Well, We should meet the last soulmate in this chapter. . .
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I woke up to a crashing sound, It was followed closely by my dad yelling.
''You clumsy dumb bitch! Look what you did!'' He roared at my mother from the kitchen.
I couldn't hear my mother's response, But I sure did hear dad's.
''Oh you're going to be sorry. Get out. Don't come back until I tell you to you stupid bitch.'' He shouted.
There was the sound of a struggle before I heard the front door open then slam shut.
Why did I have to wake up?
Sighing I opened my eyes and sat up in my rather stiff bed.
My eyes absently looked around my mostly empty room, I didn't have many things.
My dad figured if I had too many things then I'd think I was actually important and valued. . .
But I did managed to get some things by working for them. . . When I could work that is.
I had never really managed to keep a job for long, Sometimes it'd be because of my dad either lying to my boss or sexually harassing them.
Most of the time however it was my fault, Like so many things, I fucked up as soon as I started usually.
I can't really stand being around most people without feeling like I was doing something wrong, It honestly a wonder I can even go to school.
I tended to have mental breakdowns at times, Turns out that's not good for businesses.
Sighing, My eyes landed on some rather sturdy rope I had bought a while back.
Maybe I could just-
I shook my head quickly, Getting out of bed and walking away from the rope.
No. You shouldn't do that. . .
I clenched my hands into fists and went about getting dressed for the day.
Forcing my thoughts off of the rope. . .
--- Time skip ---
I slowly walked down the stairs, My eyes trained on the ground as I heard my dad storming around as he got ready for work.
I kept my head down as I slunk into the kitchen, Trying not to draw my already raging father's attention.
I set about making some breakfast for mom, I was pretty sure she didn't manage to get anything to eat before being kicked out.
I managed to snag a bit of toast for myself, My belly clenching in pain from hunger.
Come on, You've gone days without food before, This is no different.
I finished making some eggs and toast for her, My own toast already finished.
Sighing, I could feel by now the bruises on my ribs.
The torn skin had ended up scabbing itself to my shirt yesterday, That just made my morning all the 'better'.
At least their actually healing this time. . .
I went about plating the food for mom, That way she'll at least have something safe to eat off of.
The worst bruise I've ever had was one right on my cheek bone, Apparently it wasn't actually really a bruise.
Turns out my father's punch had ended up causing some bleeding under my skin.
That was hellish, Even after it healed it still hurt for the longest time.
I was just being weak. . . It was my fault he even did it anyways. . . Like always. . .
I was lost in my thoughts and ended up bumping into my father.
I felt my face pale as I stepped backwards, His fury turning to me now.
''Oh. It's the useless little leach of a bitch.'' He snarled, His eyes darkening with fury.
I cowered back slightly as he reached out over me, His hand clenched into a fist.
He didn't say anything before his hand struck down into my face.
A broken whimper escaped me as I fell to the floor, Curling into the fetal position as the plate I had been holding crashed to the ground.
''Useless.'' Dad snarled, Sending a kick into my side.
''Waste of space.'' He continued, Punctuating each word with a kick to my body.
He gave me another sharp kick to the side before grumbling something and walking off.
I could feel the bruises forming already from where he kicked me.
And my head? It was starting throb in pain as my vision swam, Causing me to feel sick.
I curled up tighter, Tears forming in my eyes as I squeezed them shut tightly.
Just. . . Just gotta get back to work. . .
I slowly pushed myself back up, The plate shards digging painfully into the skin on my palms.
I deserve the pain . . . It's my fault he's mad anyways. . .
I winced as I got up, My sides aching from the kicks.
My knees felt like they were going to buckle any minuet as I stood up.
I forced myself to take a deep breath before getting to work cleaning up the mess.
I was already in enough pain that when a drop of blood rolled down my face I failed to feel it.
--- Time skip ---
I carefully walked down the school's hallway, I could feel the glares of the other kids as I walked.
They must have believed Channing yesterday. . .
