Chapter 2

Sylvia

I enter the class in a slow pace so that I don’t distract anyone as the teacher is continuing with the lesson. Mr. John is already accustomed to my late coming. But he warned me not to distract his class. He was tired of punishing me each and every day. One day, he called me to his office and I had to explain why I always came late most of the days. I had to lie to him, of course. I explained that I had to work so that I could pay my school fees. He was so understanding. I thanked moon goddess for that victory because since that day he doesn't punish me. And in turn, I try my best not to disappoint him with poor performance.

But as I am walking to find my seat, I slide on something and fall down with a thud on my b**t sending my books flying on air before they are scattered on the floor since I was holding them in my hands. The whole class bursts out laughing and throwing things at me. I am sure the ones doing this are the werewolves. I notice it's some sort of oil poured on the floor. Obviously, it's deliberate, why do they always want to see me in pain? I have never done anything to deserve all this hatred I get from them.

No one ever comes to my aid, I fall down, and I get up on my own. I nurse my wounds until they heal.

I try to get up, but I can’t the pain too much for me, and the humiliation I feel is too much for me. I hide my face in my hands, I don’t want to see their faces at all. Why do I have to face all of this each and every time? I feel hot tears streaming down my face slowly. I can’t help them, I have a really tight lump in my throat and chest, and only crying can help relieve me.

“Sylvia, can you get up and take a seat, you are disturbing my class.”? Mr. John shouts angrily, but I stay put. “I told you never to distract my class with your late coming. Now you are causing a scene.” He adds. I feel him walking towards me, I don’t mean to disrespect him, but the pain in my bu** is unbearable. I cannot even feel my legs.

“I am sorry, sir.” I say in between sobs.

“Hey sir, could you please give me permission to teach her a lesson?” I hear a voice that makes me shiver each moment. He is the cruelest of them all, Caleb. I hope Mr. John isn’t going to let him harm me. What I go through at the pack is enough. I am a punching bag for the entire pack. Being in the Alpha's mansion helps me a lot because it shields me from the rest of the pack members. I am not saying that what I go through at the house is better, no. But it's at least bearable because I am already used to it.

“Oh no Caleb, I will deal with her myself. She will surely have detention the rest of the week.” Mr. John says. I hear Caleb chuckling, I can also hear him turning the gum in his mouth. He never goes anywhere without it. I am sure he knows what will happen to me if I go back late.

“No sir, please don’t give me detention.” I beg.

“Oh so you can stand, huh! You are so treacherous.” He smirks angrily. I didn’t even notice that I got up. I can’t afford to be on detention. I have a thousand and one chores waiting for me each day after school. I cannot afford to waste a minute of my time.

“Please sir, I will do anything else but not detention, please.” I beg, but he just looks at me with a disgusted look before leaving the classroom. I know he must think that I lied to him before.

“Please, sir, please.” Kendrick teases as everyone joins in laughter. Kendrick is going to be Caleb’s Beta. He is as cruel as Caleb, too. Everyone is so mean to me. I bend to pick up my books, but someone pushes me from behind, and I fall right on my forehead before landing flat on my stomach. I fall on my right arm.

“Ouch!” I scream in pain. I am sure I have fractured my arm.

“Sorry Omega.” I hear Carmen’s annoying voice right behind me. She is definitely the one who pushed me. She doesn't leave any chance to taunt me. She is Caleb’s girlfriend, she believes that she is his mate. I hope it doesn't turn out to be. Sorry to say this, but she is a cold-blooded bit**. I truly hate her to the core, I would have stood right here and pulled her hair, but the problem is that I'm not that strong. I am even weaker than humans. I am just pathetic as they call me. I also don't want to die, if I just try to harm Carmen, I am sure that Caleb will not hesitate to rip my head off my body.

What I have is hope, that one day I will be able to stand up for myself. I will not give in to all the torture. I want to live, not just existing. I want to explore, live for myself. Sleep in if I want to, pursue my dreams. This is the only thing that keeps me going. The hope that one day, my life will be perfect.

With that self-encouragement, I get off the floor, ignoring all the taunts and name-calling. Pick up my books one by one. I look at Caleb and the rest of them, in my heart I swear to revenge each and every bad deed they have done to me ever since I was a little girl. I wipe my tears with the back of my arm, before proceeding to the next class. No one is going to stop me from achieving what brought me to school. I am a survivor and I will conquer all.

***

The rest of the day goes on well, of course there is name-calling, body-shaming from my classmates. But there is nothing new, I have heard everything, they are just repeating what they have been saying for years. They sound just like a broken record.

“Sylvia, Mr. John is asking for you in his office.” A junior comes to inform me when the classes end for the day. Oh! no, I thought he was joking.

“Sir, you called for me.” I ask when I get to his office.

“Yes, go to the auditorium, the other detainees are there. You will have one hour detention for a month.” He firmly says.

“Please, sir. Have mercy on me, it wasn’t my fault in the morning, someone poured oil deliberately on the floor that’s why I fell sir, please. I cannot afford to waste an hour.” I beg him.

“Close the door, people are staring.” He says, ushering to the open door of his office. Why does he want me to close the door? We have always been advised to leave the door open when meeting lecturers of opposite gender. I shiver a little as I close the door. I flinch and almost fall when I turn around and find him just inches away from me. I hold my breath, I feel nauseated by his sight. He smiles, showing me his yellow teeth. They are disgusting.

“Sir, please get away from me.” I say, pushing him away from me.

“The only way to get out of detention is if you j**k me off.” He says, using his middle finger to lower his spectacles off his face. He tilts his head and looks at me lustfully.

“Yuck! Never.” I say. I have never thought I would ever stoop that low. Never. I better die than disrespect myself like that.

“Then it's two hours of detention.” He adds arrogantly walking back to his chair.

I walk out of his office with an already made decision, I know it will be hard but I will just have to do it. My life is more Important.