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Chapter 2
"Mia!" I cower closer to the wall as I hear the heavy footsteps come nearer. The chains secured firmly around my wrists and ankles, are digging into my skin drawing, blood with every move I make. The dingy basement is damp leaving a slight chill in my bones, that has me caving in on myself for warmth. "Well there you are." I close my eyes at the flood of light filtering through the now open door. I bite back a whimper when he starts coming down the stairs. It's only been two days since I've seen him last and that isn't long enough for my old wounds to heal. I flinch as he bends down in front of me; his mouth turned up into a sadistic grin. "Now now," he coos reaching a hand out to pet my hair, "is that any way to treat your father?" I don't answer as I squeeze my eyes shut in hopes that he'll leave me alone. "ANSWER ME!" He bellows yanking my hair and jerking my neck back so I can stare into his menacing eyes. "What are you?" He asked sternly his grip tightening making me wince. If he tugs any harder I'm sure he'll rip a chunk of my hair out. "What. Are. You?" He asked one last time looking over my bloody and bruised face. His mouth turning into a satisfied menacing grin. This is what he wants. To break me; he wants me to know my place. So I give it to him because I might not survive if I don't.
"Nothing; I am nothing."
I bolt upright with a start gasping for air, only to be gently pushed back down. I looked down at the needles and tubes sticking out of heart begins to beat rapidly in panic. I cannot be in the hospital. I quickly try to sit back up, my survival instinct to make a run for it, taking over but again I'm pushed back into the pillows.
"Whoa! Take an easy." I looked to my right to find the boy from the woods hovering over me with his hand on my shoulder. I shrunk away in fear when I realized he could kill me in a second. He must have noticed my reaction because he quickly retracted his hand and took a step back. "Listen I'm sorry if I scared you the other night, my name is Scott." He offered a small smile that reminds me of a puppy, exactly what he is. I noticed that without the claws and glowing eyes he's looks just like any other teenager. He has shaggy black hair, chocolate-brown eyes to compliment his tan skin, and an uneven jaw line, that I bet most people wouldn't notice. He looks friendly enough, but looks can be deceiving. "What's your name?" He questioned soothingly almost like he's speaking to a scared animal.
"Mia," I whispered knowing he would be able to hear me. Right after the whisper of my name leaves my mouth I see him nod, out of the corner of my eye.
"And I'm Stiles!" I twisted to my left in surprise at the new voice. I didn't even see anyone else in the room let alone standing right next to me. I look at the new boy in suspicion wondering if he too, is a werewolf. However, from the way he's fidgeting I don't think he is. "I'm Scott's friend." He smiles motioning to Scott with a flick of his wrist. I take in his short brown hair that is a little longer and spiked in the front, his light brown eyes, pale skin, and scrawny frame that definitely put him in the human group.
"Look we know what happened may seem a little crazy-"Scott began only to be cut off by Stiles.
"And by a little he means incredibly shouldn't be possible only in fairy tales kind of crazy." Stiles blurted out tapping the side of the bed frame with his hand. This kid just cannot seem to stay still.
"Thank you Stiles," Scott glared before focusing his attention back on me. "We just need to know that you aren't going to tell anyone. We'll explain everything to you, but we need your word that you won't freak out." Scott pleaded his eyes holding a hint of fear. I looked down at my hands in contemplation. I could play dumb and act completely innocent or I can just cut the cord now and be completely honest.
"I know what you are," I croaked suddenly getting choked up at the memories catapulting through my mind like a huge fire-ball desecrating everything in its path. "If you're planning to take me to your alpha your dead wrong." I said defiantly, straightening up so I could look Scott in the eyes. He seems taken aback by my mood swing, but doesn't comment on it as he shakes his head.
"No Derek is the last person I want you to be around right now." Scott defends looking to his friend over my shoulder. "And I have no intentions of hurting you Mia. I'm just trying to figure out where you came from." I sag against the bed in relief at his words. So he has no connection with my family; that's perfect.
"But out of idle curiosity where did you come from?" Stiles less than subtly asked eagerly leaning forward until he's in my personal space. If I was some other girl in another life I would most likely capture this opportunity and flirt with Stiles, he's cute enough. But I'm not some other girl, I'm Mia Dawson and I don't have time for mediocre things like boys.
"My mother's womb," I answered curtly watching in amusement as Stiles stares at me in disbelief.
"How very vague of you," he huffed going back to his earlier position. "Scott we should really go before your mo-mother is such a beautiful woman!" He backtracks quickly as Scott and I look at him in confusion.
