Chapter 2

Getting to school I'm relaxed more than what I am normally. Knowing that I am not going to be harmed. Nobody in school really talks to me, I'm invisible. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have a friend. Then I think to myself it would only cause more problems that I don't need.

As I walk into my class I notice a different teacher not really sure who he is. I have never seen him before. He stares right at me, I'm not scared, I don't scare easily. I learned not to show your fear to others; it will only cause you more pain. I sit there and wait for him to introduce himself, but he does not. He looks at me and leaves the Room. I'm in shock, not really sure why.

Next thing I know Mr. Daniels our English teacher comes into the classroom and class begins. To my surprise that mystery man never comes back. I began to wonder why he was staring at me. I can't focus as the class goes on and then I hear the bell. My other classes go super slow. I'm so glad when it is finally lunchtime I'm actually excited for lunch honestly I'm starving. Cafeteria food is not the greatest, but it's nice to be able to have a warm meal.

  I do not sit beside anybody, I am always alone. No one dares to sit by the half-breed that killed her own mother. None of this was my fault. I wish I could tell people that but it's not like they would believe me anyways. It's like I was born in despair, not sure why I wonder what I did in another life that was so horrible to have this life. 

I try not to think of all of that, especially when there are some good things. Including this cheeseburger that I am about to indulge myself in. It's like nothing else matters but this damn cheeseburger I am about to eat thinking It's going to make me the happiest girl in the world. I laugh to myself if only I could be happy.

As I bite into my cheeseburger my mouth begins to water as I eat it. I find that it actually really doesn't even taste that good but I'm starving so I'm happy That I get to eat today. I almost eat myself till I feel like I'm going to explode. Knowing that I'm not going to be eating again until school tomorrow. I guess I should be happy at least it keeps me thin.

I came to accept never to be cared about or loved. I'm fine with that. To be honest I don't even know what love is or how it feels. I sometimes wonder if it really makes you feel all nice and warm inside. To be honest it just sounds like bullshit to me. I watch as couples pronounce their love to each other in school. It's ridiculous.

I sometimes imagine that maybe my mother did love me and that is why she carried me. Wondering if she would rub her belly and sing to me, maybe even talk to me telling me that she loved me. I would like to think that she did. Even though my grandparents tell me that she even hated me. 

I try to get out of my thoughts, so I can enjoy my lunch instead of sitting in my own sorrow. I hate feeling sorry for myself. There's no reason it is not my fault. I might have come into this world with circumstances that weren't the greatest. It still doesn't mean that I deserve any of this. It's like my life is silenced, and I'm only allowed to watch others live, and I wait for my own misery.

As I hear the lunch bell ring knowing that lunch is over the day is halfway through. Disappointed that it is almost time to go home Not wanting to go back to my misery. I wish school was longer. I'm not allowed to take any extra classes. If I was able to, I'd never be home. I would make sure that I would take every class possible to stay away from them.

I even asked to get a job after school, so I wouldn't have to be home. They would get angry. They would tell me what people would think of us if you worked at such a young age. Eventually I quit asking, so the beatings would stop. They don't like when I ask for anything because I am so undeserving.

As I walk into biology after lunch The teacher approaches me.

"Stella, you are wanted at the principal office."

I look at the teacher in shock my face goes pale "what do you mean I'm wanted at the principal's office did they say why"

"No they did not, they just asked for you to report to the principal's office when you entered class."

As I am walking to the principal's office I don't understand why. I haven't done anything wrong. If they have called my grandparents I am in so much trouble. I walk as slowly as I can wondering If I should even go, maybe it would be better if I ran. Knowing no matter what my fate would not be good.

I decided to go to the principal's office knowing I don't have the guts to run. As I open the door my hands are shaking I am terrified. I walk in quiet not wanting to speak. What will it be this time? What will I be blamed for? Before I even get to speak the principal walks out.

"Hello Stella, please come into my office, somebody is here to see you."

As I walk into his office I see the man from earlier Wondering what he wants. I go to sit in the chair, but the man stops me.

"There is no need to sit, you are not staying long, we are leaving."

"What do you mean we are leaving? I don't even know you."

"You are soon of age, you only have 2 weeks to go. I made an offer for you earlier And your grandparents accepted you're now mine."

I shiver at his words. Not really sure how to react to the situation. "I have 2 weeks. I'm not going anywhere. Until then that's not how the rules work, they're in place for a reason."

"Your grandparents were pleased to get rid of you early. There was no objection to it. As long as they agree that's all that matters."

"Maybe I object don't I get a say."

He looks at me and laughs "no you don't have a say let's go."

He grabs a hold of my arm and drags me along. I'm terrified. I thought I had time to prepare for this moment, but now I don't. My fate is left in this man's hands. His grip is so cold and rough. What is going to happen to me now? I should have run. Maybe I still can once we get outside I will just try to get away maybe I can be free.

He looks at me with cold eyes "don't even try running you will regret it I can promise you that."

As I look into his eyes it's almost like he is familiar. I wonder how I know him. It almost feels like he is a part of me. I became confused. I want to ask, but I can't what if he thinks I'm crazy. I don't want things to be worse than what they already are going to be. 

His strength is remarkable. I've never felt such strong hands. It makes my body shake with fear thinking of what he could do to me. Hoping that my fate isn't going to be death. As we are getting closer and closer to the car knowing I should run and not get into his car. Not wanting to be punished right off the bat I allow him just to throw me into the back seat without a struggle.

As he gets into the driver's side he looks back "I know that you must be confused on what is happening I will explain but not now."

"I am not confused. I am of age. It is what is to happen once you turn 16. I am no stranger to suffering."

He looks at me confused and he doesn't speak which I am thankful for. I truly don't want to talk to him. I'm not going to sit here and wallow in my defeat. There's no point. I knew that there was no possible way I would ever be free from the situation. My grandparents finally got what they deeply desired. Now that I am gone they can get on with their life and be happy.