PREFACE

PREFACE


" Do you believe in fate?"

" Why?"

" Just............. answer the question."

" I believe in.......cross roads. Every second of our lives we're faced with decions. Whether it getting up in the morning or just leaving the house, we always make decisions. The people we meet and befriend open up all kinds of roads that intersect with other roads that could lead to good, experiances or bad ones.

I think every one comes by a person who will travel on the same road as you, ride with you through the ups and downs, just be there through it all. It's not set in stone that they will stay but if they choose to then you know you found the one."

" Wow...that's deep."

" Sorry I went all wise on you it's just that, you caught me off guard. Why did you ask?"

" I asked because I think that fate brought you to me. And what ever road you travel, just know I'll be right there with you.

THE LIFE OF ME

!!!YOUR IN DEEP SHIT!!!

FUCK! That's the third alarm! What happened to the other two?! How am I ganna leave now?!

This is the life of me. My name is Elizabeth Brownington, I'm 18, and I'm abused by my alcoholic father.

It wasn't always this way. He wasn't always this way.

When I was 16, my mother was diagnosed with brain cancer. The tumor had already fully formed and couldn't be removed. My mother, being the thick-headed woman she was, refused any other help. She died later that same year.

My father didn't take her death to well, but then again neither did I. He began to stay out more at the bar, alwsys returned drunk. He then lost his job, and with out that income, we lost our home. We then moved to a small town in Virginia, and then......... things got worse.

The memory is still fresh in my brain, even after all this time.

It was a Friday, I was siting on the coach in the living room, watchin t.v. He came in drunk as always, staggering and cursing as always. I didn't think he would do anything different. I thought he wold grab a six pack and head to his room, like ALWAYS!

How wrong I was. Instead he ended up almoost killing me.I was thrown into the wall, hearing and feeling my skull crack into it as it did.

"Why the fuck aren't you in bed?!" He asked sluggishly. His breath smelling heavily of beer and alcohol.Unfortunatley, my head was still swirling with the pain of the impact done to skull. To the point were I couldn't reply. This only angered him more.

"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" He bellowed while landing a punch towards gut. I screamed and hunched over in pain, only to yanked up by my hair and flung on the floor. As i stared up at the man who I've called dad all my life, I didn't recognize this stranger. The man standing in above me was a person full of anger, hate, and pain. He was not my father.

"Oh? You want to scream? I'll give something to scream about!" With those words he proceeded to kick and out my body. My throat was raw from my screams and pleas for him to stop. The last thing I saw was his heavy boot heading to my face, then it all went black.

I woke up in the hospital hooked up to machines, acking, and alone. The nurse said my father had brought me in claiming I had been jumped on my way from the store and had found me unconscious. Turns out he broke two ribs,gave me brusis all over my body, i had a cocncusion and i couldnt leave bed for a week.

It's been a year since he startetd beating me. Over time i got use to. But i also didn't want to die so i made a schedual.

I have three alarms, the first is just the wake up call at 6:30. The second is a warning to get the hell out the house. by the third alarm if i'm not out the house then it's ganna be extreamly hard to avoid him and leave. Which means shit is about to go dooown.

In no more than 15 minutes i'm unlocking my door and heading into the main hall. Now i bet your wondering why i would have a complex lock on my door? well the answer to that is my dads been getting more......abusive for lack of words.

And not the usual abusive. I think if i don't become even more cautious than i already am, he might rape me or kill me.

As i make my way down the hall i listen very carefully. The monster usually sleeps on the couch, but then there's those times when he stays outside my room waiting for me to come out just so he can beat me.

Luck is on my side so far it seems. As i make my way over to the door a crash comes from up stairs. It looks like the snake has come out of hiding.

" You mother fucking bitch! How dare you try to sneak out you slutty as whore! I'm ganna teach you a lesson on being a whore!" he screamed at me while stomping down the stairs.

No way in hell am i going to stay in this house one more minute with this monster...

With that thought i throw the door open, and sprinted through the door and down the street. Out of one hell hole into another......

I slow my pace after a few blocks, trying to prolong my next torture. I don't know what it is about me that causes people to want to resent me. Is it my eyes? my hair? or my cloths?

