Deep Cuts Always Scar

Chapter 1

BREE

I was a little six year old, in a pretty pink dress. There was a clown, with kids surrounding it, screaming for a purple dog balloon, or a yellow giraffe.

My innocent mind didn't assess the road before I ran across it. It was too late for me to step away but all of a sudden I felt a shove from behind me, pushing me away from the incoming car. I quickly looked back to see dad's frightened, yet relieved eyes bore into mine, before the car made contact and I never saw those eyes again.

The shrill of the bell shook me from my memories. A tear slipped down my face but I quickly wiped it away. I shoved the sleeves up of my baggy jumper and piled up my books.

I looked up at the clock and counted down the seconds. 10... 9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1... 'Happy Birthday, Bree' I pathetically thought to myself. I am now officially 16.

I smiled to myself as I realized that today I may be loved. I guess now would be good to tell you I'm a werewolf. I am yet to change as that happens in your first week or so after your 16th birthday.

I can't wait to. To run free, take out anger, get rid of hurt. I could really use that now. I sighed and walked out the door to lunch. Reluctantly I placed my books into my locker and walked to the cafeteria.

I walked over to the line with my head down hoping no one would see me. I felt slightly better knowing that it was my birthday so I got a burger and a big piece of chocolate mud cake. I paid and walked towards my table, where I sat by myself.

I was meters from my table when I bumped into someone, sending me and my food sprawling across the floor. I looked up into a pool of forest green eyes. They seemed endless as they read my soul.

"Mate," I whispered quietly, but everyone heard.

Someone scoffed and that brought me out of my trace and made me realise who I was looking at. Austin Maner. Aka, most drooled after, popular guy in the school/ to be alpha. Oh, and did I mention he was one of the leaders of my hell hole of a life.

But you see, after everything he did, I could maybe look over it because he was my mate. He was the one to love me.

Someone scoffed again and I looked over at who it was and my hopes died.

Harriet Watson. Again, most drooled after popular girl in the school. I scrambled to my feet. ", Tim, teach you sister not to lie," Harriet sneered.

That was when my oh so loving (note sarcasm) pushed around them and came up to me.

"Aww sis," he said teasingly, "Don't fill yourself with false dreams. Make more realistic ones like, oh I don't know, garbage lady. No wait they might mistake you for the garbage not the lady," he continued smacking his head as everyone laughed. "I mean come on, I pity who ever your mate is. Who would want junk like you?"

He stepped forward so he was towering over my short, stub figure. \"You should've died instead of dad, because at least someone could love him, unlike you."

Tears welled in my eyes but I tried to push them back.

He knew how hard that hurt. I was a daddy's girl. Always have been. And when he was gone because of me I could barely live.

He stepped back as laughter exploded from the heartless people that surrounded me.

I looked over at Austin, hurt but hope in my eyes. I still hoped he would take me. He was my mate, he had to, right?

His face softened but was so quickly covered with a cold, disgusted look that I wondered if I had imagined it.

"He's right. You're not my mate. And even if you were, I would never except you. You a fat pig that can barely fit through a door. I would never love you, and no one ever will. Anywhere I have this," he said bring Harriet to him, "and you could never compete." and with that he pulled her into a passionate kiss right in front of me.

My tears that I tried so hard to hold back flowed endlessly as they continued to basically make out in front of me. I quickly shoved through the laughing crowd and ran.

I grabbed my bag and high tailed out of the school. I stopped at the edge and looked back for the last time at the school that has caused me nothing but pain. I was never coming back.

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