Hi there to fanfiction world again….it's Dreamcatcher94 and Zoexclaire here, and we're giving a special present for all of you….we're giving you guys one of the two spin off stories of "Heal Me My Wolf"….that's awesome, right…..this spin off that we will be focusing on is young Zoë Harris and her soul mate, Seth Clearwater and their little journey together in La Push…for years, Zoë has been tormented by her ex-boyfriend, Stefan, while living in a foster home that her ex's family own…..now that she's sixteen, Zoë decides to run away from him and wounds up in La Push, Washington…..when she's founded by Kat, Sam's foster daughter, and her boyfriend Brady and was brought back to Kat's house, she meets the ever so lovely Seth Clearwater—and he imprinted on her…..although their lives were never meant to be normal, somehow these two were meant to connect in so many ways…..follow along their journey, as they discover more to love than what most people would led on…..a SETHXOC fanfiction…..now, on with the story….
Chapter 1 (Zoë's POV)
I can't take this abuse anymore! I don't want to get hurt; I need to escape from all of this!
My entire life, I've been hurt by the one person I thought I could trust, my ex.
You see, when I was about thirteen, my parents passed away from a car accident. My life was happy back then, and my parents were very much in love. I was happy that they were together in another place, but I was also sad that they left me behind on Earth.
When they died, I was sent to an orphanage back home in New York. When I walked in there, the owner of the place, Mr. Petrov, was very kind and sympathetic to me. He became my friend as I stayed there at the orphanage.
Mr. Petrov was an elderly man, who came from Russia many years ago. When he came to America, he met his wife, Lucy here in New York. They fell in love and married, and then founded the orphanage together. He continued to run the place after she died a couple of years ago before I came. They had only one child, a son named Stefan.
When I first met him, he seemed nice to me at first, until I realized his true identity. After I've spent a couple of months there, Stefan snuck into my bedroom one night, and the next thing I know, he raped me. I didn't understand what was happening at first, and it scared me once it was over that night.
Ever since that night, he claimed me as his and continued on torturing me for the next three to four years, with the verbal and physical abuse and all of the rapes. Luckily, I didn't get pregnant, but it scarred my soul and everything else that I knew about life.
I would pray to God, and beg for my parents and for him to help me through this. I know that they could hear me, but what could they do? I was still getting hurt, and I couldn't escape from it for a while.
By the time that I've turned sixteen, I had no choice but to escape the orphanage, away from Stefan. I missed Mr. Petrov and all of the children terribly, but my abuser was hurting me so much, that I had to get out of there immediately.
So I was on buses and trains constantly, going to different places where I thought he couldn't find me. I wouldn't know where I was half the time, but that didn't matter. What mattered was my safety and my chance to escaped from that monster. But no matter where I went, he would still find me and would still keep hurting me.
The last time that I saw him, I was all the way out west, near the Pacific Ocean I think, and I crashed at some local motel for a few days. I thought it was safe, but I was dead wrong. He kicked the door to my room down, and the next thing I know, I was left bleeding and parts of my clothes were already ripped on me. The pain was very excruciating for me, and I couldn't handle it anymore. So, I had to leave my clothes behind, but I only took one thing with me—a green and purple blanket that my mother made for me when I was little.
It was like a security blanket, but it was the only thing I had left of my parents. So, once I folded up the blanket, I tucked it underneath my arms and ran out of the motel. Luckily, Stefan was gone at some bar or something, so I could easily escaped. Once I was far enough from the motel, I just took off and ran.
I kept on running for a long time, until I couldn't take it anymore. I found a large rock by a beach in the middle of nowhere, I think, and just hid behind it and cried. I held the blanket close to my heart and just cried. I cried for my parents, I cried for Mr. Petrov and the children, and I cried for myself.
I don't want to be hurt anymore, I want to be saved! To be free from everything bad that has happened to me for a very long time and to, for once, feel like I belong somewhere that I can be safe.
As I continued to cry, I noticed that a very tall, russet man towering over me. He bent down to my level and asked me if I was okay. I couldn't even speak, and I was too tired to speak. He looked at the cuts that I had, and took one strand of my long, blonde hair, where I could see a lot of blood on it, and then he took the blanket from my hold and wrapped me in it, cocooning my body from the cold. And believe me; it was freezing out here on the beach.
He lifted me up into his arms and carried me. I noticed that there was a very pretty girl with shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair and piercing grey eyes who noticed me and was about to cry. He told her that they had to take me to her house.
I didn't know why, but they took me there anyways.
Once we got there, the girl called out for her parents and they rushed to take me out of the guy's arms. One woman with stretched out scars along the side of her face, comforted the girl, as three burly men carried me over to the couch in what I believed was the living room.
They laid me down, but when I was able to open my eyes completely, since I was in and out of consciousness, a pair of dark brown eyes held me right there. I didn't know who he was, and although he looked a lot like the guy that found me at the beach, there was something about him that made him different from any other, including Stefan. Although the woman came to my side and started to tend to my wounds, I didn't want to look away from the guy that made my heart race so quickly.
My name is Zoë Harris, and this is my story.
Well, I hope you guys liked it…we worked really hard, and we know that it's a little off, in the time period sense, but we wanted to start from where Zoë came into the story of "Heal Me My Wolf"…..so, please, review or PM us about what you think of this spin off…there is another spin off, in case you've forgot about it…thank you~~Zoexclaire and Dreamcatcher94