Ariana Peyton's Diary (Mated To An Enemy)
eryday to school, to save my mom some stress, right? I wish I could, but I didn't like the bus. Or maybe I liked the bus but disliked the people in it. Especially Big Joe. Big Joe's a
ry chance he got. He mocked my body hair and my siz
me. About me being ugly, I'm not sure. Everyone I get close to, calls me pretty. He is the only one, (apart from the monster who beat my mom everyday
ut the scars, but
change it though, by clutching my backpack on my chest and hiding myself under the seats before he c
econd time I tried it, he found me out but pretended that he didn't know I
as my loud yells that prompted the driver to attend to me, and he forced him to get up. He was that mean. I didn't understand how a child that young could
only bully I had, bu
and there was no space at all. So I went back to class, struggling to hold my pee. After a while I returned to the bathroom but I found out that it was empty but locked. Goodness Gracious. I almost cried. I decided to use the boys' since it was free, and open, and equally neat. So I went in, and while I was peeing at the corner, I saw someone in the other seat beside me,
ming me down, he let me leave. Actually, when he touched
t Big Joe. It was 30 minutes after school and I was still waiting for
head on my bed because I was really tired. No,bathe first. It was sports day in our school that day, and I had played football and relay race with a group of
ere watching the gate expecting to see a figure of my lovely mom. Oh! How I longed for her that day. But it was Big Joe I saw. He was comin
I thought he had gone home already?
t me for a while, smiled sheepishly, grabbed a l
me?" I wondered why. Or was he simply tired of
was still waiting for Mom. I went up to one of the teachers and
s wo
the gate because they need
binson said and he left me after locking the
stopped by, right before me and
ung man. About twenty four years. Wi
ate to reply. I won
you" he said. "Get in quickly
on that sent the cab according to hi
ldn't even send a friend. Whether it was being extra-protective or s
h and airy. With loud music blaring from the speaker. If I didn
quiet. So I asked him, "Did Unc
re entering the car. But it all happene
ng to me, still grabb
n send you to pick
me?" He asked. Somehow his
didn't
ng was definitely off. But I was too tired to think. I was just a little girl. I was even already sleeping. 'Mayb
because he might be playing a trick on
volume instead" and so
nk y
Kangaroo Es
es" i
y house, so I kinda believed him. Not
nd!" I yelled but he ac
ir
teach me my job?" He barked
lf. I started to cry when he went further down the wrong
e, my mom would be so wo
aid calmly. "I'm not about doing
at me in a surprised way. That was probably because he didn't see t
but with a defiant tone. It only made
dly any human
enth time, I just gave up and
ked and carefully came to my side, and carri
u well" he said carryin
eat me
er man welcomed him and
The figure was clad in oversized black cloak that hugged its waist and face tightly, I couldn't see any of the body parts. I didn't know its gender eve
ed real. For a floor, there was a tunnel that turned and turned while you walk on it so that
ch when triggered, made a sound that sent shivers down
he said
head as I beheld t
d Keep
this voice was familiar, and because I saw something on its wrist,
that tree. I let him because I didn't want him to hurt me. I heard wolves growling and whimpering around me but I didn't
h terror an
nded again. "Noise
. He was even using his left han
it b
rom the living room call. They t
he strange tree. Just then, another figure came over. I know i
o men's conversation in the living room. I also listened to his breath behind
's too young" the older and taller ma
z likes them y
. She can't be
oung man said. I was so shocked at their words. So I just hugged myself in a corner and sobbed
s" the older man argued. They were whispering but I could hear clearl
me lots of brains to get her! Take her to the Alpha a
take her back. W
eciding for Al
s my boss,
om I was kept in. It was the older man. He carried me and rubbed my hair. I just watched him do everything
et road, and then asked me to get out. I didn't question him so he wouldn't change his mi
led and threw a fit. I wished I could let some tears out that moment. I needed
ctually home and not dreaming. The experience had been really traumatic for me. What was even more traumatic
e was