" Hey freak! Why Don't you do me a favor and die? The world would be so much better without another goth walking around." Kimberly the Queen bitch of the school said. I Don't know what her problem with me is. I don't get how I come off as gothic to people. The only reason I wear dark and long clothing, is to cover up all the bruises from that monster.

Her and her little clones laugh and push me as I make my way to my locker. They start to laugh even harder at what I saw on my locker.

STUPID ASS SMUT. I HOPE YOU DIE. HOW WAS THAT DICK UP YOUR ASS? HEY GUESS WHAT? IT'S NATIONAL PORN STAR DAY!

The list went on and on. And in bold red letters the word UNWANTED was written. I began to tear up, more angry with myself than anything. Because I'm weak, and I can't stand up for myself.

I quickly open my locker, to find a pile of condoms to fallout. Kids burst out laughing, some even pick them up and throw them at me. I slam my locker and slowly move away. These yellow leaking walls and ugly green lockers begin to blend in with everything else. I walk in a daze to my next class.

Splat! I hate bio, even though I'm good at it, I hate the people. This one guy Andrew especially. Andrew the runner back of the football team, and also brother of Kimberly. Ever since the bitch started messing with me so has he. Recently he's taken quite an interest in spitting paperballs at my head. No one stops him. No one cares.

" See ya later SMUT." He's says to me on his way out when class finally ends. I don't even head to the lunch room. I head to my real home.

The high school I go to is really big. So big there are parts that aren't even used. During one of my escapes from Kimberly and her Kimberly kill klan, I found this abandoned auditorium. To any one else it probably looks old and ugly, but to me it's heaven on earth. There's a piano there that I play when I need release. 

When my mom was still alive she had me take piano classes. Back then I hated it, but now I thank my mom everyday from the bottom of my heart, for making me do it.

As I make my way to the front of the room, I begin to cry. I hate my life. I hate who am. And I hate who I've become.

I wipe my face with the back of my sleeve as I drop my bag and head to the piano. I sit down and touch the keys gently. I close my eyes and think, when the perfect song comes to my mind. 

As I start to play I sang from the deepest part of my heart.

I am outside And I've been waiting for the sun

With my wide eyes I've seen worlds that don't belong

My mouth is dry with words I cannot verbalize

Tell me why we live like this

Keep me safe inside Your arms like towers

Tower over me

Yeah 'Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again 'Cause we just wanna be whole

Lock the doors Cause I'd like to capture this voice

That came to me tonight

So everyone will have a choice

And under red lightsI'll show myself it wasn't forged

We're at war. We live like this

Keep me safe inside

Your arms like towers

Tower over me'

Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again 'Cause we just wanna be whole

Tower over me

Tower over me

And I'll take the truth at any cost'

Cause we are broken

What must we do to restore

Our innocence And oh, the promise we adored

Give us life again'

Cause we just wanna be whole.

I dragged out the last note before opening my eyes, to the shock of my life.

 

ENCORE

LOUIS' S POV

"All right you sissies, hit the showers!

"Thank God! I'm tellin you man, being a football player is brutal stuff. After running five miles, then doing push ups for the rest of practice, I'm beat."

" Thats because your all ways getting trashed before practice, it's not coach's fault your an ass."

 My name's Louis Harrison, and I'm football captain of the Danger Wolves, not only that but I'm also next in line to becoming alpha of my pack, the Fanged Shifters. My pack is unlike any other pack. We don't just shift into wolves but into any kind of creature as well.

Due to that we have many enemies that are trying to take us out. Out territory is secured though so don't expect rogues to get in easily. I've been really tense lateley. Since i turned sixteen, I've been looking for my mate. I'm eighteen now. Most alpha' s to be find there mates within the first two weeks after they're birthday.

I'm not exactly sure whether or not I'm ready for a mate any way, yet I can't take the alpha position without one. If I don't find her soon my position will be forfeited and...... my malicious uncle will take my father's place. I can't let that happen which is why tonight at my father retirement ceremony, I will name some lucky girl as my mate. I don't care who it is, just as long as she is willing.

As plans and thoughts cross my mind I step into th nearest washing area. The heated warm water runs down my back and head. My tense muscles began to relax, and my frantic mind came to a slower pace.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.01.2013

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