Alpha's Abused Mate

Chapter Two

Rosie's POV

As I am walking down the sidewalk, I feel a dull ache in my right ribs and my back. I think back to the night before.

My father usually came home from some bar very drunk right after I return from errands. He always gets very angry and mean toward me, and can sometimes hurt me after one too many drinks.

But yesterday was different. When I came home from the grocery store with food for his dinner, I noticed he was not there. It usually takes the whole day to buy everything he needs. He would always be home to check the grocery bags and money to see if I stole anything, but I never did.

I just assumed that he was going to stay at the bar longer to drink away more anger like he always did. So when he was gone, I did all of the daily chores that he assigns me to do. I then listened to music while cooking our dinner which consisted of salad, pasta, and vegetables.

After an hour of cooking, it was finished and I could lay my clothes out for my first day of school. As I was walking upstairs the door slammed open.

I froze afraid he would hear me and ask me why I was home. He probably had no idea that he was the one coming home later than usual, and I was the one on time.

"Rosalyn!" my dad yelled, obviously drunk.

"Yes Father? What is it you need?" I asked carefully, afraid that he would assign me more harsh chores.

"Where's my dinner?" he slurred.

"I put it on the counter for you Sir," I said with fear evident in my voice. "Is there anything else that you need?" I asked while walking back up the stairs to get as far away from his as possible.but that is definitely not where he wanted me to go.

"Get back down here!" he yelled, his face red with fury. This was the most mad I had ever seen him. He stumbled toward the stairs a pissed off look on his face because he was so mad. And boy was he mad. I could almost the steam fuming out of his ears.

"Why is he so angry!" I thought, "I will never escape this terrible place or be free from him. This is bad, he never gets this angry!"

While I am busy freaking out about my life ending, my father was taking my silence as ignorance, and screamed at me, "Are you just going to stand there?" he asked.

"No," I answered weakly looking at the floor, slowly making my way down to him. Once I was in front of him he slapped me so hard across my face, that I fell to the ground.

"Why do you disobey me?!" he asks angrily. I look up at him from the ground, my face stinging with pain.

"Umm- I am sorry! I was not trying to," I replied in fear of him. Why is he so angry? He never hits me.

"Don't lie to me!" he yelled again. He then kicked me with all of his strength in my ribs.

I screamed and curled up in a tight ball, trying to protect myself, but he kept kicking me over and over. He mostly hit me on my back and ribs. Darkness started to cloud over my vision.

"You will learn your lesson you worthless living being!"

He kept hitting and kicking me then I passed out.
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After thinking about last night I look up and see the school I shall be attending for Senior year. Two months from now I will be seventeen and it would have been eleven years since my mom died, or I killed her.

Most girls would be excited about their birthday coming up but I bet it will be just like any other day, if not worse.

I walk through the school halls of my new school with my head down. I instantly follow the sea of people headed to the gym for orientation.

Once inside the gym find my way to the back of the bleachers. What I assume is the principle starts talking.

"This is going to be a great year for everyone at Frankfort High School!" He exclaims overly excited.

What a year this will be.

When he is done with his speech, we all head to our first periods.

I head to the room where my AP Lang teacher, Mr. Smith is. We are allowed to sit where we want, so I head straight to the back of the class in the corner, next to an empty seat.

I sit down and put my backpack next to me. Mrs. Smith tells us to get out a our notebooks. I bend down to find my book.

After I get it I look up and see a guy, my age or probably older, sitting in the chair next to me. He has brown hair and a fit body.

My eyes meet his and they seem familiar. They are the brightest blue I have ever seen.

I feel some weird kind of pull toward him.

I think I look like a creep for staring at him for so long but he was looking at me too.

He then muttered something under his breath that sounded like "ate."

"What does that mean?" I think to myself.

I notice that he has been staring at my cheek and eye for awhile. Oh no! I think I forgot to cover up my bruises this morning! How could I have forgotten?

The mystery guy reaches out toward my face, but I flinch away.

"What happened to your eye?" He growled. What the heck! He just growled, like an animal. That is scary. I haven't answered his question so I do.

"Oh!" I exclaim softly, "Umm-I fell down the stairs?" I ask more than state.

"I don't believe you," he replies with a soft look in his blue eyes. Why is he so persistent? Nobody ever cares. Why does he? Why do I feel some sort of pull toward him, like he is safe?

"Well, that is what happened," I stated firmly, "Why do you ask?" I question.

"Just wanted to make sure you are alright," he answers, still obviously not believing me.

I look back at my notebook, feeling almost unignored, a feeling that I had wanted for almost 11 years.

I am going to figure this guy out.

Sorry about this pretty terribly written chapter. I rarely see people drunk, and when's they are they are amusing not abusive. I tried to make it longer!

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