While most children wished for unicorns and toy soldiers when they would blow out the candles on their birthday cakes, I was far too different. I could never bring myself to wish for something so silly. But looking back at the time, I guess wishing to be loved was silly enough for me. Of course I also wished that my drunk of a Mother would stop throwing knifes, scissors or any sharp object in her vicinity at my head.
Now she wasn’t always like this, I use to have little flash backs of when she was actually a good mother, now I barely have any recollection of her. The abuse started when I was 4, and my Dad died.
Despite mentally erasing my Mother, I do remember the night my Dad died. My mom and Dad were fighting in the kitchen, and she brought up how she wanted to send me to a boarding school for troubled kids. I know at 4 years old? I must have been the devils spawn or something! And now the highly anticipated catch, it was an all-BOYS boarding school. Then what she lastly said to try and “seal the deal” with my dad made him so enrage that he screamed. “I WAN’T A DIVORCE ALEXANDRIA!” Do you oh so desperately want to know what my loving mother said? "LET HER GO, MAYBE SHE'LL GET KNOCKED UP AT 4 YEARS OLD!” Yup, my loveable mother in all her loving glory said that about me. Anyways, he then left the house in a fit of rage and that was the last time I saw him. Then a police officer came to our door that night and had said he was killed in a drunken driving accident. I remember thinking, my protector, daddy, Jim Sanders was gone forever. And now it was this one day that changed my life dramatically.
My mom came home from a drunken night of partying, like always and we were in the kitchen. She began to moan and groan about how hard she has to work to support my lazy ass. I was 6. Then she wandered on to crying and blaming me for the death of my Dad, and at times I sometimes would ignore her but that night I couldn’t stand it and I threw a cup I was washing straight at her head. It bounced off her forehead and I didn’t even see the look on her face because before the cup could even hit the floor I was bolting for the front door. She grabbed me by my hair and slammed me to the ground, I was screaming loudly. I shot up and pushed her and she lost her balance and fell on the floor.
I opened the door and ran outside and climbed a tree. Hey give me a break. I was only 6 and couldn’t even cross the street yet. Across the street though was a park and there was quite a bit of people outside. Despite seeing my all beaten up they just stood back and watched. My Mom finally got outside and began to climb up; she was about halfway up and could barely touch my shoe. Yup I was that high. She finally grabbed a hold on my shoe and yanked me down. She didn’t even bother to catch me and I hit the ground with a loud thud and blacked out. I remember feeling warmth immediately and smelled the cologne my dad use to wear. I was so happy, until I heard my annoying Mothers voice. "GIVE ME MY DAUGHTER, YOU WEIRDO!" I felt her hands try and pull me away from the person, I gripped they’re shirt. I felt them release me but that just made me hold on tighter. "Elizabeth Sanders, let go of the man now!" My mother spat through her teeth. She began gripping my sides; digging her nails into me. I shrieked. "Owe mommy you’re hurting my sides. “I heard more foot steps behind the weird man. "Let go of her!" a man’s voice yelled. "You’re hurting her!" another one said, as the man I was holding hugged me again. "She deserves a lot more than this, FOR KILLING HER FATHER!" She yelled, yanking me from the man. I finally opened my eyes and looked up at them. There were 5 of them, 2 had black hair and the other 3 had brown hair. The one I was holding smiled at me then glared at my Mother, his eyes turning a dark yellow. "You’re the most disgusting human being I’ve ever met!" He said to my mom. Then I was out of my mother’s hands in a blink of an eye, he threw me on his back and ran at an inhuman speed. "Don’t worry, you’ll be okay" and with that I was.
11 years later
I yawned as I squinted at my alarm clock. It read 4:59. *BEEP BEEP*. I screamed and threw my alarm clock against the mirror Evan gave me then all of them ran in. "What’s wrong" Daymon said. I laughed nervously "Umm, my alarm clock scared me." I said then in a blink of an eye I was hanging out the window. I screamed then Nick pulled me back in. "Jesus Bri, lighten’ up!" He said to Brian. "She woke me up, for a stupid alarm clock?" He said in disbelief looking at me. "Hey don’t blame me; I didn’t know y’all would just come running in!" I protested. They finally looked at me and blushed. I was in my strawberry designed bra and matching underwear, I pointed to my boyfriend sleeping peacefully in my bed. Brian looked at his hands probably realizing that he touched me. "Goodnight" I said laughing, while I headed towards the door. I opened the door and gestured for them to get out, they all walked slowly out of the room still blushing. It was funny watching werewolf’s blush! I sighed and walked over to my bed, David was sound asleep. I smiled and laid next to him, I guess I’ll just shut my eyes for a little while longer…..
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Re-edited
Wassup guys? So I went back and cleaned up the first chapter a bit because it bothered me to see it so messy. Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and please keep on reading!
-Ariel.
