The big bad wolf loves me(old)

Chapter 1

A quick authors note- I will not be putting pictures up for everyone but I will be putting up pictures of the most important characters.  Jade chynoweth  as wynter  Delaney.
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The cold was all I felt when I woke up that morning. I stretched my handover to my left expecting to feel a warm body, but all I felt were empty sheets.I sighed  as I flicked the blankets  off of me and stood up. I walked over to the black curtain that. Over my window. I pulled it back and a small gasp left my mouth. A thin layer of frost covered my window.It snowed.I instantly smile. The snow reminded me of when I was five. My father and I would spend the entire day outside making igloos and snow angles. I sighed to myself as I made my way towards the bathroom. I shivered."Damn, he must have turned off the heat last night." I  thought to myself. I stared at the shower with a look of regret  as I turned the water on.
   As I waited for the shower to warm up, I shut the bathroom door and placed my hands on the marble counter. I looked in the mirror. What I saw looked nothing who I once was. My eyes traveled up my face. My used to be tanned skin was now a pale color. My once soft and moist lips are now cracked and dried. My hair once  was beautiful and shiny is now dark and stringy. My eyes , they were once a fierce blue, are no more than an ugly shade of grey.i sighed once again that morning. I took one more look into the mirror and started to undress.

Once I was bare, I stepped into the shower. My muscles instantly relaxed after being so tense. I grabbed my loofah and squirted some body wash on it.i scrubbed my  body carefully avoiding my thighs. I knew this moment was inevitable, but I wanted to hold on to not worry about it for a few more minutes.

This is going to Hurt like a bitch, I though to myself. I clenched my teeth as I pushed the soapy loofah against my crimson cut. Thankfully, my wound was starting to scab. Otherwise that would have been a lot worse. I groaned it pain. It sung. Byt the time I was almost done cleaning my cut, I was shaking . The pain was unbearable . The cut as still brand new. After I made sure my wound was cleaned, I continued my shower with shaky hands. After, I stepped out and grabbed my towel. I carefully brushed  the towel against my cut. I hissed. Well at least it's clean. I bitterly thought to myself. I wrapped my towel around my torso and  turned towards the mirror. I reached up and grabbed my  hairbrush and dragged it through my hair.My face  scrunched up  in pain every time my brush would hit a knot. 5 long minutes later, my hair was tamed. I sat the hairbrush down  back into its shelf and grabbed my toothbrush. 

  I squirted some toothpaste into the toothbrush and brushed my teeth. While I was brushing I opened the bathroom door and limped towards the closet. I opened the dark oak closet and pulled out black  ripped skinny jeans, black combat boots, a long black sleeve shirt that had finger holes and finally my leather jacket that had fur sewed into it. It was  the last gift I have ever received from my father. My father said his father used to wear it all the time, so I take good care of it. I closed the closet with my clothes in my hands and walked towards the bathroom once again. I sat my clothes in the marble sink closest towards the door. I rinsed my mouths and toothbrush. After I put my stuff  away I changed into my clothes. I knew from  the moment  I picked these jeans out that it would rub up against my cut but I didn't care. I put in my contacts and a little cover up  over the bruises on my neck and around my eye. I turned off the light and limped over to the door and closed it behind me. After I hung my towel up I made the bed.

Finally done. I thought to myself as I put the part pillow in its rightful place before I grabbed my  phone and left the bedroom. I walked carefully toward the stairs that led to the rest of my house downstairs.  I little while later I was in the kitchen. I turned on the light and descended towards the only thing keeling me awake in the mornings. I stared blankly at the coffee slowly filling my nightmare before Christmas mug.  Once it was filled  I poured some gingerbread creamer and milk into the coffee. I placed it on the silver counter and made my way over to the fridge .

I opened the door and took out some ingredients to make cinnamon buns. It seemed like an Eternity for those cinnamon buns to cook, but somehow they made it  onto a snowflake glass plate cooling.  I began to drink my coffee.  I listened to the sound of the trees moving in the wind. Maybe if I runaway  he won't find me.... I shook my head. I Enough about silly daydreams, today I should be  an exciting day, he is at work which means I can go outside. I  places the now empty  coffee mug  into the sink before I slipped my jacket on and  took one cinnamon bun to go. It's not like he would notice.  I thought to myself as I made my way towards  through the house and towards the back door. I opened and closed the door behind me as I walked into the the snow covered forest.

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