Walking on Broken Glass

-Chapter 9- What did I do?

                I walked home barefoot, feeling the cold asphalt beneath my feet. I wrapped my arms around myself and shivered in the cold morning air. Light flurries began to fly in the air around me. My mind began to wander and I held it, suddenly feeling the brunt of the hangover. I was about half way home when a car stopped me on the side of the road. The silver white car pulled up next to me and the driver rolled down the passenger side window.

                The blonde girl that Emery was with last night looked out the window. I felt a pang of hurt rise in my chest and I resisted the urge to pull her out of her car by her hair and smash her head off of her front bumper for even breathing near Emery. I shook my head and felt the fuzzy headache return slowly, throbbing lightly on my skull.

“YOU’RE SUCH A STUPID SKANK!” she screamed at me, making me flinch at the loudness.

“Well, I’m not the one who’s sleeping around now am i?” I said, moving to keep walking down the road. She drove up next to me and kept yelling.

“Oh yeah Gabriella? You’re such a hypocrite, I saw you walk out of that bedroom with Julian, the human.”

“That’s none of your concern…” I said, walking down the road, nearly running.  She caught up to me and started laughing at me before speeding away and getting road salt and sand on my dress.

                I made it home and went straight to my room, falling to my bed and falling asleep.

‘What the fuck, you’re such a slut!’

‘Can’t wait for your mate?’

‘A human? Your father would be ashamed…’

‘How could you!’

‘Gabriella Vender, the new pack whore… You know, I like the sound of that.’

‘Whore!’

‘Slut!’

                I woke up to these voices shouting at me through the pack link. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and looked at the clock. The red numbers read 7:36. I jumped from my bed and ran into the bathroom, grabbing a stack of clothes in with me. I had ten minutes to get entirely ready before the bus came. I threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a blue t-shirt with a green hoodie. I grabbed my bag, forgetting to pack a lunch and ran out to the bus stop, just as the bus was pulling up. The old lady with one green glass eye glared at me as I made my way up the bus stairs. I turned to face everyone on the bus and received the same glare. I walked to my seat in the back of the bus. I felt something hit me on the top of the head.

                I reached down on the floor and picked up the mountain dew bottle, filled with tobacco spit that was thrown at my head. I kept my head down and felt my back being pelted with trash. Papers and spitballs littered the bus seat and floor. I picked up a piece of paper and unrumpled it, reading the scribbled words.