His Mates Pretty Little Scars

Chapter 2 - Just Not Today.

   *Above is a very rough description of Dean*

   I open my eyes as the sound of pounding feet above the ceiling can be heard. I groan as I move, my muscles sore from sitting against a wall all night. I throw on my usual outfit and comb through my hair. I hear yelling from the other side of my furnace shaped door. "Hurry up runt, we have shit to do today. Breakfast was supposed to be early, you damn idiot." I hear my fatbers voice boom on the walls around me. He didn't tell me that breakfast was supposed to be early.

       As I start to climb past the furnace, he grabs my hair and pulls me through the small opening, my body hitting metal the whole way through. He tosses me to the ground and puts his heavy boot on my throat, causing my head to hit the cement in the process. "Never again, do you hear me? I will not be disrupted by your laziness, and neither will my pack. Figure. It, out." He says through gritted teeth. My heart pounds in my chest as I try to catch a breath. He finally let's me go and pounds his feet up the stairs. I clutch my throat and tears stream down my face.

       Once I get upstairs, my body is still shaking from the anxiety of what happened downstairs. I prepare the fastest pack meal of pancakes to date, and run out of the house as quickly as I can. The sun still hasn't come up, so I grab my bag from my hiding place in the trees and start a very early walk to school. School won't be open for at least three more hours, but I can still sit on a picnic bench and draw.

       After half an hour of drawing, I begin to subconsciously sing the lyrics to one of my favorite Heather's songs. "I pray, I pray for a better way. We were kind before, we can be kind once more." My eyes tear up as the lyrics remind me of my own family.

        "We can be beautiful, just not today." I hear the heavenly voice from behind me and let out a scream as I shut my sketch book and pull it to my chest. My eyes meet his beautiful gaze as he smirks at my reaction. "You should try out, all of the other Veronica's were useless." He chuckles at his own memory.

       "I don't do stages. Or crowds. Or singing." I say awkwardly.

      His raises his left eyebrow and looks down at me. "Babe, you definitely do singing. You could beat out the original actress easily. And I don't just mean your pretty voice." He says, somewhat suggestively.

       I feel heat rise to my cheeks. I look down at my knees and hope that he will go away. "I'm Dean Snow, I just moved here with my family." He states, holding his hand out to me.

       I grab his hand gently and open my mouth to speak. "London, just London." I say quietly. He looks at my hand like it's something he has never seen before. I draw my hand back and place it on my sketch book with the other one.

       "London, what a beautiful name. Well, let's get going then." He says, turning around and walking towards the school. I raise my eyebrow at him as he turns around and stares at me. "Well, come on now. You'll never get that part if you don't audition." My throat goes dry as he mentions an audition.

       No thanks. "I think I'll just stay here." I mumble nervously, almost to quiet to hear.

       "Hmmm, nope." He says before reaching down my waist and throwing my over his shoulder. I flinch before he grabs me and cringe at the pain when he forces me over his shoulder. "Sorry, but you have too much potential." He says, assuming the cringe was nerves and not the pain from this mornings beating. He begins to walk towards the school as I smack his back to be freed. My heart races at the thought of what he could be really doing to me. Thoughts of beatings and abuse flash through my mind like a numbing wave and my thrashing becomes more violent. Tears roll down my cheeks as I wiggle around. He places his hand on my back and rubs it. The act seems to calm me down enough.