would see my feet but instead I saw two white paws covered in the blood of a dead man. 

Lola what is happening ? I asked the voice inside my head.

I already told you I’m your wolf we just killed that thing that was meant to be our father! Lola started yelling in my head.

W...we killed him?

Yes and good thing I could sense that he was about to kill us.

You told me that you knew where we have to go. Where is that?

We have to find our mate.

What does that mean, our mate? I don’t have one.

Yes you do trust me.

Ok let's go just in case he isn’t dead. I turned around to look at the wolf that I had just killed but it was replaced by my naked father. I quickly look away in disgust not wanting to see that. I turned towards the stairs and ran up them and out of the house not knowing where my wolf was leading me.