The second chance to live

Chapter 2

I got to school at 07:31 am. Still 34 minutes before class started. I walk to by locker at pick up the books I need for the first class, math. I then walk through the empty hallways and go sit at my desk in the also empty classroom. I'm always first here, everyone else usually drives their cars or something, I never even got the opportunity to even learn how to drive. I put my head on the desk at suddenly I'm deep asleep. 

I hear a bell ring, students are chatting and laughing until the professor get in. Everyone get quiet and is listening to the teacher talk. We have about derivatives and integrating, I don't really listen. Mostly I just stare out of the windows, sometimes I can swear I can see a wolf staring at me from the woods. But everyone knows that the wolf's are long gone by now. "Tessa, can you tell us the answer to this question?" I hear the teacher yell. Heck, I didn't even know what the question was. "Uhm, I'm not really sure miss..." I studded. "Well maybe if you actually learn to pay attention some time you will pass this class." She says with a cold look at me. 

I mean I'm not dumb, I'm here in calculus as an 11th grader. I've never failed a class and I always get and A or a strong B on the tests. I bet I could get into most of the colleges in my state, but college is expensive, and even if I could get most of it covered form scholarships I wouldn't have the rest. It's not like my step dad would give me MY money my mom left me. 

When class was over I was the last out of the classroom, I'm usually always last because I know if I know Amanda would be the first to get up my face. Amanda never really liked me, I never knew why. She had everything I never had, a brand new car, new clothes and a very attractive boyfriend. This is stuff I'll never get, and she knows that. When I get to my locker to pick up my history book I hear her high heels come closer. "Ohh look who it is, Tessa darling." She smiles when she says darling. "Is that a new shirt? Well I guess not, have you ever even got anything new?" She laughed. I usually have to go to second hand stores to get clothes if I need something, the small amount of money I get usually won't last me long. "Shut up Amanda, go play with your little man toy as normal." I have a smile inside of me, the way she looks when I say man toy is to die for. "Well at least I have someone who can tolerate me." She says, and then turn around to walk away. That comment did kinda hurt though, because even if she meant it or not, it was true. No one really liked me, or tolerated me. Not since my mom passed away. 

The day just went way to slow, not that I was excited to get home. When the bell rings one last time that day everyone sprints outside to finally get home and be free from the hell they call school. I finish school and get back to the real hell, I just wish I was able to call school the worst place in earth. When I open the doors to get out from school I see something in the forest edge. A wolf. When it sees that I saw him it turned around and runs back into the woods. Even though no one would believe me I swear on what I just saw. I start the very long way back to the place I call home. When I turn into the street I live on I can see several cars parked in front of the house. Great, his friends are here. When they are visiting it means more beating and more assaulting than usual. 

When I open the door I can hear their party kinda stop for a bit. I put my bag down and start walking to the kitchen. When I walk past the living room I hear one of the guys yell; "Hey you little b***h, finally done at school?". I'm not exactly a big fan when they call me b***h, so I decide to just ignore him. "Don't ignore a man when he's talking to you." I hear my step dad yell from the living room. I hear him standing up, he must have lost his balance a bit because I hear something break when he grabs it so he won't fall. "Come out here, I'll show you what happens when you ignore a man." Crap, now I'm screwed, he's always showing off something for his buddies, usually it's how he's controlling me. Great. 

When I turn the corner to get into the living room I suddenly feel something hit my head and something breaking. He had thrown an half empty bottle of rum in my head. When I touch it I can feel the blood stream from where he hit me. f**k. My step dad come closer and he starts touching my face, I can smell his drunk ass breath when he breathes. I look down, he takes a piece of my hair and slowly put it behind my ear. Then he slaps me, I fall back a little surprised over how quick it came. His friends come over as well, they also starts hitting me and kicking me. I fall down and lay in a fetus position, they keep pulling my hear and are kicking my stomach. I'm sure they will kill me. Then I feel it, a super hard kick to my head and everything goes black. I'm probably not gone for long, because when I wake up they're still kicking me. I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die. I repeat in my head. Suddenly I hear it, a small voice. It starts really low, at first I think I'm imagining it. But it gets louder, and then I understand what it's saying. Fight back, it whispers in my ear, I try to say that I can't, I'm too weak. Just let me in then, I'll do it for you. It whispers back, I don't understand. But I relax and try to do as it says. Then I feel it, my body changes. Suddenly I see my step dad and his friends walk away, they look scared. And then I see why, I'm a freaking wolf. What the actual f**k just happened?! I think. Just run, I'll explain later, the voice in my head tells me. Suddenly I'm myself again, I can see the shocking faces of the guys, and I just starts running out the door.