Broken

Chapter 1 ~ French Toast ~

Hey guys (: So, this is official chapter 1 !! Next chapter posted soon and sorry for the boring-ness of this and the last chapter.. getting things started kinda sucks, but bear with me ... It will get better !

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"Charlotte." I had never loved never name before, I actually hated it, but in that one moment, hearing those letters come out of his mouth, just made me melt. I had never felt this way before. Warmth and happiness boiled inside of me, but i tried to restrain my facial features from showing these emotions.

"Yes?" I asked. He starred into my eyes, his classic smirk showing.

"I was talking to my mom today, you know how it is, and she was explaining to me that years back, your mother was a backstabbing bitch. Oh, and she also mentioned something about her fucking a lot, and when I say a lot, I mean a lot, of guys. Surprising she didn't get pregnant until she married your dad." His smirk grew wider and I could feel the tears in my eyes collecting themselves, ready to jump from my eyes upon request, but I pushed them back, gathering my strength.

"It means a lot that you say that actually. I was thinking about my mom the other day. I seem to recall her saying some horrible things about your mother as well. Drugs, alcohol, possible jail time.... And you cannot forget the baby that she never wanted... Was that you? Can't remember...." I watched as his little posse looked from me to him and finally settled on following Ethan's lead and leaving.

As soon as the bell chimed, letting me know that they had left, I quickly escaped into the bathroom and let the once captured tears fall. The simple coat of mascara that I had put on this morning was flaking away and following my tears down the sides of my face. I glanced at myself in the mirror. This morning, I saw myself as a confident, beautiful, talented woman. And now, I see myself as a little girl, alone, misguided and broken.

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The rest of the week flew by, ballet practices included and I found myself wishing my entire week to just be over. Usually, I looked forward to ballet every day after school and completing homework in the kitchen before escaping to the backyard to sit under my favorite oak and bask in the light the flickered through the branches on the gigantic tree. 

But this week, the feeling just wasn't the same. I dreaded going to ballet every day after school. I wished that someone else would complete my homework for me, and I would often set it aside for later. And sitting under my oak just made me think more deeply about my parent's deaths and the confusion with who I think my mate is.

Every time Ethan was near me, even passing me in the hall, I would take in his scent and just a miniature glance of him to calm my wolf and then curse at myself for being so weak. This routine of what I call the "smell, look, curse" continued for about a month, before I started to build a sort of immunity. I know it sounds impossible. He is my mate and every nerve in my body should be on full alert for him 24/7, but not this time. After his constant rejection and ignoring of me as a whole, I started to feel as if I didn't exist and somehow, my feelings for him started to do the same.

"Charlotte.." Olivia, my one and only best friend spoke, as I sat day-dreaming, "Charlotte!" 

I quickly snapped my head to look up at her, "Yes?" I asked. She hung her head low for a moment and growled at my lack of concentration.

"I swear, one of these days I am just going to smack you right in the face." Her red hair flaming and her hazel eyes enlarged as they burned into every inch of my skin. I watched as her eyes seemed to fluctuate from dark to light and I knew what it meant. It meant that I was making her mad.

Every emotion your normal self has is amplified a million times larger to your wolf. So when something or someone makes you even the slightest bit mad, your wolf is growling in anger and fighting to get out. This is what causes the fluctuation in eye color.