Chapter One

I woke up to the sound of knocking on a door. My eyes flickered open and I took around my surroundings. It was dark in the room, the curtains were closed and all the lights were off. I had no idea what time it was nor where I was. I heard another knock and groaned, "

What?" I snapped at the person outside.

"Kim… It's Angela," she said and it was quiet for a while before she opened the door.

As she opened the door some light came into the room and I realized I was in my room.

"You're going to be late for school," she said, standing in the doorway as she looked around the messy room.

"What happened in here?" she asked as she walked in. "Nothing," I murmured.

I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and got up. I stumbled on my own two feet and grabbed hold of my nightstand before sitting back down.

"Have you been drinking, again?" she asked and I simply stayed quiet, ignoring her question.

I got up, slowly this time and started to make my way towards my bathroom.

"Look, I know you and your dad aren't on the speaking terms right now, and I don't want to add more fuel to the fire so I won't say anything, this time," she said as she started to pick some things off the floor. "But you got to stop! Drinking won't do you any good."

"Kay," I said, rolling my eyes as I closed the bathroom door behind me. I looked into the mirror and frowned at what I saw; my hair was a complete mess and there were dark circles under my eyes. I sighed and stripped out of my clothes and hoped into the shower, after I turned on the water.

It's been a week since I found out that my so called dead mother was alive. I haven't felt strong enough to face her again yet, but I know I can't keep avoiding it. It's also been exactly a week since my 'dad' hit me and called me a slut. I can't believe he actually lied to me my whole life. It makes me wonder whether the people around me, my so called family and family friends knew about all this. It also makes me ask 'why'. Why did my own mother not fight to be with me? Did she not love me? Was I a mistake?

I have been struggling with the absence of my mother pretty much my whole f*cking life and my father just watched. He watched me work twice as hard as anyone else, wanting to make my mother proud. You know, so that she didn't die for nothing.

I wanted her to feel proud to say "That's my girl," as she watched down on me from heaven with a smile spread across her angel-like face. Before everything I used to miss and love a person I have never met before. But now, I'm empty and then there are other times I'm filth with anger towards everyone.

He forbade me to see Derek, but I don't think he knows me well enough. Because if he really did then he would know that doing that would pretty much ruin me. After running away to Stiles house I stayed there three whole days; I ignored everyone besides Stiles while I was there. Four days ago I was convinced to go back home; ever since then Ben has been bribing me into forgiving him. Ha, like that's going to work.

I walked out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my wet body and opened the doors to my walk-in closet. I stopped in my tracks as I heard someone wolf-whistle and spun around quickly, dropping my towel in the progress. My eyes grew wide and I quickly grabbed my towel off the floor and wrapped it once again around my body. I caught Derek licking his lips as he stared at me; his eyes held love, passion and lust.

"Well good morning to you too," he said with his smirk displayed on his lips.

My cheeks were a light shade of pink as I stood there, awkwardly in only a towel.

"Can you not sneak in on me when I'm only in a towel?" I asked, holding the towel close to me.

"Why? I have seen it all before. Nothing new," he said as he approached me.

"We can't do this right now, Derek. I'm going to be late for school," I said and looking up at him as I leaned against the doorframe of my walk-in closet.

"Can't do what?" he asked playing stupid. I gave him the 'you-know-what' look and he chuckled.

"My my… You have a dirty mind, Kim." I rolled my eyes, shaking my head.

"Sure, I'm the one with the dirty mind."

Twenty minutes later I walked out of my walk-in closet fully dressed and ready to start my day.

"So are you finally going to tell me what went down in that house after I left? And why you ran away to Stiles house the same night?" Derek asked. He was now laid down on my bed, like he owned the place.

I chuckled at the thought. "I… it was nothing," I said, ignoring his gaze.

"I don't want to talk about it right now, okay?"

He nodded and sat up. "Are you going to tell me some day?" he asked, somewhat impatience.

"Yes, eventually. When I feel ready to talk about it," I said and grabbed my bag. I gave him a peck on the lips before leaving the room and walking down the stairs.