Penelope's POV
"Your blow job really sucked yesterday. Didn't you remember what I taught you? You stupid bitch, no wonder your family doesn't like you." Scott's large and strong figure blocked the bathroom's only entrance. He glared his little eyes at me, resembling the pale figure from Pan's Labyrinth who was about to swallow me alive.
"Are you deaf?" Scott brought his massive body closer to me as I stayed silent, forcing me to retreat. "If you didn't remember, we can learn it again now."
"This is the school... there will be people coming over." I stuttered, feeling like a lamb about to be slain, stuck in this dirty boys' lavatory and shivering violently.
Scott scoffed lightly: "So what? Haven't you gotten used to it by now? The little slut of the Woods family."
"No... I am neither a bitch nor a slut..." My voice of protest grew fainter and fainter as Scott pushed me up against the wall and put his wet and clammy hand over my head.
Fuck the world. Here it comes again.
I felt goosebumps rise all over my body. My stomach was churning with disgust. There had been more than one time like this, but my parents and teachers couldn't help me no matter how hard I tried. My family had just wanted me to not exist ever since I was 14 and found out I didn't have a wolf... The teachers simply wanted Scott to complete his studies and leave the school without any issues so they wouldn't face this pain in the ass anymore.
"Move fast." Scott suddenly tightened his grip, yanking hard on my hair. "Do you need another lesson? Huh?"
The odor of smoke hit me in the face. I immediately twisted my head to the side, attempting to get away from Scott's grip.
"Let... let go of me! Please!"
But Scott's hands were as hard as stone, and no matter how hard I tried to escape, it didn't work.
During the chaos, I accidentally smacked Scott in the face.
SMACK!
The booming sound resonated around the restroom. Scott was stunned, and my heart beat.
Dang it! I really screwed up this time!
"You bitch, how dare you hit me! You wolfless and worthless omega, how dare you!" Scott yelled in wrath. He slammed his fist down hard on my abdomen. I shouted out in pain, unable to keep myself from dropping to the ground.
"Open your fucking mouth!"
SLAP!!
Scott threw a powerful hit to the left side of my face, followed by a tight grasp on my jaw. After opening my jaw, he removed his pants with one hand, exposing his hideous, unpleasant cock, which was as awful as his face.
Damn!
Fears from the past returned to torment me, and I closed my eyes in anguish, bracing for my tragedy.
Just one person was enough... Just one person to save me was enough...
I prayed in my heart.
"Scott! Teacher Christina is calling you to her office!" Suddenly, a strange male voice echoed from outside the bathroom door, as if someone was speaking through a tight throat.
Scott took a brief pause when he heard the words. I opened my eyes to notice a trace of doubt in his little gaze.
"Scott! Hurry up! The teacher said if she doesn't see you by 3:30, you have to stay another year next year!"
As soon as the voice outside grew silent, Scott spat angrily and snarled, "Damn it! That old witch..." He released go of me and shouted under his breath, "Next time, you won't get away, bitch."
Phew! I was saved...
As the restroom door swung open and then closed again, Scott's heavy footsteps faded away at the end of the corridor. I jumped to my feet and escaped from this cramped, foul-smelling jail.
The world outside the toilet was bright and expansive, and I inhaled the fresh air, picturing myself as Tim Robbins, escaping through the tunnel and prison sewage pipe.
"Penelope! Penelope!"
I heard someone calling, and as I turned around, it was Mia. Mia was my human best friend and my sole friend; she was unaware of my werewolf identity.
"Hurry up, Penelope; we need to run! Or Scott will discover that I lied to him and will kill us!" Mia ran in front of me, grabbed my hand, and raced toward the school gate.
The "guy" who had just called Scott was actually Mia. This struck me suddenly. I gazed at her back. Mia stood just 5'1" tall, not 5'5" like me. But she had saved me several times throughout the years, including today. If there was an award for the best friend in the world, I'd give it to Mia right now.
We rushed around like crazy people until we came to a stop in front of a bus stop. Mia was on her knees, with her long, curly red hair falling over her face. She glanced at me and exclaimed, "David said... David said..." Out of breath, Mia repeated it multiple times before saying, "He said if we are late again today, he will deduct our pay. Fortunately, we did not take too long."
The man Mia mentioned was my employer and cook at the diner where I worked part-time. Mia and I had worked there for two years. My family had considered me a burden from the age of 14, and they no longer cared about me. I felt like a parasite living in that house, waking up alone every day to go to school and spending my part-time wages on sandwiches and lunch. Even if my mother made dinner, she would not invite me to join my stepbrother and stepsister.
After arriving at the restaurant, I dashed into the kitchen as Mia changed into her waitress costume. After four hours of busy work, we finished our part-time employment for the day.
"Mia, here you go." I passed up the sandwich in my hand as Mia and I struggled along the road, our limbs exhausted.
Mia accepted the sandwich and took a big mouthful, her face clearly indicating her displeasure: "David's sandwiches are as bad as ever! I couldn't believe someone who can prepare a steak so perfectly could produce such garbage!"
Mia's face was simply too dismissive, and I couldn't help but laugh, "Then how come it's our turn to eat?"
Mia shook her head while eating, pointing to a house along the road. "Penelope, if we work a little harder to save some money, we can rent a place to live after this holiday ends."
"Mia..."
"Penelope, I am serious. Move out and live with me. Your family has been bullying and mistreating you, have they not?"
"Yes, but Mia, you don't have to do this for me..." Yes, Mia's family was very affectionate, unlike mine. She had no reason to leave home; she only knew how much I wanted to escape mine, which is why she did so.
Mia waved her hand, gesturing for me to stop talking. She hurried to the bus terminal, where her journey home was about to arrive.
"See you tomorrow, Penelope!"
"See you!"
After watching Mia get into the car, I started walking home. The restaurant wasn't far from my house; it generally took me between 25 and 30 minutes to walk there. Of course, if I had a wolf with me, I could make it in ten minutes.
But regrettably, I didn't have anyone else. I only had Mia; thus, she was the one I would give my life for.
As I walked, I shoved the last mouthful of the horrible sandwich into my mouth, my mind racing with ideas about tomorrow and the future. The only way out of the pack was to find my mate. If only my mate could take me to another pack...
But could I find my mate? What if the new pack is as awful as the present one? Is there still hope for my future?
I went anxiously, familiar with this dark little path—I'd been down it countless times in the previous two years; even with my eyes closed, I believed I could find my way back. As I proceeded into the darkness as usual, a faint, almost undetectable aroma of sour sweat floated across my nostrils.
No way!
I paused and took a deep breath. My heart raced, and panic gripped me like blackness.
This familiar, disgusting smell...
Danger! It was Scott!