All Hot Guys Are Jerks(Under-Editing)-Chapters 1-9 Avaliable by Isa Baby (ebook reader for laptop .TXT) 📕

Chains bit into my wrists, the vices cutting off all of my blood supply, the pain becoming unbearable as my wrists were quickly becoming a beautiful shade of purple from the lack of circulation. it sickened me to see how i, myself seemed to be making light of this situation, it showed how twisted i really was in reality. He did this to me, hew brought out the side, that i willed with all my heart to disappear.

"Please let me go, i'll do anything" i pleaded as tears ran down my cheeks, the dust and soot from the room clouding my vision. i hated this part. he would walk in and history would repeat itself, yet again. He would slap me around for a bit, and then kill me; that was the part i dreaded, the impending death, i hated knowing his every step and i was ready for his deadly strikes.

"Well...Miss Aurora, it's been so long since we last met, you have grown i see" he purred in delight at this revelation, even though it seems like i saw him only yesterday. His beady eyes, once filled with kindness had another sickening motive as, they slowly raked down my fragile form, hunched over and pinned against the wall, like a sacrifice. His eyes dared me to say something, anything at all, he loved when he had a reason to hit me full force. The room became even smaller if that was possible, the cold spreading over me like a ice blanket whilst he carried on taunting me with his sickening looks.

"Oh...God...no please, leave me alone...please" as the last word left my mouth, my body seemed to shut down, a automatic response when awaiting his move,I closed my eyes as tears ran down my face. i hated how weak i was, and how i has shown him my weakness.

"You are sadistic bastard... you will never change, just let me go..." i pleaded in a trembling whisper as he came closer. i gasped in sudden pain as something pierced into me, why didn't i know that he was going to do this i thought to myself. My body felt like it had rejected me, a traitor, obeying his every order. I felt him behind me, as i gagged at the disgusting feel. His touch, all to familiar to my broken body. He had broke me once, and the cruel glare, bordering on killing me itself told me all i needed to know. My time had come. I closed my eyes and sent a quiet prayer in my mind to God, telling him i was sorry for all my mistakes and sins i had committed.

"Jas...." i spluttered, chocking on my blood as he cut into me.

My new home is wearing me thin already, it's only been a couple of days.I sit in the chair opposite the window and glare. I glare for about ten minutes until my eyes start to go funny.That's what this house made me do. From the outside it looked all homely, but that's how dad wanted it to look, but on the inside it was cold and lonely, it reflected mallie and her mom's taste-cheap and tacky, it suited them to a T but me, i felt like i didn't belong. I wanted to bolt, run anywhere and everywhere, i needed to get away from this place, from them.I normally block out everything since we moved around  so much, but this time it feels different and, i hate it. I have always had a hard time adjusting to new things after mom passed and i think that was partly because Mallie and her mom popped up into the picture. I hated how this time, there seemed to be a sense of finality about the move, it was more permanent, but I wished it wasn't. From here it was over a 5 hour drive to mom's grave, they moved me from the only sense of normality I had. Since I had finished my senior year , I was going to college, sadly. Phoenix wasn't great, simply for the fact that crime and gangs dragged it down, it was practically a hell hole. There was another more important reason why we moved here and that was because there was a large majority of the population near to the house we were occupying which were the opposition. Vampires and werewolves spread over the area, like the plague killing and drawing blood form any living thing they could reach.

 It saddened me that there were so many innocent people being killed and we didn't arrive in time to save them all. I know future Alphas were meant to be strong and not wear their hearts on their sleeves, i didn't though. From the outside i looked like a over confident guy, any one would with my looks but i didn't care about insignificant things such as looks, i wasn't that shallow. But i did have advantages, small perks of being a werewolf  and a Alpha, i had certain qualities which made me one of the strongest in our pack. It seemed there was a motive behind their actions. One of the werewolf packs leaders faced us last year in New York, and we fought until there was hardly any of his pack left. We had information from an unknown source that he was working here in Phoenix working alongside the Vampires. That in itself was a frightening thought. Jason Monroe. One man who could and would attempt to bring down the entire supernatural world,whilst the humans around us, the majority of the world were oblivious to the goings on. His name sounded familiar to me. Too familiar. The name left behind a sour taste in my mouth. I had never met the guy, but from what I had heard from rumours and my own guessing, since not many people were willing to pass on information, even for a hefty amount of money, it was almost as if they were afraid, and that built a small amount of fear in me too. I wasn't scared of him, a measly half-breed a mix of human and vampire blood I had heard, but he managed to cause havoc wherever he went, leaving behind the only evidence that led us to believe he had committed such inhumane actions. Bloodshed everywhere. He annoyed me to say the least, but every time I mentioned his name to my father he would point blank me, almost as if he was envisioning a past memory, so hurtful, it caused his eyes to tear up a bit, but after that I never mentioned his name again. There was many things I feared in my life, but one thing would end me, it scared me so much that whenever someone mentioned the word I would freeze up. Fatal attraction(it literally was) to me, but it was otherwise known as love. Ughhh... it made me cringe, the snogging, the touching, the irritable following around, the dumping.. heaven forbid that I would fall in love. I feared the unknown girl and the baggage she would bring, nothing was ever simple. My future mate would destroy me and my heart in a snap of fingers. I hated commitments and assumptions that I would love to have a mate that could bring me out of my shell. They were wrong, I didn't do attachments, in any shape or form, I didn't do that shit. Love was a shitty thing, I mean why would you be with someone because you love them. Love doesn't exist, I have seen that first hand from what happened to my father.

Ugghhh... waking up is one thing, but waking up for college is a bitch.Period. 

Rolling out of bed should be a sport in my eyes, I would definitely get a gold medal for that I thought to myself as I got out of bed. I zombie walked to my bathroom, I kid you not and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I looked in the mirror, and my reflection stared back, disgust ebbed on my refreshed face. I would not hate myself, I wouldn't stoop so low. I did nothing wrong. Ughhh....I hate myself, I decided.

The dream last night put that into perspective, I shuddered as I recalled the last moments of my nightmare. He would always be after me, even when I wasn't asleep. Right, time to go to college, and shit I was going to be late and it was only the first week of college. Pull yourself together, Rora. I pulled on a grey top and a hoody over it, would my style ever change? I seemed to be still mourning loss it seemed, as all of my closet consisted of dark items of clothing, most of which contained no dresses at all. What can I say? I'm not a dress girl. I hated showing my body and tried to cover any skin possible. I glanced at the clock as I internally screamed, I was late.

“Lumi, open the shop I screamed at his door, knowing he would hear, he was probably awake at seven in the morning, his runs were his addiction, there was never a day he didn't run, but I did love the impact on his body it had, although I would admit it to him.

I pulled on my sneakers, as I awkwardly hopped downstairs and into the kitchen, I snatched a piece of toast, knowing that it wouldn't be enough to sate my hunger, but it would have to do, since I had forgot yet again to get bread from the grocery store. As I walked outside, I was met with bright warm sunshine. My mood lifted slightly, as I overlooked the rumble of my unsatisfied tummy.

Phoenix had a college just a stone's throw from where we lived, and it would just be headache if I chose a college more distant from home. I hated travelling to say the least and felt nervous being away from places I deemed comfortable. I suppose I was different in that sense, most girls who hated their parents