Chapter 2
9 month ago
"Mariah, get your ass right down here now!" my mother growled, I ran for my life towards the kitchen.
Part of me feared my mothers actions. Her temperament was never pretty.
I looked around to see cans of beer scattered all over the floor and the counters. I stared at all the mess for a minute. "What are you waiting for? Go on clean it up" she slurred leaning against the fridge to hold her balance.
Her being drunk never did her any justice it just made her more violent and emotional.
My mother was a drunken alcoholic but, also a major drug addict and worthless women might I add.
After my father's death she became into some type of psychotic mother. Sympathy was all she wanted and it was all she received. Her hate for me begun because my sympathy for my mother was never there.
I lost my best friend, my father where was my sympathy? Who consoled me? No one. After his death I lost sympathy for my mother. She never bothered to ask me how I felt. Instead her mourning was taken to a whole new level.
I know losing a mate is hard but many people who had lost theirs coped in a way many would.
She would verbally and physically abuse me. Yes only me, not my brother or my sister just me, little old Mariah. I never fought back because one thing my father taught me was respect, and that has always stuck with me.
"Mum I have school, I'm going to be late" hatred crossed her face, no emotions just pure anger. She launched her clumsy fist into my face. I let a tear trickle down my cheek, just one no more than that.
She has always done this to me since I was 13. I should be use to it now some would say after 3 years of pure torture. But guess not. Pain is always pain; you can never get use to it.
"You will do as I say you little piece of shit. Sometimes I question myself if you even are my daughter. Look at you dressing as if your homeless. You look fat and ugly. Two things I despite. You should just disappear just like your dad did." she hadn't realised what she had said then it struck her pain and grief was overwhelming her because of her comment.
I received another dreadful punch to my stomach, this time I didn't groan in pain because of the amount of clothing I have underneath. Instead I looked into my 'mothers' eyes the guilt was evident and so was her stubbornness. She wasn't going to apologise she was too stubborn to do so.
"See what you make me say about the man I loved. Just disappear, will you." She screeched while heaving her body upstairs.
My sister and brother have always hated me to and they never have a reason for it to I think it was mainly due to the reason that my father left me most of his inheritance.
But thinking of my own flesh and blood hate me is the most dreadful feeling in the world. But it's more horrible when your mate doesn't even want to look at your face or even acknowledge your existence. It's painful but its life, I have to move past it.
But I couldn't when every time he spends time with me. When we're both alone together I get to see the emotional, genuine sweet side of him, but when he's around his crowd his whole personality changes. He treats me like dirt.
I'm use to it but my wolf isn't, her jealousy and possesive overwhelms her. Seeing him all over girls get's her really furious. But most of all when he's with my sister thats when she seems to enjoy surfacing.
It had been 2 month now since the day I found out I was his mate. But also 2 month since they started dating and i knew why they wanted to see me lose control, so her and Adam do this to me for pure entertainment.
However my brother on the other hand is delusional who seems to enjoy following order. At school he's a star football player with handsomely charms just like my father had. But the worst of it all is that he's best friends with Adam, which not only causes problem for me but grief. brad seemed to enjoy scolding me every time Adam accuses me of throwing myself at him, which is not the truth.
After I cleaned up I made my way to school, walking in the most outrageous weathers ever imaginable. But I suck it up and walked.
School was never a place I enjoyed going to or to wake up the next morning thinking about. School had been the torture chamber for me. This is the place where everything mainly began.
My friends-well really they're not my friends because they never stuck up for me but they seemed to enjoy laughing with the crowd.
I only hung around with them because I didn't want to be alone and feel like an outcast.36
Walking through the school gate I groaned, I was late to school again. I didn't really care because education in our town never really mattered.
I dragged my feet up the steps, taking a deep breath entering hell. I went straight into the toilet not wanting unwanted attention if I entered class late.
I propped my hoodie down letting my brown hair flow over my shoulder, my light brown eyes staring back at me in the daunting mirror. I never really thought I was ugly but when my mother and sister told me everyday I started to believe them.
The mirror however was telling me a whole different story. I snapped out of the daze I had bern entranced in when i heard the school bell ring. I pulled my hair into a messy bun, zipping up my hoodie and putting my hood back on.
I walked out groaning internally as everyone started walking about in the hallway. I hid myself from the crowd only to be stopped by the scent of my brother.
"Where are you going?" my brother questioned, he never really ever wanted an answer. It was just something he would say to start off the bullying process.
I moved away from him, pushing through the crowd that had already formed.
"Stupid, idiot of a sister,Brad was talking to you" my sister's familiar high pitch tone spoke up from the crowd.
"I don't care what you say Jesse" I mumbled. I always tried to avoid confrontation but it never worked.
"What ever freak." Jesse almost hissed.
But then i was taken back when a masculine strong scent arose in the air making me go still in position, taking a deep breath I was forced to inhale the sweet scent. I didn't have to turn around to know it was him, his scent gave it away.
"Adam you are just in time baby." Jesse purred.
Both her and Adam loved this, riling up my wolf, pushing every button they could reach. But I never caved in.
"Look at the fat bitch. Come on, turn around princess" Adam mocked I felt my hands clench with rage.
My father would always call me 'princess' and when anyone used that word in vain it never ended well.
"Don't you dare Adam? Never say that word ever again" I growled, while my sister cackled.
Brad gritted his teeth glaring at Adam but then transfixing the glare at me. He always managed to twist things in his mind making it as if though I was the person who insulted our father.
"Princess!"He yelled once again. I gritted my teeth not allowing my wolf to take over.
Then everyone started chanting the word "princess, princess, princess" followed by my own friends.