Untouchable

Chapter 2

I stare at my reflection. My heart throbbing with pain and anxiety as I continue to judge myself and my existence. I was forever trapped within this state, never being able to walk and the constant feeling of being mocked.

I chuckle shamefully at the girl staring at me. Her eyes boiling red with tears. I hatred the fact that she was me; I disliked it!

Chocking on my tears, I whisper to myself, crusing my life. I had friends family but even those don't help with easing how I felt. It wasn't the fact that I didn't like my life but the fact about who I was now. Limited to do certain things and always spoken down on. All because of who I was... a girl on a wheelchair who was labeled as disabled.

The door to the bathroom creaks open. My bestfriend Mariam rushs to me as she throw her arms around me. My loud sobs echoing through the bathroom walls.

" Don't cry Brooklyn" she patts my back, " Don't take them seriously"

I wipe the tears of my eyes, a weak smile crawling up my face.

" See" she smiles back, " Your such a strong person. Remember What I told you"

I nod, " That I've to be strong " I chuckle slightly.

Me and Charlotte have known each other since I came to this school. We've been though ups and downs but it was all worth it.

I wheel myself out of the toilet as she follows beside me. Loud noises booming across the school hall: students next to their lockers, others going to classes, some stopping by to hug and chat with their friends.

My next class was Biology which I absolutely enjoy. Most of the time, me and Charlotte had the same lesson together;I would wait for her next to her locker - that was our meeting place-if we both had different lessons. Apart from her, I had other friends, Emma, losy, Hailey and Trevor. Me and Losy were always in the same classes.

" Omg he looked so hot" Masiley and and her girls enter the classroom she fanning herself, she took a sit next to me.

Chewing her gum, She paused to eye me up and down before turning around to speak to her girlfriends.

I ignore her as I grab my bag from the floor. I search for my biology book but it seemed to be gone for some reason. After what seemed like forever, I finally remembered where I left it; in the girls toilet.

I raise my hand up as I called for my teacher. After explaining to her about the fact that I had left my biology book, she allows me to leave the classroom.

I wheel myself out off my classroom, dismissing the laughters behind me.

As I countuie to make my way to the toilet, I see a tall board figure at the corner of my eyes leaning back on the white walls. His hands brushing though his dark chocolate hair as his body freezes, an expression places on his face which I couldn't t quite make out.

My whole body becomes stiff as he cranes his head towards my direction. His dark eyes piecing onto mine. My body was shaking, my heart trobbing as memories erupt my mind. Omar...

He begun to make his way towards me. My hands still shaking from the sudden shook as I grabbed my wheels attempting to distance myself from him.

I closed the toilet door shut,taking in deep breaths as I calm myself down. That wasn't him i said to myself as I rub my chest.. I thought I would never meet him again after that incident which toke place 8 years ago.

I decide to look for my biology book and, thinking that it must've fill out of my bag because I definitely knew that I put it there. I scan everywhere for it, Finally been able to find it.

I exit the girls toilet, peeping to make sure that he had left. There seems to be no one there so I quickly thought to wheel myself to my classroom. Before I could even do so a man's form blocks me.

" You think your clever huh" comes a deep sultry voice sending shivers down my spine.

I look up to only find him smirking at me. He had changed a lot, he looked more manly and intimidating. His huge muscles, broad shoulders and strong arms sticking out through his white shirt.

Omar was my mate. Since we were a child we had knew this fact and were always together until that dreadful incident which taunts my mind constantly. But I don't know about him, if he still remembers me.

He leans down, staring with his coal eyes.

I force myself to look at him. We both both stare at each other in silence, neither of us saying a word. There was a unknown anger reflecting in his eyes

My eyes are glued to his face; waiting for a reaction, for him to say something. Not only did his intimidating figure look completely furious, a glint of hurt flashs in his eyes.

I bite my bottom lips anxiously as I took my graze off him.

" why did u run from me" he lowly growled his voice stiff, grabbing my chin focusing me to look at him.

Words were unable to leave my mouth, all I wanted was to get away from him. It has been 8 years since we separated and I wasn't ready to face him or talk to him.I attempt to pull apart from his grip. Only to make him growl possessively, not allowing any space between us.

"Let me go " I whine as I was locked in his gaze

" No. Your my mate" he growls taking deep breaths to calm his wolf. He didn't like the fact that I wanted to leave.