The WereGirl and the WereBoy *ON HOLD*

Chapter 1

Above: Maia Mitchell as Julie Anne Carter

Julie Anne

My head leans into the corner of my bedroom, my brown hair surrounds my round face and hides the tears rolling freely. They are traitors. I did not give them permission to fall but they betrayed my and flooded the gates. The pain is constant through the core of my body, I will have some good bruises by tonight. It's the last week of summer and the first day of senior year couldn't come faster. My life will change when school starts. I won't be stuck here 24/7 and I will be free to be alone and not have to look over my shoulder every second. 

My mother made a mistake, but she thought he was an amazing person and didn't see the side I got to see. His children will never be my brothers and he will never be my father. I still to this day think he arranged her death. If she died, he received her fortune. She had millions saved for my college and to support herself for the rest of her life. Then the accident happened and she was attacked by a wolf. She had things to tell me that she will never be able to tell me, things I will go through and I won't have a mother there to turn to. My father left after I was born and he is a nobody to me, but sometimes I wish he didn't leave because He wouldn't be here. I could be a totally different person with a totally different life. A happy family maybe a little sister Cara who doesn't look anything like me but does at the same time. This is my far away corner. The corner that takes me away from here to my other life. The dreamt up life I have created, but is a better reality than this nightmare I live.

I hear laughing and music coming from upstairs, but I know that even if I wanted to join, I wouldn't even be able to get through the basement door. After her death, he moved me into the basement. Gave me 1 hour to get all my things into boxes and whatever wasn't in one would be thrown out. My large beautiful furniture didn't get to come either. That day will forever be burned in my mind. My heart bounding, the many boxes on the floor, the clothes being thrown left and right. Belongings stuffed into boxes, pictures being taken down and stacked from bottom to top of the crates that would start me new life. When that door flew open I had just enough time to grab my mothers jewelry box from her pile of stuff in their room. Everything else of hers would be thrown out or given away along with my things that I couldn't get. The basement was cold and dark but the days when the boys were gone and he was drunk I snuck in lamps and paint to spice up and make it my own. Now, yes it isn't homey but it is the closest thing to comfort I have. This is my safe place.

He never comes down here and for that I will forever be grateful to the gods above. I am his punching bag and I can't do anything about it. His 3 boys, Ben, Ethan and Josh, don't pay attention to me. They don't look at me, touch me, or think about me. It makes my life easier. Sometimes I can see the anger in Josh's eyes when they fall on a new bruise or scratch. He won't dare talk to me though. He doesn't want to join me in my punishment. Only 7 more days and my hell becomes smaller and more tolerable. 

{Later that night}

The sound of the unlocking of the door jerks me from my fake life and I fly to my bed to sit pretty. 

"Dinner." is all Josh says then turns away.

"Okay." I whisper to myself just using my voice so that I don't forget that I have one.

I walk up the old wood stairs and come to the first floor. The air smells of meatloaf and yummy things but I know what my dinner is. It is a Monday so it is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I walk close to the wall like a shadow creeping out on the streets at night. Slipping into the kitchen I see the tall, tan, green eyed kid. Josh takes one look at me then hands me the brown bag that contains my dinner. 

"Thank you." I squeak out and nod my head and keep my eyes to the floor. I go to turn but a large hand is placed on my shoulder and my heart starts to pitter and batter harder and harder. 

"Did someone talk to you first Julie Anne Carter?" His booming voice rattles my bones.

"N-n-nooo sir." I stammer realizing I spoke out of turn. 

"When will you learn?" He asks grasping my hair and pulling my back.

I hold in the cry and the tears and stare hard at the floor not daring to look up. His hand raises and Cara floods my mind. The beautiful two storied log cabin, the tall pines, the wet rain and the smiles of my mother and non-existant father protect me from the stinging of his slaps. I know there won't be just one but at the least 10 depending on his mood. The thunder from the storm in my dream end and Cara slowly slips away and my nightmare because my reality. I open my eyes to find I am looking at the dark wood tile on the kitchen floor. I can feel the hot liquid dripping down my face. His heavy footsteps get farther and the voices get louder as they forget the events of what have happened. I peel myself off the floor and quickly get the mop to clean the floor of my blood. Takes a matter of 2 minutes and I bolt down to my room. Minutes later the bolt on that door sounds and I know I am locked in. 

The brown bag sits on my small desk I just sit and stare at it. Sighing, I get up to get my plate and take my sandwich out of the bag. I place it on the plate and suddenly lose my appetite. Knowing I won't eat anything solid until I get lunch tomorrow, I force myself to eat. The night falls and I slip into bed letting Cara and my family pull me into a fairytale that will never exist. 

Hey guys! Well I decided to take the short stories I have been writing and turn them into a story for all of you guys. I hope you guys have enjoyed the first chapter and get a very good feel for Julie Anne's life. Comment and Vote!! Hope you all love this new journey.