You're Mine Olson

Troubled Past

*Warning this chapter could be possibly triggering as it contains abuse, death and gore*

Chris POV
Me and my brother Kuza (aka Michael) used to be close. I used to stick by him in the troubled times everyday when mom and dad would give him shit. I was always mom and dads angel and the one everyone respected and looked up to whereas Michael was the shadow the one that people didn't know and the one that would get constant abuse from mom and dad.

It happened again tonight we were sitting in the living room watching TV and Michael had not yet returned home. My parents didn't know where he was but I did. He was probably with Jessica no one knew about them two apart from me she would give him blood...she knew how my parents were with him.

That's when he came through the door. The stench of blood on him was incredibly strong. "Where have you been?" Asked mom.
"No were" he mumbled
"ANSWER THE FUCKING QUESTION!!" She screamed.

He got up out of her seat walking over towards him. Harshly she slapped him across the cheek the sound echoing through the house. "I can smell blood on you what have I told you about drinking blood?" She hissed.
"That I'm not aloud to drink it" he whimpered.
"Why?" She asked
"Because I'm a pathetic excuse for a vampire and I'm a disgrace to the family".

My dad got up out of his seat walking over towards him. He fell to the floor as he collided with my dad's fist. I watched back in horror as my dad continued to beat him up. It was horrible to watch what they were doing to him I was too scared to do anything. They were adults meaning they were stronger alphas than us.

"THATS WHAT YOU GET WHEN YOU DON'T LISTEN TO US!!" Screamed my dad while my mom sat back and watched. I thought I was going to be sick. I couldn't take it anymore and ran upstairs.

I ran under the covers of my bed covering my ears trying to not hear them. It's difficult because of our heightened senses. I felt tears threaten to escape as I could still hear Michael whimper while my dad beat him up. I felt weak, pathetic and selfish he didn't deserve any of this and I'm here 'the perfect boy' to much of a coward to speak up or try and fight my parents off him.

An hour had gone by and there was a knock on the door. Hesitant I climbed out from under the covers, getting out of bed and opening the door. It was Michael and boy he looked terrible he wasn't healing probably due to the starvation. He was cut,bruised and had a busted lip.

"H-have you been crying?" He asked
Feeling my face I felt the dampness on my cheeks. "It's because you don't deserve this" I spoke softly.
He gave me a soft smile before walking into my room and sitting down on my bed.

"Is mom and dad in?" I asked
"N-no they just left" he replied.
I walked over to my draw searching for a blood bag. I always found it unfair that my parents wouldn't feed Michael to "punish" him, so I would keep blood bags in my draws to feed to him when mom and dad were out.

Finding what I was looking for a pulled out a bag of blood type O his favourite. Passing the bag to him hunger and desire filled his eyes as they glowed red. Using his teeth he ripped the bag open and forcefully gulped down the blood.

Since it was only blood bags it wouldn't add as much strength to him as blood from the neck but it was enough to heal his bruises and cuts.

I sat down on the bed with him.
"You ok?" I asked
"I'll be fine even though I can't stand living here" he responded.
"Why don't you leave? I can provide you stuff if you need me to" I suggested.
"I can't leave...I can't leave Jessica she loves her family and she's the only thing that keeps me sane" he replied.