Taking a Chance

Chapter 4

Three years later

 "Come on Angelique, we are freshmen in college and it's your 18th birthday live a little." The music was loud and the lights were flashing and the next thing I know, Carrie was pulling me on the dance floor. She's swaying her hips to the beat of the song facing me while holding my hands.

Most girls would be ecstatic to be turning 18. Me not so much. After what my low life of a father did to me I was scared to meet my mate. What if he thought I was weak because I couldn't fight him off. Or what if he thought I was a whore and didn't want me anymore. 

"Angie come on you know you love this song." I couldn't help but smile when I recognize the song and knew she was right.  "All you" by The Cataracs was playing and I started to sway my hips to beat of the song and lip sing to the chorus. I felt completely free. When I'm dancing no one can judge me because they're all doing the same thing. 

I got lost in the song forgetting about my birthday, my mate, my past and I just had fun, but then I came back to reality when I felt someone's hands start moving down my waist and hips. My whole body froze and I couldn't breathe. It was like I could still feel my father's hands on my body.

Carrie sensed my reaction and came to my rescue. "Hey big boy why don't you dance with me, my friend was about to go to the bar." Thank god for Carrie, she always gets me out of awkward situations no matter what they are. Since shes also a wolf she can sense my distress and come help me. When Carrie started dancing with him I started to walk towards the bar thinking a drink was what I needed.

After a year I still think about what happened that night. That's the thing though ever since I got out of the hospital my wounds healed, but I was still broken. I took comfort in a lot of food and after talking to countless therapists I could never really get over another guy touching my body because my wolf would always think it's that sick bastard. No one could find where he went. But as of right now he is considered a rogue and our alpha sent word to other alphas just in case he went on their land to capture him and hold him.

I still go to support groups and tell other teens my story, but not to find comfort, but to help other girls overcome what they are going through. Without the trauma in my life, I wouldn't have realized that what I want to be is a guidance consular for teens, human and wolfs. I wanted to help others who didn't know they needed help.

As I'm walking towards the bar I see a couple of human girls completely drunk out of their mind. I normally avoid the drunken crowd when I'm here since they always seem to say what's on their mind without thinking. This time it's really hard to avoid them because they are standing right in front of the bar. They take one look at me and start to make their way over.

"Your friends with that slut Carrie right?" Carrie has grown a reputation of dating a lot; well I wouldn't call it dating, more like she has a lot of flings and that's because she hasn't yet reached her 18th birthday so she hasn't met her mate.

 "Yeah I'm friends with Carrie but she's not a slut. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror lately" She looks me up and down and smirked. "Sweetie don't tell me to look in a mirror when you probably can't look at your whole self in one"

It was hard starting my life over again after the attack. I would come home crying from school because people would talk about what happened to me. Mostly it would be the human kids gossiping about stuff but out alpha gave direct orders not to mention the subject around me. I just wish there were more wolfs than humans in our school, but I would hear about it in every class, but Carrie was always there to tell people to shut up.

I could feel the tension in the air, I looked back at the girl and stared her down and laughed "I would rather be fat then have an STD" then I turned on my heel and walked away. I decided to walk to the other bar on the other side of the dance floor. Once I started walking further away I started to feel a little better of myself. Yes, I'm not your average size 2, but that doesn't mean shit. What I make up for appearance I make up for personality and brains.