I tiredly walked to my locker, The broken down thing had tiny bits of paper sticking out of the slot at the top.
Notes. . .
I reluctantly forced the rusted old door open, Sure enough, As soon as it opened the notes fell out.
''Aspen? Did you just drop all those?'' the stuffy sounding voice of our school counselor asked from behind me.
I spun around to face the haughty man who was currently looking down his nose at me.
''Aspen, Aspen, I thought you knew better then to litter, How disappointing'' He said airily before walking off.
I looked down, Tears of shame blurring my vision slightly as I bent down to pick them up.
One of them opened thanks to the way I was holding it.
'Just do the world a favor and kill yourself'
''Oh. . .'' I whispered quietly, My heart clenching as my tear fogged eyes scanned over the words a few more times.
I glanced at the remaining letters and slowly opened a few more, Hoping that it was just one that said it.
'Waste of space.'
'Ugly bastard.'
'Go drink poison.'
'Go hang yourself.'
'I hope you die painfully.'
'I'll kill you.'
They all had messages like that, All filled with hate.
I felt like I was being choked, My heart clenching painfully by this point.
Well. . . They aren't wrong. . . Maybe I should. . .
Maybe that will make things better. . . For everyone. . .
I forced myself to breath slowly, I could hears kids whispering and laughing mockingly around me.
I scooped up the letters and slowly got up, Mindful of my already painfully hurting ribs.
I carried them over and dropped them in the trash.
''Oi! Ungrateful bitch! People took time on those.'' Someone snarled from among the kids.
I lowered my head, Hurrying to try and get to my first class and away from the angry kids.
I wasn't paying enough attention to the others, And I found that out the hard way as soon as I reached the stairwell.
I noticed far too late as someone stretched their leg out in front of me.
My eyes widened in fear as I fell face first towards the stone steps that went down quite a ways.
I closed my eyes tightly, Preparing for the pain that was coming.
Instead I felt strong warm arms wrap around me as I face planted into someone's chest.
''Ich habe dich Kind'' A equally warm yet gruff voice said from above me, The words sounding harsh and strange.
I quickly opened my eyes, Horrified at having face planted into someone.
My face was burning up as I attempted to squirm out of my rescuer's arms.
''Hold on Kind, Let me set you down'' The man said, A thick German sounding accent making his words sound harsh.
I held as still as a statue as the man set me back down on the stairs.
I could hear people whispering by now as I finally looked up at my savior.
A man who had to be at the very least six feet stood in front of me.
His face looked stern and frightening, Like that of someone you expect to be a assassin.
He had scars along his jaw and through his left eyebrow, Giving him a ragged look.
His hair was trimmed close to his head on either side, Yet it was slightly longer on top, Just enough so for someone to be able to run their fingers through it.
His eyes, Much like his features seemed harsh and unyielding.
The amber-ish brown looking dark and frighting when paired with the scars.
About now was the time I noticed he was wearing a uniform. . .
''Are you not supposed to be in class Kind?'' He asked sternly, His accent confusing me slightly.
''I-I'' I squeaked out, Starting to feel like a trapped animal.
He just arched a eyebrow before glancing at the books clutched in my arms.
He held his hand out, At my confused look he let out a sigh.
''Your class list, Show it'' He ordered.
I quickly fumbled through my books for the simple sheet of paper.
In my hurry I almost dropped them, However, Mystery German man caught them before they could fall.
With trembling hands I quickly handed him the sheet of paper, My eyes wide in worried fear as my heart beat like crazy.
Is- Is this a arrestable thing? Falling??
Am I in trouble?
He skimmed over the sheet quickly before nodding curtly.
''Come along, I will take you to your class Kind'' He said, Moving to rest his hand firmly on my arm.
I flinched slightly as he was touching a bruise, He must have noticed because his eyes narrowed slightly.
He lessened the weight on his hand but still kept it there, A dark looking frown forming on his face.
As we walked I could feel him keep glancing over at me every now and then.
Oh boy. . . I'm in so much trouble. . .