I'm a WHAT?! {a teen werewolf story}

Chapter 1

this book has graphic content at times. if you are against reading about someone being abused, don't read this story. it'll get better in the end though (:

"YOU DIRTY WHORE!" my so called father spat at me. I whimpered in fear as I realized he caught me hugging my best friend, Jeremiah, as he dropped me off after school. He was very strict and didn't want me to have contact with boys, except for Jeremiah. He had never seen me hug him before. When he was in a slightly good mood, he would let Jeremiah come over. But sadly, that good mood was very rare, once a month at the most.

"You're gonna pay for that." he said growling almost like an animal. I cowered in the corner in fear he was going to hit me.
If he hit me again, I was going to have to buy more makeup... I didn't have that type of money! I have to use concealer, to well... conceal bruises, new and old, that littered my skin like a painting on a canvas. Some were old, blotchy and yellow. They were the gross looking ones, usually in the shape of a hand. Some were newer, deep blues and purples littering here and there from one of my father's more recent beatings. I cleaned houses for a living, but my father wouldn't let me do it often, not trusting me. He thought I was sneaking out to see a guy. Which secretly, I was. I cleaned Jeremiah's house, and it was the only time I really got to see him. My father disappeared into his room, probably going to get a belt. I ran into my little brother Avery and I's room, where he was fussing.

"It's okay baby. Shh.." I cooed, rocking him back and forth. He yawned and set his head on my shoulder. Avery is only a mere 8 months old, and my father barely acknowledges his presence. My mother and father had a brief tryst after years of her abandoning us, and nine months later dropped Avery off at our doorstep without even a note. I set Avery back in his crib as he fell back asleep and walked into the living room, bracing for the worst. Surprisingly, after thirty minutes of nail-biting anxiety, I peeked into his room and found him asleep with a belt in his hand. I slowly took it from his hands, hung it back up, and covered him with sheets. I padded back into the kitchen and started making his favorite food, filet mignon with mashed potatoes. Humming as I finished making his dinner, I opened the pantry door once again. and noticed there was barely any food besides what I had made. I sighed and went to put Avery's carseat in my junky old car, my 1989 Toyota Corolla. An average person may not think its junky, but this car has been through hell and back. I picked up Avery from his crib, grabbed his diaper bag, and grabbed my wallet. I left a note for my dad saying that I was off to the store, and would be back soon. I set Avery in the carseat and off we went to Walmart. Once we got there, I picked Avery up from out of the carseat, grabbed his diaper bag and a shopping cart, and off we went shopping. Avery sat on my hip as we shopped because as he was only 8 months old, he could barely sit up on his own. I got all the food I could with $50 and put it in the cart, hoping my father wouldn't beat me when Avery and I arrived back home. As I reached for a can of corn, something bumped into my side, startling Avery and I.

"Sorry." I muttered softly.

"You shouldn't be apoligizing. It was my fault that I bumped into you." a deep voice said, making goosebumps travel down my spine.

"I-I'm Arabella. Arabella White." I stuttered, looking down at my shoes. I was nervous as hell that a guy was talking to me. I looked up at him and my heart skipped a beat. He was gorgeous. He had chiseled features, a soft face, dark brown hair, and that jawline! He gave off a bad boy vibe. He had kissable full lips...

Wait a minute, I just met this strange guy. He looks like a sex god. Wait, did I just call him a sex god?

What's wrong with me? I JUST met him.

"I'm Carson, Carson Crawford. You have a very beautiful name." the sex god Carson replied.

"T-thanks." I muttered sheepishly, as a pink tinge set upon my cheeks.

"Are you new to town?" I asked him, surprised I got a whole sentence out without stuttering.

"Actually, yes. I'm quite lost, and I was looking for someone that could introduce me to this town." Carson said. "Would you help me?" he asked. I looked at my phone, seeing it was 3:06 p.m. I had to buy my own phone, and luckily enough, Jeremiah's mother paid for half of it, because she loved me like one of her daughters.

"I- I don't know. I have to get my brother Avery home by 4. That's his naptime." I rambled.

"That's fine. Maybe I could give you my number, and we could do this tomorrow?" he asked with a hopeful glint in his eyes.

"Well, I have school tomorrow.." I trailed off.

"I do as well. I am enrolled in Kings High School as of tomorrow. Do you know anyone that goes there?" he asked.

"Actually, I go there." I said, looking down whilst tucking a piece of my hair behind my ear.

"Even better." he said with a huge smile.

"Here's my number." I said, putting my number in his phone. We walked to the checkouts and checked out. The whole time, Avery gave Carson a cute lopsided smile. Carson cooed at him and Avery giggled. Carson walked me to my car, frowning slightly at the sight of it.

"Well, this is me.." I said opening the trunk. Carson grabbed my groceries and put them in the trunk.

"It's a bit run down. I don't have a job. I clean houses for a living." I said scratching my neck slightly and walking to the backseat door and opening it, putting Avery inside.

"Oh. I'm sorry. But you know, a car's a car." he said. He notioned to the sleek black Mercedes-Benz next to my car.

"This is mine." he said. I was practically drooling over the beautiful car. Suddenly, Carson grabbed me and hugged me, putting his head in the crook of my neck. I stiffened, my arms hanging limp on my sides. I was frozen. I didn't know what to do, or what to think.

Um, is he sniffing me??.. I guess my perfume smells good.

I stayed stiff for a little at first then melted into his touch. Holy Guacamole, he smells good. Whoa. I sound like a creeper. After he pulled away, I looked at my phone.

"Holy crap! It's 3:45! I have to get Avery home!" I said frantically. Carson chuckled, nodding his head.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at school." He said smiling.

"Okay. I'll see you then" I said, not able to wipe the huge grin on my face. I got in the car and drove home, where my dad was still asleep. I reheated his dinner, gave Avery his bottle and settled him in his crib, and got into PJ's. Soon enough, it was 8. I had done all of my chores, put Avery to bed, reheated my father's dinner once again. I was crossing my fingers he would wake up on his own by smelling the food. He hated to be woken up. I padded into Avery and I's shared room and set clothes and makeup out for school tomorrow. I browsed on Pinterest for a while and laid in bed, feeling my eyes droop. Soon I fell asleep thinking about Carson, the sex god.