Two Paper Planes Flying; Teen Wolf

Chapter One

I knew it was at least 3 am but I didn't dare to close my eyes and sleep, it didn't matter that I started school tomorrow. I didn't even trust that my dad would let me sleep, he'd been drinking again. It's the nights like these that I wish my mom took me with her when she left. But she doesn't even bother to call, I'm not even sure she'll want me to visit her, but I'm not sure if I'd want to after she left me with my dad and forced us to move here. She wants to be as far away from my father as she can, even if that means leaving me behind.

It's 5 before I hear any noises, it was the sound of glass breaking that caused my eyes to open again. I decided to check, even though I knew who it was. But when I did, I found myself shaking as I got out of bed, and I'm not sure it was from the cold. When I made it to the kitchen on my wobbly legs, he was passed out on the couch, the broken glass on the ground next to him, he must have dropped it in his sleep. Thank goodness, I didn't want to risk starting my first day at Beacon Hills High School with a black eye, or worse.

After I shower and brush my hair I throw on some clothes and grab my backpack. I decided it would be better to walk to school than wake my dad up and ask him to drive me since I had never gotten around to getting my license. As I walk I try and take in my surroundings, I know my dad used to live here but once he left he never looked back, he never even talked about the place. I can see why, there's something here that's off-putting, a strange feeling I can't manage to shake. But I'm probably just worried about starting at a new high school in the middle of my sophomore year.

When I arrive my heart starts beating a lot faster than it should be. I've heard some things that happened before I got here, like a string of murders committed by a mountain lion, at least they have bigger things to worry about than a new student. I walk into the school and I'm immediately lost apparently it was obvious because a blonde boy with curly hair asked if I needed help finding where I was going.
"Was it that obvious?"
"Sort of, I'm Isaac"
"I'm Jade," I say trying to put on a smile, "I'm trying to find the principal's office, It's my first day."
"Here, I'll show you," he says returning the smile.
He leads me to the principal's office and leaves with a parting wave and a smile. I'm about to wave back but I'm interrupted by the lady at the desk, she goes on a tangent about the school rules and such. She already knew my name and asked me if I knew anyone at the school, but before I could answer she cut me off and said, "I'm sure you'll meet some amazing friends, and maybe even get yourself a boyfriend, I've heard the lacrosse ones are nice."
The comment made me a bit uncomfortable, but I flashed a smile and chuckled hoping that my discomfort hadn't shown. Eventually, she hands me my schedule and walks me to class, of course, the bell had already rung with meant I had to make an entrance. Great. When we make it to class she gives me a smile before opening the door. She gestures for me to walk through and when I do she immediately closes it behind me like I was the one inconveniencing her. While that had made me a little upset I had bigger things to deal with, like the entire class staring at me while I waited for the teacher to give me a seat. I can see the boy who walked me to the principal's office sitting in the third row. Isaac. That was his name. He gave me a sympathetic look, and it was then I noticed the bruises he had. I had a good idea of what they were from, I frowned, how could I have missed those before? The teacher introduced me and gave me a seat in the front row. Okay, that was only mildly embarrassing. I could feel someone staring at me, so I looked over and saw a boy with dark hair and judgmental eyes looking at me like he was staring at my soul, analyzing everything I'd ever done. I gave him a sarcastic smile to let him know I saw him, he sank into his seat and held a hand as a sort of apology. He was kinda cute, in the way that he was probably one of the most honest people you'll ever meet kinda way.

The rest of the day was a blur, I know I got a number of looks but I didn't bother caring. A lot of people introduced themselves to me but I could tell it was out of pity. I had several classes with the judgmental dark-haired boy and he ended up introducing himself as Stiles and I may have chuckled a bit when he said it. But I didn't end up seeing Isaac again, I was a little disappointed but I didn't think much of it. When the day was finally over, I was a little too relieved, it hadn't been a bad day, but I was getting sick of teachers handing me piles of work and books. After the walk home I was exhausted, I collapsed on my bed and started looking through the pile of work my teachers had given me. None of it was hard, it wasn't anything I hadn't done before, so I did a handful of it and without realizing it I fell asleep.

I woke up to the slam of the door and knew I was in trouble, I had forgotten to clean up the glass he dropped. Not that he had told me to but it was this thing he expected, I hated it, I'm pretty sure I hated everything about him when he was drunk. When he opened my door, he started yelling that I was a lazy piece of shit he wishes he never created. It hurt, but not as bad as when he stepped closer and slapped me, I could smell the alcohol on his breath and it made me nauseous. He yanked me off my bed and dragged me to the couch then he pushed me onto the broken glass. I could feel the pieces pierce the skin on my knees and the tears threatening to fall, but I couldn't let them, it would only make everything worse. He made me pick up the pieces with my bare hands, I was shaking, but I was used to this, he did this kind of shit all the time, but this time it was too far. This was going to leave cuts everywhere, hopefully, the slap wasn't going to leave a mark. Once the glass was cleaned up he dragged me back into my room and slammed the door, he could have kept going but he didn't.

I sat in my room tears pouring from my eyes, I wasn't making a sound, but my body was shaking uncontrollably, I didn't want him to come back in. There were still pieces of glass in my knees and I knew I had to get them out. I found a pair of tweezers in one of my boxes and picked out the biggest pieces, if there were any left I wasn't going to be able to reach them, I was shaking too badly. They wouldn't stop bleeding and there were tiny cuts on my hand but it wasn't enough to cause concern. What the hell am I going to do? I need help. I didn't have anyone to call, I didn't know anyone and I couldn't call 911, they would get my dad in trouble, he could lose his job and I couldn't do that to him. I need to get out of here. I open up my window as slowly as I can and climb out. I walk shakily, trying not to panic or collapse, I don't know where I'm going or how I'm going to make it there. But I have to try. It's not like these are lethal cuts, but I've lost enough blood to make me feel a little woozy.

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