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I struggled to turn off alarm without opening my eyes. Yes it was my alarm that sounded like that. It originally sounded like `Ringggggg! Ringggggggg!` But it was a like million years old. I scooted to the edge of my bed and tried to reach for the alarm eyes closed and to snooze it, just five more minutes, five more minutes of bliss, my hand not fully awake swiped and everything on my nightstand ended up in the floor with loud crashing noises which jolted me awake and led my to scrambling movements that had me sliding off the bed, my tangled bed sheets wrapped around and entrapping my left leg.I quickly held on to the floral patterned curtain at my window and ended up pulling the whole thing off as I ended up on the floor, the curtain over me, my alarm clock still of course ringing.My name is Catherine and I hate my life."What the fucking hell is wrong with you."A 40 year old woman barged into the room with an overnight mask raised to the top of her head and a concoction of of green disaster that was supposed to be a treatment for her skin but will never do anything to help her mangle, evil, dastardly, hopeless, -"You ungrateful thing. Because I allow you the privilege to go to school you think to ruin my house?""Its my father's house."I muttered cause it was the truth.The truth though does not always save you cause I got a red cheek that day for my efforts. A result of the slap she gave me in case you were wondering.I'm just glad my little sister Emma wasn't around to see that. She was currently off at a sleepover and was a sweet little 13 year old thing that didn't deserve to live with or even know people like my step mother exist. Yes that thing was a human thing my father married. Why? I don't know either.My life wasn't always this bad. I had a loving mother, loving father, annoying little sister that I constantly want to murder. A perfect family.And then my mom died of a terrible malaria fever on a trip to Africa.My dad of course was grieving and grew distant. If only it stopped at that though. He started drinking and smoking and all those bad habits they talk about in the movies about abusive fathers. You read that right. I cleared my throat and mentally read; Abusive: Noun: Prone to treat someone badly by coarse, insulting words or other maltreatment; reproachful; scurrilous. . . . Or was it an adverb? English isn't my best subject. I know weird right? Anyways the first time he hit me was when I refused to get him a beer. I was 13 just like my sister is now and refused to get him a beer because it had been 2 years since mom died and he needed to cut the crap. He was remorseful when he was sober he'd apologize and take us the park. Problem was that he was only sober once in two months.My annoying sister became the reason for me to try everyday. I do it for her. Or maybe for future me, I don't know anymore these days.He died in a car accident -don't drink and drive folks- I knew my father had become a drunk but I never thought he'd be as stupid as to drive while drunk.We would have been sent to am orphanage or foster home, assuming he hadn't married that witch 5 days ago.I know, I know, it sounds too much like a fictional Cinderella story, but unfortunately in my case, there is no prince looking for me with a glass slipper in hand.I looked at the ugly curtain on the floor. I'll have to fix that before leaving for school.I hate my mornings. It sucks ever since my mom died, sometimes I find myself wondering what could be worse than my present, little did I know I was about to be forced into the the worse aspect of my life.I am a soon to be 20 year old college student at this varsity a few miles away. St. Louis Cardinal was a school for rich kids. I don't know why my stepmother can let me go to a school like this, but I'm not mad at it. At all.Unlike in the high school movies, most of these kids aren't bullies or anything mostly because they are too fragile and bothered about how to make their twenty third birthday bigger than their twenty second -while they are still twenty. Mostly rich kids being mean is a stereotype. And poor kids being the bullied ones? Also stereo type. I have 2 best friends one of who's father is a minister and the other is the next thing to Jeff Bezos. They are the richest kids in school and I bully them all the time.Maybe I don't get discriminated because of my friends or the bitchy assholes in the school haven't found me yet. Either ways I love my school life.I walked into the school premises and walk past the student's parking lot which was filled with exotic cars ranging from ferraris, lambos to all those other fancy cars I never bother to learn the name of.I should hate being in a school like this, right? Where all I see are spoilt rich kids who can't clean their shoes on their own if you put a gun to their heads. Okay maybe a little exaggeration but you get my point. I don't have an issue with their lifestyle, cause they aren't trying to brag -well some of them- it's just the way they were brought up. Sometimes I get a little envious but its okay, I'm only human."What up bitch."Emerald one of the best friend I mentioned earlier said goodnaturedly walking up to my right side.She is around my 5ft 7 height with blond hair green eyes like mine and perfect teeth."Hey B. I had a dream we made pretty babies."And that is Beast - don't ask me why his parents named him that.