He's The Beauty And I'm The Beast

The Beast & The Car Accident

The Beast & The Car Accident

"Are you sure you want to get these? Because we can buy a pair of jeans instead," my mom asked, slightly glaring at the skimpy pair of shorts on the hanger.

I frowned for a second, then shook my head. "Let's just get some jeans," I made up my mind.

She put the shorts up on the rack and clapped her hands happily. "Good. Now let's go to Deb's."

I rolled my eyes and followed her out of the store and into the big part of the mall.

She always did this. She knows that I hate shopping, especially when it comes to seeing perfect blonde girls with shorts. At least they can flaunt their legs without getting pitied.

I'm starting a new school this year, so my mom has taken it into her own hands to shop for me. "Do we have to go? My clothes are fine," I whined, tugging on her hand.

She looked at me, shocked. "I guess we can go home. You sure you don't want a few things?" she asked, a coy smile starting to stretch across her wrinkled face.

For her age, my mom looked absolutely gorgeous. Her hair was a natural sandy blonde, which only made her skin look darker. A few crow's feet were peeking at the corners of her eyes and around her mouth due to her smile, but she still looked beautiful.

But me, I only received a few good things from her. My sandy blonde hair, and my skin color. But other than those two things, I inherited everything from my dad. My pointy nose, my green eyes, and my crooked smile. Everything about my face is off. It may have looked sort of good on my dad, but I looked like a weird looking bird. Plus, the car accident from when I was ten caused me to get stitches on my face. The stitches led to scars, which made me even uglier.

"Yeah. I just--I hate being here. I just want to go home. Please?" I pleaded. She sighed and squeezed my hand.

"Okay," she pressed her lips together.

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I opened the door to the car and ran into the house, not even bothering to shut the car door.

The day was horrible, and to top it all off, I saw people gagging at me on my way out of the mall.

It was a terrible thing for someone to do, especially to me. It's not like they could see my leg, but my face was enough.

Tears steamed down my face as I ran up the stairs and slammed my bedroom door shut. I leaned against the door and slid down until I hit the floor.

My few tears turned into fits of crying. This was the worst anyone has ever hurt me. At my old school, people knew about my accident, so they didn't treat me like an outsider, they treated me more like family.

I heard a knock on my door and my mom's soft voice on the other side of the door. "Sweetie? It's okay. Don't listen to those awful people," she said.

I closed my eyes and curled up into a ball on the floor. My parents support me in anything I do, so that means they always try to cheer me up when I'm crying.

I ignored all of the noise around me and got up from the floor and headed into my bathroom. I took off my jeans and my band t-shirt, and got into the shower.

The water was lukewarm, and didn't feel good at all. I arched my back to attempt to rinse out my hair, but it only put my back in pain.

After my cold shower, I dried myself off and put on a pair of shorts and a tank top.

I looked down at my leg. Scars ran up and down. Chunks of my skin was removed, and the parts that weren't just looked deformed and odd. I hated wearing shorts or skirts. It made my self-esteem even lower than it is when I wear jeans.

For any occasion with wearing a dress, I wore jeans, or I wore a dress with a skirt that reached the floor.

I wiped off the mirror and looked into the eyes of my reflection. My scar ran from my forehead, down the side of my face, and ended at the bottom of my jawline of the right side of my face. It had to be two inches wide, a different color than the rest of my skin.

It made me feel ugly. Sometimes, I wished the car would've taken my life instead of letting me live.

"Mary Beth, get your backpack, please," my mom said, pointing from the driver seat to the front door of the house.

I ran my small legs from the car to the front door and I grabbed my backpack, putting the straps on my shoulders. My dad kissed my forehead. "I love you, Sweetie. Have a good day at school, okay?" he said, patting my back.

I smiled up at him and showed my crooked teeth. He leaned down, grabbed my chin and shook it from side to side, making me laugh. "I love you, too, Daddy," I giggled.

He gave me a hug, then stood up, walking in the direction of the kitchen. I smiled at the floor, then heard the honk coming from my mom in the car.

I quickly ran to the car and strapped myself in the backseat. "Honey, come sit up here," she offered, "I think you're old enough now."

I climbed from the backseat to the passenger seat and clicked in my seatbelt.

My mom backed out of the driveway and started to drive down the road. She turned to me and smiled. "I bet fifth grade is going to be so--"

She was cut off by a car coming from the other road and t-boning the car on my side.

A tear hit the counter as I looked back on everything I remembered. It was a horrifying day, the worst of my life, but I'm lucky to be alive from it. A resident said that another car almost killed me, but it ran over my leg instead. The scar on my face is from crashing out of the window.

I just hoped that the next day didn't turn out to be a complete disaster.

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I know that this chapter is really short, but I ended it how I wanted to. Just so you all know, I don't want this book to be like every other romance on Wattpad, I want it to be different.

I was completely inspired by a girl on So You Think You Can Dance. Her story was very similar, so what happened in the flashback, was sort of what happened in her story of her car accident when she was seven. Her leg is very scarred up, much like Mary Beth's, but her face is completely fine. She also almost died, but unlike Mary Beth, she's extremely gorgeous!

So this book is fully dedicated to her, whatever her name is. To the girl who was confident enough to audition, even if her leg isn't normal. In its own way, it's beautiful.

Thanks to all that vote, comment, and share with your friends! Please give feedback, even a single vote from each of you would make me very happy! Love you all!!

~Debi Munroe Gridley