"Why thank you Stiles," comes a feminine voice as Scott and I snap our heads to the doorway. A woman with the same black hair as Scott's only longer and pulled into a ponytail, saunters into the room. She's really quite pretty for her age and from the identical chocolate-brown eyes, there's no doubt she's Scott's mother. "Okay what are you two doing in here?" She asked the two obvious teen boys, placing her hands on her hips in exasperation. Her eyes widen at the realization that I'm awake. "Oh how are you feeling?" She pushed Scott out-of-the-way as she checks my pulse. I nod silently telling her I'm fine. I glanced up at the boys who are huddled in the corner whispering secretly to each other. "You took quite a hit, you're incredibly lucky that you only got away with a few bruised ribs and some cuts." I choose not to mention that ninety-nine percent of those cuts weren't from the car. "However we did find that you have quite a few bruises, most of them too old to be from the car…" she trails off deciding not to mention the scars, sprained bones, or the way my heart speeds up dangerously fast at random times.
"Hmm," I hummed looking towards the window in anticipation. I know that in order to survive I need to not draw any attention to myself. I am only supposed to pass through, and I can't have doctor's and nurses wondering about how I'd gotten my injuries. Once she and these boys leave, I'm on the next bus out of this town. I noticed the whispering has stopped as the room falls into an awkward silence. Scott and Stiles are staring at me in curiosity while Scott's mother stands patiently.
"Do you have any family? Someone that we can call for you?" I quickly shook my head no as my stomach twisted into nervous knots. I mentally beat myself up for getting myself in this situation.
"No I don't have any family," I lied feeling the skip in my heartbeat as I said it. From the way Scott's eyebrows scrunch together I know he heard it too. I watch a look of sympathy slide over her face before she's masking it with a smile.
"Well my name is Melissa," she introduces herself then points to Scott, "and it seems you already met my son." I nodded wondering where exactly she was going with all of this. "And since you didn't exactly come into town on the best circumstances I was wondering if you had anywhere to stay tonight…" she pauses looking at me expectantly.
"Mia! Her name's Mia." Scott butts in coming to stand next to his mother. He smiled down at me clearly understanding something I'm not.
"Well Mia, how would you like to stay with us for a few days?" She suggested warmly, "at least until you have a place to stay and I'm assuming you will be starting school?" She questioned making me look around nervously. I haven't even been in this town two days and already I've been chased by werewolves, encountered hunters, hit by a car, and given out too much information about myself. Yet as I looked at Melissa, Scott, and even Stiles who is fidgeting in the corner, I find myself wanting to stay here.
"Just for a few days," I clarify not denying her offer, but not coming out and accepting it either. Melissa nods smiling down at the floor as she starts to back out of the room.
"Okay then. I'll see about getting you discharged, but it the meantime there is a change of clothes for you in the bathroom. It isn't the fanciest outfit, but it should get you through the day or until Scott takes you shopping." She throws over her shoulder as she hurried out the door. We sit in silence for a minute absorbing what just happened.
"So I guess we are going to the mall then," Stiles broke the silence as I started to pull the tape off my hands.
"I guess so," Scott exhales a worried sigh looking at me, "when you get ready we'll take you to the mall so you can get some clothes and school supplies. You do plan to go to school right?" Scott questions as I swing my small legs over the side of the bed to touch the floor. I close my eyes and take shallow breaths as my ribs start to hurt. "Here let me help," I hear Scott's voice as he makes an attempt to grab my hand, but I'm quick to pull it away.
"No I'll be fine," I murmured standing on shaky legs. I look back at his solemn face as I realize what he must be thinking. "But thank you for the offer," I say giving him a small smile, "I can handle the pain on my own." He smiled and nods in understanding as I start to slowly walk to the restroom. Once inside I take a good long look at myself in the mirror and cringe at what I see. My silky dark brown hair that Melissa so nicely washed for me falls in soft curls reaching just past my shoulders, my light green eyes stand out against my sun kissed skin, and my petite frame looks almost sickly as I see my bones in some spots. However being only 5'4" most people wouldn't think twice about my thin exterior or how I really got so thin. But the bruise dusting my left cheekbone and the cuts above my right eye and lip might be a little harder to explain away. I sigh as I start to gingerly take off the paper-thin hospital gown. I find that my ribs are wrapped in gauzes making them easy enough to hide and that my stomach and back are more purple and black than white. I ran a hand over my flat expanse of stomach and I wonder what life would have been like if I too was a werewolf.
