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Chapter 4
Since we arrived so early at school we just sat at a bench next to the woods and talked. He kept asking me silly questions like what is my favorite color. Red. What is my favorite song? Trumpets by Jason Derulo. What is my favorite band/singer? Jason Derulo and Shinedown. Favorite food? Cheese. He laughed at that.
"Why did you go mute?" he asked. I frowned a little. I have never talked about that, mostly because I didn't talk at all.
"My mother died of cancer. It was too traumatic for me to handle." I sighed. At least my voice sounded better.
"I'm so sorry, Alia." he sighed. I looked up at him. There was so much pain in his eyes and I just wanted it to go away. I felt like someone was stabbing at my heart. I winced. I sighed.
"Don't be sad." I whimpered. His eyes flashed in bewilderment.
"What? You are the one with a bad experience. I am sad for you." he laughed but there was no amusement. I smiled sadly at him.
"Don't be. It was a year ago. Let's talk about something else." I suggested. He smirked at me.
"Why did you decide for me to be the first person you talk to in a year?" he smirked. I looked down and my cheeks were burning.
"I guess I feel more comfortable around you than anyone else. I know I am weird." I chuckled. I looked up to see extreme happiness in his eyes. I tugged at the sleeves of the hoodie on me. Then I remembered. "Oh I need to give you this back."
"No. I don't mind. Actually it looks better on you than me. Even though it goes down to your knees." he laughed.
"I know. I'm short." I sighed. He laughed again.
"Or I am just really tall." he pointed out. I nodded.
"Okay. Both I guess." I giggled. He chuckled.
Paul drove me home today. We laughed and talked. Paul was the sweetest guy. Everyone said he was hot headed but I didn't see that at all. He was a senior. Almost 6 years older than me. But still I was falling for him. Hard.
As Paul drove into my driveway my heart stopped. Roger's, my step father, car was there. He only came home early when I was in trouble. It never ended out good for me.
Paul looked at me. I could feel his eyes on me. But I just stared ahead terrified.
"Alia? You okay?" he asked worried. I nodded.
"Excellent." I said my voice cracking.
"You are a horrific liar." he pointed out. I nodded.
"I will see you tomorrow. Friday!" I exclaimed but I wasn't happy. Friday meant no more seeing Paul until Monday.
"Yeah." he sighed. I looked at him. I could tell he was trying to hide his disappointment but failing. Maybe he had something happening tomorrow?
"Bye." I smiled. He waved. I hopped out of the truck. I didn't hear his truck pull away. I walked up to the door. I looked back and he was watching me. I waved and walked in the door. That is when I heard his truck come to life and pull away. A strong scent of alcohol hit my nose. Oh no.
"Child!" Roger screamed from the small living room. I walked into there with my head down. I peeked up to see Roger holding a beer and a scary expression on his face. "How many times do I have to tell you to wear clothes that make me look like a good guardian." he snarled. I shrugged. "Worthless child." he growled.
Suddenly his big footsteps pounded on the wood and he was in front of me. The strong scent of beer made me sneeze. I could feel his glare. He grabbed the front of the hoodie and my head snapped up.
"Why are you wearing a man's sweatshirt?" he growled. I gulped. He slapped me and tears sprung to my eyes. My cheek burned. "Answer me, child!" he yelled in my face. I shook my head. I would never admit it to someone but I am stubborn.
He snarled and smashed his beer against the coffee table. Glass and beer splattered everywhere. He let go of my shirt and raised his broken bottle above his head. I stepped backwards, terrified as the bottle came crashing down. It ripped at my face and I screamed in agony. I held my face and sprinted up the steps.
"I'm not done with you, child!" Roger screamed. I heard his heavy footsteps come up the stairs. I rushed into the bathroom and locked the door. Roger pounded on the door and I was afraid it might break. When the pounding slowed I reached into the cupboard. I grabbed a red towel and held it to my face. I peeled off Paul's hoodie, revealing my pale blue tshirt. I dabbed my face and it hurt like hell.
Once the bleeding stopped I pulled the towel off my face. The right side of my face was covered in blood. I wet another towel and wiped the blood away. There was two long, deep cuts that went from just below my temple to the middle of my jaw. There was also tiny cuts around them. I winced. These won't go away anytime soon. I put some cream on them to speed up the healing. After the cream seeped into my ragged skin I took a shower.
After my shower I slipped out of the bathroom and into my bedroom. I locked the door and put on some pajamas. I grabbed my notebook and ripped the wolf picture out of my notebook. I grabbed a frame and slid the picture inside. I sat on the window seat and put the picture in front of me.
"My wolf will always protect me." I whispered. Tears slipped down my face and I leaned my head back. My wolf may not be real but he is there for me. Always.
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