One step at a time

Prologue

‘You’re a worthless piece of shit nobody wants you here’ Jason spat at me I tried to keep the tears from falling but judging by the snickers of my classmates around me I wasn’t doing a particularly great job.

 ‘ha look she’s crying what a wimpy loser’ I tried to concentrate on writing the date in my English book and prayed to the gods to make them leave me alone, but the gods either didn’t hear my prayer or simply didn’t care enough to do anything as Jason the alphas son grabbed my face and turned it to look at him.

his grip so tight I was sure it would leave a bruise ‘look at me when I talk to you bi-‘ ‘what’s going on in here’ barked Mrs. Laker our teacher as she strode into the classroom. Jason let go of my face and everyone immediately mumbled nothing and glared at me silently telling me not to say anything, like I would anyway my parents loved it here and I didn’t want to ruin it for them by letting them know I was getting bullied so I hung my head and looked down at the floor.

As I was heading out of school Jessica Jason’s twin sister pushed me into the bikes and laughed as I slumped to the floor then walked away without even a glance back to see if I was okay which I wasn’t I had hit my head hard on a handlebar, and It hurt. A lot. I could tell that it was bleeding I needed to get home quick before my parents so I could clean it up.

I sprinted home which was quite hard considering I had a gaping hole in my head. I sighed as I walked through the door but was surprised when I saw my mother in front of me- she was never home this early.

She enfolded me In a big motherly hug but then she noticed the gash on my head ‘honey what happened that looks really bad’ I looked down at the ground and told her that I had just tripped and fell head first into a pile of bikes which was almost true. I looked up she didn’t look like she was buying it I was about to say something else to distract her but then she said ‘oh and look at that bruise on your face it looks like a hand who did this to you?’ I knew that it would leave a bruise that son of a-. I snapped out of my thoughts when my mother repeated ‘who did this to you’ I didn’t want to tell her but I realised I had to so I launched into it and told her everything that had been happing for the last 3 years she looked appalled as tears fell down both our cheeks when I had finished she held me close and I felt relived I had finally let go of everything that had been bottled up inside me.

The next morning my parents went straight to the alpha to request permission to leave the pack. I tried to stop them knowing they loved it here but they were having none of it. The alpha accepted immediately once he found out the reason and he told us that he would make sure to punish those responsible. We packed our bags and were gone the next day.