- and contrary to his name he is very much a soft little thing. Around 5 ft 9 with black hair a shade darker than mine, and blue eyes and a body that guys will kill to have. He is the very definition of sex on legs and very much gay and he thinks no one knows."My teddy bear."I hugged him."Hey. How comes I never get a hug."Emerald pouted."Because I'm not into girls." I smirked."Even if you were you last person on earth I wouldn't do you." She said."That is impossible emerald. If she were infact the last person on earth you wouldn't exist." Beast as always has my back.Even though we were studying different courses it never affects our friendship.Beast is studying psychology and Emerald English literature. Barf. I hate English. In high school I'd prefer to be run over by moving train than take an English course that wasn't compulsory.And now I'm studying Pure and Applied Chemistry. Sigh. I should have applied English literature.Oh well I'm I didn't and now I'm stuck calculating acids.Ew. Okay you got me, I just hate education in general.I went to my chemical structure and bonding class and after exchanging casual Hellos and His, I as usual took a seat in the middle of the class.I saw my reflection in the window across from me and hated it. I have to apply makeup sometimes to cover the physical bruises but how does no one see the pain in my eyes. Not even my best friends. I mean they definitely know something is wrong but had never really gotten around to finding out. I really wish they knew cause it'd be easier than saying 'Attention Emerald and Beast. I am about to tell you my horrible life story so that you may pity me and give me money to run away with my sister.'Yeah, not so good. Don't get me wrong. I don't want their money. Their sympathies maybe a tiny little bit of me wants it but call me prideful or whatever but I'm not a charity case.My sister gets home today from their school trip. I hope she doesn't meet our step mother in a too foul mood cause she's always in a foul mood as long as it's my sister and I. Why won't she kick us out though, I have no idea but I'm grateful because we have a roof over our heads atleast.Sometimes I do think myself as Cinderella, wash the dishes, do the mopping, the sweeping, and don't forget the stripping.Yes stripping. The nights I hate more than my mornings are spent in a stripping club. Thank to my step mother dearest of course.I could be a waitress, cashier or even a bartender but no. I am a College student by day and stripper by night.Sigh.I am in severe hate with life.Don't get me wrong I'm not suicidal or anything. I am not going out without proving to this woman that despite all her efforts I am a winner. I shan't fold. Not to mention, what would happen to my sister if I did.The idea is sometimes tempting though. Until I met him.Catherine.Adrian Peterson, the new transfer student in my class who just walked in now. Tall, rich and egoistic and a bad influence, I nearly sighed out loud. The man of my dreams. In my 20 years of life I've never been in love, didn't even believe in it but this, this is it. Mrs Catherine Peterson, rolls right off the tongue, doesn't it? Or thoughts rather since no one knows of my love for him. Except of course Beast and Emerald. They think it's just a crush and he's a jerk who doesn't deserve my affections but they don't know him like I do. Since the first time I saw him slam the door on a lecturer I knew our first son's name was going to be Adrian junior. Yeah, he's an antisocial guy with anger issues but he has his reasons I'm sure.The class ended and as I was walking out of the lecture hall, I was trying to get my vibrating cell phone out of my bag while walking and bumped into Adrian who seemed to have been distracted too.He mumbled an apology and I couldn't help it. I giggle
Catherine.I strain my eyes and try to read my horrible handwriting in the dim light, hating myself for not writing well."You keep that up Catherine and you'll get blind before my hip bones stop working." I look up at Garcia who was already looking down at me and my pathetic organic chemistry note."Gar, I need to study, I'm having tests and exams and I have no idea what they've been teaching and my head feels blocked." My voices choked at the end I hate how weak I sound."Attempting to blind yourself in the dark isn't going to help, come on now, keep those books or get a day off." Garcia scolded but I can tell she is being caring.She's a sex worker in the gentleman's club I work at because calling her a prostitute is rude, she is a thirty five years old and has a body to die for. She is an immigrant from Mexico and when she couldn't get a job because she didn't go to school, she settled for the job that had made her leave her birth country. I admire her strength.Though she says th
Catherine."Hello?" I call out in the dark, feeling very much like I'm in a horror movie, a bad horror movie if I'm being honest.I pause, I even stop breathing for dramatic effect you know, waiting for the gold eyes and growl and then I'll see a sexy man sitting right there and he'll sniff the air and tell me he can smell my arousal, wait first, am I aroused? Nah I don't think so.None of that happened of course, instead I hear a command."Don't switch the lights on and stop that thing you're doing with your leg!" The same deep voice snapped.Maybe he is a werewolf, I'm totally fine, it's not like I've been reading werewolf books. I have not. At all."I said stop it." I look up, eyes desperately searching in the dark.I'm a foreplay kind of girl, I assume, it's not like I've ever kissed anyone, well I've kissed Beast in third grade but that doesn't count, back to the situation at hand, they say not seeing makes everything more intense, yeah no it doesn't, I'm freaking out in my leath
