Lesley's POV
The next morning I'd managed to avoid Trevor during breakfast, before hurrying upstairs to help my aunt. And as always, she's being difficult as hell.
"Stop that!" "That hurts!" "You bitch!" "Stupid!" "Incapable brat!"
And at the end of every one of those, I was slapped. My cheek was red and swollen and I honestly had to battle my tears and anger at every turn. Whoever, said 'turn the other cheek' clearly didn't get bitch-slapped!
What I wanted to say:
"HEY! I'm trying to pull off your disgusting, grown-ass diaper and give you a bath, so stop slapping me, while I'm trying to help your sorry little paralyzed ass!"
What I had to say:
"I'm sorry," I said softly, with all the self-control I could muster. I wish I could say that I felt some kind of sympathy for her, but I really didn't! She was a first-class asshole and a drama queen! As in if you looked up the definition of a drama-queen in a dictionary, there would be a huge ass picture of her and her ginormous ego!
She scoffed like an 80+ smoker/alcoholic and finally let me bathe her. But because she didn't stay still, I of course got soaked. I wanted to kill her so badly. It would be so easy.
Sorry, she got cut in the curtains. UPS!
Yeah, because she was gonna make me a murderer! (note: sarcasm!)
I was so caught up in my thoughts, I didn't notice my grip on the soap loosen and I dropped it. I accidentally sighed out loud, before bending down and getting it back. And they say that you should not bend down in the prison! I say: depends on the prison!
"OH!"
My aunt suddenly cried out. I looked up, confused as hell. What the shit---? But I quickly noticed what she'd been doing.
Forming on her thigh, was a huge red spot in the shape of the showerhead. I sighed! Come fucking on! Not this again.?! Yeah! She did that too. She would deliberately hurt herself and blame me! Uncle Harry would always see red when his mate was hurt. And she enjoyed seeing him beat the crape out of me.
"What's going on?!" my uncle yelled only a second later, as he stormed the bathroom. I jumped up.
"It was an accident!" I tried to holler, but it was useless! I knew that trying to claim innocence was only going to make things worse, but the second I saw my Uncle's eyes I knew I was fucked!
"You little.," he yelled, grabbing a fist full of hair.
I didn't remember much after that.
I vaguely remembered him grabbing my head and slamming it against the bathroom tiles. The tiles broke and shattered around me. I felt blood running down my face and left ear. I barely had my hands up in defense as the punches landed one by one. Everything after that was just so---distance. My uncle screaming, my aunt's fake sobbing, the pain. It all drowned in a loud noise of nothingness. Like my ears were too full to take it in.
I scrambled to my feet and got out of there. I barely reached downstairs when the sour and vile liquid started to run up my throat and my stoma content wanted to make a run for it. I threw up in the kitchen sink, making the room spin even worse. My head felt like it was about to explode, and I couldn't stop throwing up.
Amanda came over and got me to school, but I honestly didn't remember much. What day it was, what class I was in, what the hell I was doing.
All I knew is that I wanted to throw up! NOW!
I rushed out of class, found a bathroom, and once again exited my internal organs into the toilet. Or at least that's what it felt like! Fuck!
I grabbed the side of my head. The bleeding had stopped but seeing my reflection in the mirror, honestly almost gave me a heart attack. My eyes were bloodshot, and my chin was bruised and swollen to almost twice its original size. Lines of dried blood colored my face, making me look like a victim of Dracula! I carefully touched the cut, only to feel a stinging and burning sensation rush through my body.
Fuck!
I turned on the tap and started to wash my face. Or at least get some cold water on it, but this turned out to be a bad idea. The second I moved my head, the room started spinning again and I felt sick. I crept over to the closest corner and just sat there; waiting/hoping for death to bring an end to it. I brought my knees as close as possible, resting my head on them and my body against the cold wall.
Just be still, I continued to tell myself, trying to breathe normally. The pain comes to an end. Everything comes to an end.
"I'll be ok," I sighed out through my teeth, trying to make it through the pain. "No matter what I'll be fine!" I pressed down the tears and although my heart was aching to cry, I didn't. I was never letting anyone know, that they got to me. At least Dean was right about that! That's how you survive.
That's when I heard them. There were four boys. This I smelt because my hearing was still all fucked up. What the fuck were they doing here? And that's when I finally realized. Great! I was in the men's bathroom! How did I know? Well, one clue was the four boys walking in, but honestly, the smell! Boys just stink!
"What the.?!" one of them screeched, making my eardrums bleed. Oh god, just shut the fuck.! Yeah, I was in the wrong bathroom, but seriously?! They acted as if they'd never seen a girl before. I scoffed. Probably hadn't!
"Is she passed out?" another one asked, slowly approaching me, like I was an exotic and dangerous animal. I'm both, but still!
No, she's still here, desperately trying to pass out, so shut your trunk and get out!
Again, this was what I wanted to scream at them, but I didn't have the strength to even move at this point.
"Man! She must be so high!" another one giggled like a schoolgirl.
"Isn't that Lesley? You know, the slut Trevor's always going on about?"
Of course, that bastard is talking shit about me!
"She's so cheap, he gets it for free," the other one laughs again.
Yeah, right!
I could hear them whisper. Somehow that made me more nervous. I had to get up and get away. Something bad was gonna happen. I just knew it! I tried to steady my hand and get up, but the second I tried to move, the room was spinning, and I felt like I was gonna throw up.
That's when I suddenly felt the warm liquid on my body.
Oh no! They didn't.!
But of course, they did!
They literally peed on me!
In the werewolf society, if you were trying to hide your scent, that's a very efficient way of doing it. In the "normal" society, it's just gross! And talking about hiding my scent?! The only thing that did was make me smell like a bad combination of puck and urine!
They giggled like schoolgirls, laughing and calling me names. I didn't care. I wanted to cry. This was beyond humiliating. Beyond any stupid, boyish prank! This was wrong! I didn't deserve this. I didn't deserve any of this!!!
With that, my anger had finally built up, giving me the strength, I needed to stand. I drained my wolf of her healing ability, making her pass out in the back of my mind.
Don't worry, girl, I softly told her, feeling my bruises heal and wounds closing. This will be worth it!
"Oh fuck, she's mad," one yelled, still smiling while they hustled to put their junk back in their pants. Through my blurred, foggy vision, I saw them head for the door. Anger turned to rage. Oh, I don't think so!
The next second I slammed it shut. I used my werewolf speed to cut in front, staring them down, with a look that will hunt their nightmares forever.
"How the.?!" one exclaimed, his expression becoming a mix of horror and surprise.
"You think this is funny?" I sneered and a low growl escaped my lips. My fists were clenched at my side and I was honestly enjoying the sudden pale and terrified expression on their faces.
"Now I'm gonna have some fun!"