"Hey are you alright in there?" Stiles calls out, I shake my head from the thoughts, as I slip into the scrubs that Melissa got for me. Despite popular belief they aren't the most uncomfortable thing to wear I decided stepping into the room. "Ready?" He asked as I looked around for Scott. "Oh Scott had somewhere to be so I will be taking you." He says a little too thrilled to be taking a girl shopping. But I don't say anything even as he drives like a bat out of hell in his powder blue jeep to the main part of town. "Do you have money cause Scott gave me some for your clothes and whatever else you may need," I shake my head no as I hold up a wad of one hundred-dollar bills. "Or there's that," he parked the car and turned to me eyeing the bills I'm stuffing into my pocket. "Let me guess you are on the run because you robbed a bank and your getaway car left to go buy pizza?" Stiles theorizes making me almost laugh, but I choose to shake my head and jump out of the jeep. "God, do you ever speak?" He asks letting out an exasperated sigh clearly becoming agitated with me already. I pull on the hem of the scrubs trying to decide whether or not to speak.
"What's school like?" I asked suddenly eyeing all the teenagers walking through the mall.
"It's a smelly place where dreams go to die and the teachers hate you." He grimaces no doubt thinking about one teacher in particular. I nodded, starting to second guess the whole school thing. "What? You've never been?" He asked jokingly as I look down at my feet in embarrassment. Of course I've never been to an actual school before! "No," I looked up at him in panic as his eyes hold disbelief. "You've never been to school!" He practically shouts catching more than one person's attention as we walk by.
"No," I hissed narrowing my eyes at him, "I just never got the chance, okay?" I tried to leave it at that but Stiles is a persistent one.
"Why not? How old are you exactly?" I take a sharp turn into Charlotte Ruse hoping he would keep walking, but my hopes are squashed when he comes up beside me. "You didn't answer my questions."
"I'm sixteen; seventeen in a few weeks and I've never been to school because" I've been chained and tortured for the last fourteen years of my life. "Because I've been homeschooled," Okay not an all-out lie, it's really not a lie when you bend the truth. I did receive schooling on occasion. I watch as he opens his mouth for round two when a high-pitched voice interrupts him.
"Stiles! What is your emergency and why did I have to meet you here?" I turn around to find a girl around my height and age, with bouncy strawberry blond hair, and designer clothes strolling over to us on expensive heels. She looked like a rich bitch, that shouldn't be giving Stiles the time of day.
"Lydia!" Stiles exclaimed his face softening at the redhead. "I need your help." He said trying to send a subtle glance my way, but I was raised with wolves, so I learned to be observant, so nothing escapes my attention. Although, I did seem to escape this girl's attention as she turned scrutinizing eyes on me.
"And who might you be?" She asked as she raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow.
"I'm-"
"Mia! Her name is Mia," Stiles cut in much like Scott did. Now I can see why the two of them are such good friends. Only Stiles seems to be mesmerized with Lydia, like she's the last candy bar on the shelf.
"Hmm," Lydia hummed staring at me with scrutinizing eyes as she walked around me in slow circles. "I bet your pretty under all that bruising," she waved her hand stopping in front of me, "and with the right clothes and make-up; I can make you beautiful." She smiled grabbing my hand and steering me to the back of the store. "Come on, we have a lot, and I mean a lot of ground to cover before school tomorrow." I gulp looking to Stiles helplessly, as I think this might be my biggest challenge yet.
We pulled up to what I assume to be Scott's house. It's small and quaint; the exact kind of house I've always wanted. I turn to Stiles who is looking at Scott's house over my shoulder.
"The lights are on so Scott should be up." He says looking to me with a nod. I flick my eyes back to the numerous bags I'm going to have to carry in. I'm not making Stiles do it considering he followed Lydia and I around all night like a puppy dog with those bags. The boy is head over heels for that girl and she has no idea he even exists. I feel bad for him, but also a little envious. I may not be a blimp on any guy's radar but it wouldn't be bad to be looked at like that for once.
"Thank you Stiles for everything. I know you don't know me at all, but you treated me nicely which hasn't happened in a long time." I breathe looking at the kid's surprised face. "And as for Lydia she is stupid not to see how great you are. I'm sure one day she'll see all the things you would do for her and most likely have done for her. From what I have seen of you, I really hope you get the girl." I give him a small smile as my door is suddenly yanked open revealing a smiling Scott.
"Have fun?" He asked looking to me before smirking at Stiles who still hasn't closed his mouth. I nod snatching as many bags as I can carry from the back before handing Scott the rest.
"Good night Stiles," I give him another thankful nod before jumping out of the jeep and walking up to the small home. Who knows maybe one day I'll have a place to call home too.
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