Summary; Taylor Mason Comes from an Abusive Family, Seth Clearwater imprints on her. she hates him in fact she wants nothing to do with him when she stumbles upon Seth in wolf from she immediately loves him how will she react when Seth tells her. will she accept him or push him away
Taylor's Pov
Why is life cruel? Why do my parents hate? Why do guys think they can just take advantage of me? These are the questions I find asking myself every day since as long as I could remember. My names Taylor Mason I'm 15 and I live in La Push far off near the border of were La Push and Forks meet. I have alcoholics for parents and an older step brother who laughs at my pain. Life… Yea its sucks. Let's get one thing straight I'm not your average teenage girl. I'm considered a tomboy where ever I go and have never made a friend in La Push. Life sucks for me but it no longer bothers me like when I was a child. I would ask my mother why she didn't love me and she would respond by saying "You're a useless child, you take up space and are better off dead" those words would often follow with a beating from her.
Today's just another average day. The beeping of my alarm wakes me up. I hate school I won't be going anywhere once I'm older, to be honest I don't plan on living past 18. I get up unwillingly and go over to the box which holds all my clothes which isn't much. Like my mother had said I'm a 'useless girl who takes up space' so she and my step father moved me into the attic where they claimed they wouldn't have to look at me. I was a disgrace to them, mother never wanted a daughter and my step father David didn't want a daughter either so I was raised like a boy.
I pull out a grey V-neck shirt and some dark blue jeans then change. Before I conceal myself behind my plain black hoodie I head over to my drawer and pull out my pocket knife. I smile at this tool; it always manages to take my pain away even though I get a scar in the progress. I take it in my right hand and press the thin blade to my left wrist, there's a slight sting then the sudden relief. I pull up my hunting boots and slid the knife inside where no one will see it. I fling on my hoodie and head down the stairs. The first thing I notice is the smell of alcohol, it no longer bothers me since I've been use to the smell since I was 5 (when David my step father and his pathetic excuse of a son came to live with us) David's son-Matthew- is 17 he gives me my daily beatings when my parents aren't around something I've also gotten use too. I walk past the dirty kitchen and down the hail into the bathroom where I know Matthew is probably passed out sleeping. To my surprise he isn't there, probably fucking some whore. I brush my hair trying to untangle the bird nest that has formed during my sleep. My hair is the one thing my father hates and has always tried to cut- my hairs dark brown with tints of red it never gets frizzy even if it's wet and its reaches to the middle of my back, I brush it till I can run my finger through it without getting my finger caught and rush out the door. I never bring any 'materials' with me to school I just…wing it. I have no car. Every day I have to walk to school which is about 2 miles away from my house. I love it though, sure at first I was late to every one of my first classes but then I started running and when I run I feel free nothing can stop me, when I run David, Matthew and my mother disappear their gone far away from my mind and I love it. I run to school every day which not only keeps me in shape but I can get to school on time without having a teacher track me down for after school detentions for being late. I pull up my hood over my head then start down the street. I walk then get into a jog and suddenly I'm flying. My speeds increased from when I first started running, heck I'm the fastest runner of the school though I never tried out for track. I get to the school 5 minutes before the bell rings everyone's still outside either talking or doing homework they didn't do last night. I'm sweating but not as much as I use to. I head over to a wooden bench then plop down throwing my head back. Once I feel relaxed I begin to look around, ugh I hate this school and its people. The geeks are over by a car with comics in their hand and the "cool kids" are surrounding Brooke's new car. I think it's her 4th one this year. What I would give to break her windows and scratch the word 'bitch' on the side of her car. The sound of laughter brings me out of my creative imagination I wip around to see the 'pack' all crowded around a car. The 'pack' are these really buff La Push boys who every girl crushes on…well every girl except me. I hate them, why? I don't know maybe it's because every girl drools over them and treats them like gods the worst part is it's like they expect it. They don't shy away from stares instead it looks like they try to look buffer it fucken sickness me, that's why I promised myself I would never do that, I would never chase a guy I would never try to change myself for someone especially a guy. You can either accept me or fuck off that was my rule. I've never talk to any of them but I've known the Seth guy ever since I was little. We went to the same middle school but we never talked, then during high school he disappeared for about 2 weeks when he came back he was all buff and grew about a foot higher. The guys are all laughing and playing around when suddenly Seth turns around and our eyes meet. His smile vanishes and his mouth is slightly hanging open, I think I even heard him gasp. Am I that much of a freak? I guess his friends noticed his expression because they all turn to look in my direction. I quickly turn around not wanting to see the way they stare at me. Where my scars showing? Did they see my black eye from last night? I must really be a freak. The bell rings and I quickly get up trying to get away from them as far as possible.
I enter Mr. Gardner's class and take my regular seat in the back of the class room. I put my head down trying to get some sleep before everyone gets here. I only get 5 minutes before I hear the late bell ring and everyone rushing in. I lift my head slowly and stare at the drawing on my desk.
"Ms. Mason"
I look up to see Mr. Gardner glaring at me "how many times have I told you to take your hood off"
I glare back at him and pull my hood back, the stares I get from everyone are normal, I'm a freak. Everyone turns back around whispering. From the corner of my eye I catch a glimpse of a muscular boy I turn to the right and find myself staring back at Seth Clearwater, Brady Littlesea and Collin Fuller. Ugh I forgot they were in this class with me. I roll my eyes hoping they notice so they know I don't care and turn to face the board. When the bell rings, I'm the first one out the door. I hurry down the hall trying to get to Gym the one class I actually like and pay attention to. I don't know why but I end up turning around and see Seth and his friends following, I rush into the girls locker room before either of them can get me. I don't want to talk to them why the hell would they want to talk to me. I'm a freak remember, ugh I change into some old gym clothes and then make my way up to the gym. UGH are they following me? Both Seth and Collin are in this class, I sit on the far side of the bleachers away from everyone and wait for coach Buelvas to get into the gym.
"Hello?" oh god please no, anyone but him please. I unwillingly turn around to see Seth Clearwater only 2 feet away
"Can I help you?" I put as much venom in that as possible I don't need him talking to me. I don't want him talking to me.
He seems to flinch at my words, why won't he stop staring is there something on my face? I'm about to turn around when he asks "can I sit next to you?'"
Ugh Why?! As much as I don't want him anywhere near me I end up saying what I know I'll regret later "sure" I say boringly
He sits down next to me but not as close as I thought he would, I'm glad he's keeping his distance. "I'm Seth Clearwater" I face him one more time, why is he introducing himself we've known each other since 6th grade, well I knew who he was he just doesn't know who I am.
"I know" I respond and turn back around. Mr. Buelvas walks in and starts yelling orders. Today the girls are separated from boys so I end up not having to go anywhere near Seth. Thank you! Gym goes by fast, we do a series of push ups which hurt like fuck since my arms are pretty bruised and then we do some laps around the gym.
I end up not having any more classes with Seth today which I'm thank full for though I did have one class with Collin where he kept on glancing my way.
I walk outside and wait for the parking lot to clear a bit before I head down the 2 mile road that will lead me to the shit of a place I call home. The parking lots almost emptied out and I decide I should start heading home. I pull my hood up over my head and make my way down the road. First I'm walking then jogging and again it's like I'm flying once I'm at full speed.