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 co

cond time I tried it, he found me out but pretended that he didn't know I w

s 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

s 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, l

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 o

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

he gate because they neede

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

dn't even send a friend. Whether it was being extra-protective or she

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

ank

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

ly any human o

enth time, I just gave up an

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

ich when triggered, made a sound that sent shivers dow

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

anded again. "Nois

r. He was even using his left h

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

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

iet road, and then asked me to get out. I didn't question him so he wouldn't change his

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 wa