Mated to the Human

Chapter 1

Sunday October 23rd 2016

Jayson's P.O.V.

I was sitting in my new room. On my new bed. In my new house. Me and my mom had just moved here. I've never known my dad, and I know my mom blames me for his disappearance.

I swept my blond hair out of my eyes and looked into the mirror. There I saw the eyes of a sixteen-year-old boy that had bruises under his long-sleeved shirt. And on his chest. And on his legs.

A boy that had been abused by his mother, and had been physically and mentally bullied all his life by almost everybody he knew. Only his older sister Susan was ever nice to him. But her visits were rare and short.

I looked down at my feet. I wasn't wearing any socks and you could clearly see the cuts underneath my feet as soon as I lifted them.

I was worried about school tomorrow. It would be my first day and no matter how many times I had moved before, school stayed school. A place where people like me got bullied and people like Josh would bully me.

The thing was that I didn't understand why I got bullied. I understood why my mother hated me, but I don't remember ever doing anything wrong or out of place at school.

I shook my head, as if to shake all the memories away. Maybe, it would be different this time.

Maybe.

***

Monday October 24th 2016

I woke up the next morning to the sound of my alarm and quickly rushed out of bed to get dressed and prepare mom's breakfast.

When I was finished with the eggs and toast I made myself some sandwiches and packed my school bag. Then quietly, as not to awake my mom I opened the front door and stepped outside. I closed the door with the same caution and then took off towards school.

It was a ten-minute walk and I was grateful for the good weather. When I arrived at the building I noticed that I was fifteen minutes early and the building was still empty. So, I decided to head to the principal's office to get my schedule.

It was a small school so luckily I didn't get lost. I knocked on the door that had 'OFFICE' on it in big bold letters and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in." A woman said.

I opened the door.

"What do you want?"

The principle's eyes were glued to the computer screen. And from what I could see she wasn't busy with school stuff.

"My schedule miss."

The woman waved her hand in the direction of a pile of papers.

When I final found my schedule the bell went, signalling I had five minutes to get to class. I thanked the principal who dismissively waved her hand in my direction before I walked to class.

The hallways were now packed with people but luckily no one payed attention to me.

So far so good.

***

Nope, school was still the same as always. Same kind of bullies, same kind of insults, same kinds of bruises.

My first class had been history, which was pretty okay. The teacher was called Milo and was some-where in his sixties. But he was very nice, even though most students were on their phones while he talked.

But then came P.E. Since I didn't know I had to bring gym clothes I ended up having to get some from the lost and found. Which ended up with me having a too large shirt, way to tight pants and being the laughing stock of the class.

After that for the rest of the day came the bullying. But it was better than at my last school. There they would follow me all the way home, which was a good thirty minutes away. Here at least it stopped outside of school hours.

I came home and immediately went to the kitchen to make dinner. When I was finished I grabbed my school bag and went upstairs to make my homework.