"Fe(ii) forms CO complexes with more difficulty because.... ugh."Reading to myself out loud isn't a usual habit of mine, especially not during a test. An unbelievably simple one. But since I've been running on four hours of sleep sometimes less. I decided to give it one more try."The element Iron or ferrate is a group eight element and forms CO complexes easily... umm...difficultly...because....oh God I'm doomed."I let my face drop into my hand."Miss Stephenson."The supervisor called my name."Yes Dr. Meeks?""Is there a problem?"Problem?Yes. There's a problem I'm being forced to work in a whore house because and my evil stepmother is threatening to traffic my sister. And although I tried to read for this test a faceless man kept coming in to my head and all I can remember right now with no doubt is my name and I am losing my fucking mind."Of course not Dr. Meeks."I replied so calmly and was surprised that my thoughts did not betray me"Then remember to make sure your head co
A D minus.A core course that could stop me from graduating and I got D."Cathy I want to talk to you." Mr. Meeks said to me after most of the class had left."If it's to tell me you're disappointed in me don't bother.""I'll excuse your tone because you are one of best students and I'm worried about you. You have been seeming distracted lately. I would have broken the rules to let you rewrite but I won't here long. I'm going for treatment abroad.""What treatment.""I have breast cancer. It's rare but happens to men too.""Wow that's...""Unfortunate, I know. They are bringing in a sub and you can't keep going on like this. I wish you luck.""Yo Cathy wait up."I hear Beast trying to catch up with me as I walked out the school building.I feel guilty that we haven't been talking much because I've been avoiding he and Emerald.There was no way Beast wouldn't catch up with me unless I broke into a fill run. Who am I kidding? Even then he'd still catch up with me."What is it?"The word
My stomach started little fluttering just as my name rolled off his tongue. I was nervous not affected by him. It was a coincidence at worse."How did you know my name?""I asked a few questions in the right places.""So you gossip huh?"I pursed my lips at him."Occasionally.""You are shameless.""And you are a hypocrite.""Excuse me?""You berate me for quenching my curiosity when you yourself have done the same thing."I swallowed uncomfortably, who was this man."Am I wrong, Catherina?""I don't know what you're talking about."I scoffed."Then sit with me. Unless of course you've been frightened by the things you heard about me, then you can walk out the door. I dare you."Any other sensible person would bolt right out, especially after having been given the option.But I had a taste for danger.Especially when it comes in form of a man with a voice that made my insides want to melt. Yes I admit it.I walked as briskly as I possibly could trying to mask my nervousness and anxie
“Emma I’m talking to you,” I speak peering down at her as she munched her apple with no care in the world.“I can hear you,” she replied rudely and I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from murdering her.“What is wrong with you?” the calm voice I use is a total contrast to the unfurling ball of anger that is my mind, heck my whole body.“None of your business.” She spat at me before walking, no stomping out. Making sure to dramatically throw her half eaten apple into the bin.I stare at her wide eyed until I couldn’t see her as she went out of my sight, the sound of the front door being closed reached me seconds later. I huff deciding whenever she was done with her bitchy act she would come right back to me because who the hell does she have apart from me. We are a package. Right?My barely there appetite completely disappeared after that and I walk out of the house with my backpack slung over my shoulder carelessly. I’ll be late for my class but I take the risk and walk, I nee
"Yeah Adrian, how are you?" I ask, adjusting the strap of my bag. It wasn't heavy in the least but I felt as though the weight of the world was added to it. I constantly had to remind myself that he wanted to chat not have kids with me. Just keep it cool Catherine. For some odd reason I heard that in a much deeper baritone, voice than the guy in front of me. What is wrong with me? Why am I thinking of some pervert when the love of my life is right in front me."I'm good, I just wanted to say hi." "That's so nice of you," We start walking towards the front door of the building casually talking about our classes, I don't talk about my failure please.He has a great CGPA everyone knows, can't bring my stripper by night and failing student by day story to him."We'll catch up some other time?"He asked when we were a few feet away from the building, I nod in agreement and walk in the opposite direction.Hoping my plain dressing doesn't set him off.I stay by the library to go through my n