MUTE AND ABUSED MATE novel Chapter 3

Fleurie's point of view:

I take a deep breath and hold one of my thin hands to my chest, soothing my heartbeat. I cautiously pushed the classroom door open.

My gaze was drawn to penetrating dark brown eyes. He was smiling at me, and he was wearing a white shirt with his toned abs visible through it.

I can't take my gaze away from his eyes as they evoke so many unknown emotions in me. They are breathtaking.

Unlike mine, his dark hair appears silky, smooth, and healthy. My heart is racing as though I've been running for eternity.

When someone cleared his throat, I jolted out of my daze. The teacher had brown hair, glasses that dangle on the tip of his nose, and blue eyes; he grinned and questioned.

"You must be a new student, correct? Fleurie?" I confirmed with a nod. "My name is Mr Helton," he replied with a phoney smile.

" The seat beside Marisa is empty, can you raise your hand?" He said as a pretty girl with blonde hair and blue eyes smiled at me as she extended her hand.

The seat next to her was right next to the window.

I HATE windows, despise them even. They implant false hopes in you and make you yearn for the outside world.

The windows' hope had deserted me.

I tried to flee once, via a window that the scumbag had forgotten to latch and lock. As soon as I leapt out the window, he hauled me back inside the home.

I despised my so-called brother even more. He was able to flee this hell without me, leaving me to be tortured by this scumbag.

He kept me in the attic for nearly a week. He'd toss leftovers of his meal at me, and I'd take them without question or I'd starve to death.

I wet myself the entire time he locked me up in the attic since there was no bathroom.

I remember wishing for my own death, and I still do. I long to be with her, to be with my mother once more.

" Miss Collison, you can go and sit in your seat," I jerked out of my trance and hurried to take the seat next to Marisa.

After approximately forty-five minutes, the bell rang, and I gathered my things and exited the classroom as quickly as could, not wanting to form any connections with anyone, you know why.