Why Me? (Discontinued)

Chapter 16: Time for the past to resurface

This chapter was really hard for me to write. Be warned there are some sensitive topics discussed in this chapter. This is your TRIGGER WARNING. Read at your own expense.

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I wait for the lasagna to finish before I serve it to the boys. "Here you are, boys. A late-night dinner."

"Thank you, Luna," all of them say in unison. I smile and nod at their politeness and fixate on my plate. I take a deep breath and just come out with it.

"I have always been different from other people, as you can see. I have two different colored eyes, I'm short, I have bright red hair, and I don't exactly scream stay away from me. The bullying started when I was in middle school. I still had my best friends that I grew up with at the time, but they also had other friend groups and couldn't be with me all the time. I was on my way home from school one day and a group of high schoolers pulled up next to me. They got out and started harassing me about my hair and my eyes."

I hear the boys growling but Dustin's was the loudest. "Hey! No getting angry, remember," I say sternly.

"Sorry Cali," they reply back. I sigh and continue on.

"They pushed me down and I landed on the sidewalk awkwardly causing me to cut my hands and calves up pretty badly. One of the guys took a knife and cut right next to my right eye." I turned to the side and pointed to the scar by my eye. 

"He then went on to try and cut my hair, but I struggled in his grasp and he ended up stabbing me right in my shoulder. I screamed out in pain and the boys took off back to their car. To this day nobody knows, except for you guys now of course. I couldn't tell my mom because she was gone on a business trip and she would have raised hell and I couldn't tell my friends because they would have tried to kill them. A few months later, a high school girl who was the girlfriend of one of the guys, drug me by my hair to the back of the school once everybody else had left the hallways to go home. She beat me up and burnt me with cigarette butts on my arms. I've worn long-sleeved shirts ever since. Fast forward to high school in my sophomore year. I was on my way home once my after school activities had ended, when some guy pinned me up against some lockers and started groping me. I had started taking some self-defense classes a few weeks before and I decided to put them into practice. Little did I know that trying to defend myself would give me the nastiest scar I have to this day."

I turn around and lift up my hair moving my tub top down a little bit. "It starts at the base of my neck and ends at my lower back. When I pushed him away from me and punched him, he grabbed my hair and pulled me down to the ground. He turned me onto my back and proceeded to sit on me and made sure I couldn't make a noise by putting his hand over my mouth."

A shiver rolls down my spine and I turn back around letting my hair fall back to where it was. All of them are gripping the countertop trying their hardest not to shift. 

"He pulled out a switchblade, which I'm pretty sure he snuck into the building because weapons aren't allowed during the day and drug it down my back. I screamed and screamed but his hand over my mouth muffled it. When he was done, he whispered something to me. He said, "Now no one will love a scarred freak like you." I stopped going to school for a couple of weeks and had to go to the hospital. They asked me what happened, and I made something up. They didn't believe me, but I wouldn't change my story. They stitched me up and let me go. My mom was furious about what happened and had asked me what happened when I got home that day. I told her the same lie. She didn't believe me, but she let it go. In my junior year, I started cutting myself."

The kitchen became eerily quiet and I looked up from my plate. They had all shifted into their wolves and were starring down at me. I frown and stomp my foot. "Shift back." They all growl at me and that makes me even angrier. I look at them all dead in their eyes and with finality in my tone, I say, "Shift. Back. Now." They all groan and shift back. They take their seats again and I look at all of them and say my next words clearly and precisely. "You will sit there and listen to the rest of this story without another interruption or I will walk my ass right out of this house and not look back."