Seducing Alpha

♔Chapter One♔ E

Seducing Alpha

Chapter 1

Picture: Sasha Summers


My fingers lightly touched the bruises marring my skin creating a sick feeling in my stomach. Seeing the different assorted colors everywhere made me feel repulsive. I flinched as my eyes skimmed over every cut, every bruise, and every blemish I had. I was appalled with myself. 


I still wondered at times how someone like me who went through a decade of abuse could still be alive. Tears prickled at the corner of my eyes. I couldn't face myself crying while looking in the mirror. Slowly I climbed into the tiny tub switching the nozzle on to the hottest water there was, pulling the shower curtain to make sure no water leaked out. Everything burned. My body burned, but still I stood there under the blistering hot water. Feeling the pain from the flames of hot water made me feel numb. My arms laid nimbly by my sides. 


The tears in my eyes finally came down in a rush. I silently let myself cry. This was something I did as a treat once a week; I pathetically cried in the shower. When there weren't any tears left to shed I turned the water down wrapping myself up in a towel. The cold touch of air made me shiver in pleasure. The change from hot air to cold made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.


I walked out into my room. I didn't think it could really even be considered a room seeing how little it was. I was grateful for at least having a room. Before we moved here I was to sleep in the cold dull basement we had. I could still remember my father's drunken nights when I was little and shivered in disgust not wanting to remember.


I looked over at one side of my room where all my clothes were. Two boxes. The two boxes held all my belongings. Opening up one of them I grabbed a pair of old sweatpants that had came from the Salvation Army, a hoodie three sizes too big and undergarments. My shoes which I've had for the past four years were already warring out. 


I grabbed my book bag that had a notebook, pencil and my little phone that I rarely used. Quietly, I pulled the ladder down that led to the second level of the house. Climbing out of the attic I listened for another person. Nobody was home. Letting out a shaky breath of relief, I walked down to the first floor. My stomach grumbled as I walked past the kitchen. I knew it would be too risky to eat anything without him finding out. My stomach let out another louder growl. 


I rationalized with myself. By the time he came home he'll be drunk out of his mind. He wouldn't notice a small piece of food missing. The hungry part of me was already in the dingy kitchen searching for anything edible. I had to grab something quick. It would take at least fifteen minutes to get to school. 


Shoving half a pop tart I found in an opened shelf into my mouth, I ran out the door locking it behind me. The cold air nipped at my exposed skin. I shivered pulling my bag closer to my chest. My mouth felt dry from the stale tart, the strawberry flavor exploded in my mouth causing me to get a slight sugar rush. My water bottle was left at home causing me to scold myself for being so idiotic to leave it. The streets were empty around my abandoned house. There were no other houses around, just large trees surrounding me. No other people around to hear my silent cries for help at night. 


I turned the first corner; a view of dainty looking houses caught my eye. They looked so lovely and cozy. My feet shuffled against the cement ground. I really needed a new pair of shoes I thought to myself as I walked along the edge of the sidewalk. Finally about ten minutes later I made it to my new school. Riverview Senior High. The name of the school sounded like it came out of a movie. A very cliché movie. 


I could see from a distant as many students hopped off the buses with their friends. Other older teenagers surrounded the parking lot showing off their expensive looking cars. With that sort of money I would have high tailed my ass out of this town getting as far away from my father as I could. 


Walking through the main door I tried not to let it bother me that so many people actually decided to look my way. I could feel the stares boring into the sides of my head, making me cringe away gulfing myself up into the large sweater I wore. Opening up the office door I let the hot blast of heat warm my cold cheeks. 


I took a step forward toward the secretary's desk. "Excuse me?" I asked in my pathetic little voice. A young middle aged blonde woman looked up from tapping away at her computer. Her smile seemed to stretch miles out and gave me the vibe of cheerfulness. Her smile flattered slightly as she sniffed the air.


I sniffed the air a little along with her. What was wrong? All I could smell was my peach shampoo from my wet hair. She smiled again as she spoke, "Hello sweetie. You're the new student I presume?" I only gave her a small nod. 


"Call me Mrs. Simon, and come to me if you need any help with anything," Mrs. Simon said as she handed me a manila folder. She went straight on back to tapping away on her computer with her perfectly manicured nails. 


I slowly walked out into the crowded hallway. People still swarmed the hall as I tried to find myself a spot to stand to look at my schedule. People were everywhere. Left and right I could hear voices loud and soft. "Ow," yelped a voice behind me. Shocked I turned around only to bump into a stranger. "Sorry," I said to the stranger not bothering to look up. 


My folder fell out of my hand causing everything in it to scatter on the floor. People started to walk all over them causing them to step on my hands. I flinched back as bright red marks started to cover my hands. Getting down on my knees I reached out for my papers when suddenly pink nail polished fingers reached out to help. "It's okay," Her high pitched voice replied before handing me my papers.


"Sasha is it?" Asked the same voice. I looked up to spot bright green vibrant eyes looking right back at me. Her hand held my information sheet giving me the clue that that was how she figured out my name. I finally stood to my feet glancing around at the people staring at us. They were all whispering amongst each other. And this time I had a feeling it wasn't about me.