Scars forever

1. Scars that would be Scars forever

Hello reader, 

I just want to  re- assert to you all that this is my first English story. As you can see, it is still under major construction. Also, I want to say that this is MY story and my idea. It may be a little corny and cliche, but oh well, this is WATTPAD. We see them all the time. ^^ Enjoy reading!

Your busy writer, 

Abby Delgado. 

Chapter 1 

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‘’ Mom, what is a mate? ‘’ I clearly remembered asking my mother and my father as he hugged her from behind, looking as perfect as ever. 

‘’A mate is someone who will always be there for you and who will love you no matter what. ‘’ 

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Now, I watch my mate as he share a torrid kiss with our school’s cheerleader and shewolf, Priscilla. I flinched when she smirked at me when she saw me looking. My heart broke seeing him enjoy himself while I was here, physically present yet unnoticed. Only the beautiful ones are noticed.

Only the beautiful ones are noticed by him too. All the girls I see hanging in his arms are all beautiful, with tan long legs, huge breasts and bottoms. Me? I also have those. But with added fats on my stomach, thighs and everywhere else.

It hurts to see him smiling when he was with these girls when he doesn’t even smile when with me. But it must have had hurt knowing your mate was a fat girl when you’re drop-dead gorgeous future Alpha. A strong alpha needs a strong luna, he said when his blue eyes gazed at me with utter disgust and disapproval.

Once, I thought that when you find your mate, nature will act accordingly; you'll fall in love and he too, a lot deeper than you will to him, probably. Once, I had thought that when I find my destined one, it will not matter if I look ugly. After all, everyone has a beautiful side, right? That's not the case for me and him though.

I discovered that he was my mate when he came to our house to 'have fun' with my brother. It was too brave of me to confront him that night. Too much that it makes me cringe when I remember it. I cannot even remember how I approached him or what was the first thing I said but I remember him telling me to shut up and not tell anyone.

At first, I though I was really lucky to have an alpha as a mate. But reality came rushing down at me like a big bucket of ice cold water. Sadly, reality seems to love throwing an Ice-bucket challenge at me; and whether I like it or not, I cannot agree nor refuse.

Like now, for example.

 I am in a congratiolations party for the pack's future Alpha. Many teenagers are present with red cups in their hands. I wish I had the confidence of dancing in a tight space such as those boys and girls grinding at each other on the dance floor. Sadly, I neither have the confidence and the desire to dance like that.

I sensed someone looking at me but I didn't have to look to know it was my brother. Oh! the irony, he is my soulmate's best friend and the chosen next Beta of the pack. I didn't look away and watched my 'soulmate' kissing passionately with Priscilla. It was like it was only them in the room. They did not care at all. HE did not care at all. 

My breathing grew more uneven as my heart constricts because of continuous heartbreak. I still did not look away. It was my way of punishing myself; of trying to erase this feeling of helplessness within me. 

Then an idea hit me- a bold and sorry one. I walked towards them and with all the strength I had, I pulled them away from each other. 

‘You FAT bitch! What do you think you're doing?'' Priscilla screeched. She used her supernatural power and pushed me and because of me being slightly overweight, I fell down on my fat arse.

Everyone laughed, except my mate. He looked angry, furious even. I stared at his eyes and saw a hint of softness but as quickly as it appeared, it vanished. My stupid eyes started to tear up as the pain began to caught up with me and my sorry situation.

‘’Awww..'' The crowd sang. 

‘’ So, what do you say Jake? Are you still up for later? ‘’ Priscilla asked him then. 

Jake looked away from me and turned to Priscilla. He smiled lustily and kissed her again passionately as if I wasn’t there.

For the first time of my life I felt anger. I quickly stood up and said; ‘’I hate that you are my mate! I HATE YOU!!!’’ I shouted at him.

They all froze and then moments later they boomed in laughter. Jake turned to me, his ice-blue eyes were cold and unforgiving. He didn't look as handsome as he was before then. Then he laughed scornfully. ‘’You? My mate? Are you dreaming girl?!’’  These words broke my heart and as I stood in front him, right at the moment  I knew I would never forget these words.

‘Haha ugly bitch! What a dreamer! ‘’ One girl shouted. 

‘’ Hahaha mate?! Too funny‘’ A guy exclaimed.

 ‘Nobody is ever going to like her.” Another boy said.

Then Priscilla slowly came over to me and with the glass of beer she was holding, she spilled it directly onto my face. My eyes were still on him, waiting no, hoping he’ll come around before I break down into pieces. He didn’t.

‘’I hope you’ll wake up one day.” Priscilla said.

‘’ Look! An ugly WET pig!! ‘’ A girl shouted. They laughed at me.

How could a pack do this to their pack mate? Pack are suppose to stick together. Oh, maybe because I am not in this pack. Never was. Never since my parents died and my brother suddenly abandoned me for his friends. 

I hated them then, I hated them so much that I swore it deep into my soul that I do.

“Please understand him.’’  I shook my head, erasing the weak pained- voice of my inner wolf.

No one loved me. No one! My parents didn’t. If they did, they would have come back. I wouldn’t feel left out if they’re here. I turned around and walked briskly. My head bowed low and my hair hiding my tear stained face. People pushed me away from them as I get near them. “Careful fatty!” I heard someone say.

I made my way outside the party in the pack house and just ran, ignoring the sudden loud thunder and the rain that soaked through my clothes. Is the rain crying for me too? Were these tears from my parents if they are watching right now? 

‘’No! go back to him!! WE NEED HIM!!’’ my wolf lamented.

‘’NO! We don’t need him any longer! It’s your fault! I shouldn’t listen to you! I shouldn’t love him! I SHOULD HAVE STAYED AWAY! ’’ I shouted while running. ‘’ YOU’RE WEAK!! YOU’RE WEAK!! WEAK!!! ‘’ I shouted until my voice cracked and my throat hurt.

I saw the woods - dark and enchanting, beckoning me to come and forget.  I made my way towards it and transformed into my wolf. 

Letting myself, my feelings, disappear through the trees and the mist. Letting, Lyka Crawford disappear and for the wounds they inflicted on her turn to scars. Scars that would would be Scars forever.

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