Resisting the Inevitable

I'm not Alpha material

Zayden's POV

Pacing the floor in my tiny ass room, I'm about to go out of my mind. I wish just for once, I could hurt him as much as he hurts her, hell I'd hurt him way more than he's ever hurt her. I can hear him yelling at her, the alcoholic doesn't care that she's 7 months pregnant. With twins for goodness sake. All he cares about is his weed and his drugs. And if the naïve bitch would just let me punch him would good time, I'm sure he'd think twice about hitting either of us again.

I can't take this shit anymore. Throwing on my old beaten up leather jacket, the only jacket that I have, I walk out my bedroom door. Of course I had to slam it. I run through the kitchen in hopes they're in the living room.

"Where the hell you going ass wipe?" I guess I'm not that lucky.

"Out." And once again I'm on my way out that dirty old house.

"Get your fucking ass back in..." bang, the door cuts off the rest of his sentence. I swear as soon as I have enough money, I'm out of this God for saken place. And if my "mother" wants to come, I'd let her. Just to know that my brothers/sisters are going to be okay. Sometimes I wish she wouldn't have even gotten pregnant, that she's just have gotten an abortion, or just miscarried. And I know that makes me sound like a piece of shit, but I don't want them growing up in this environment. Only if she'd chosen to give them up for adoption, anything other than keeping them and letting them be in that pill of shits presence.

Looking at my watch I notice I have work in an hour. Might as well start heading that way. I work in the next town over, in hopes that nobody from our town sees me working. I've got to keep my reputation up, ha. If they only knew.

As I make my way to work, all I can do is think. It seems that's all I can do these days. Maybe if my past was something that I can be proud of, I wouldn't mind thinking about it. But those vile people, they are the scum of the earth. Every time I think about them, I start to shake and all I can see if red. my wolf hates them too. When I think about them, all he wants to do is to is run. And who am I to deny him.

Running off the side walk and into the woods, I strip and put my things into my mouth. As soon as my wolf takes over and my paws hit the ground, I instantly feel 10 times better. There's just something about the forest that calms me down also. I feel like when I'm in wolf form and in the woods, I become one with it. Like no matter what's happening outside the forest, it doesn't matter when I'm in wolf form and in the forest. I can see, hear, and smell better when I'm in wolf form, so I think it's better than human form. If I could get away with being a wolf in public, I don't think I'd ever change to a human.

When I get close to the restaurant, I change with great reluctance. I wish I could be a typical high school teenager, the type of person everyone thinks I am. I shouldn't have to worry about supporting someone's drug addiction, nor should I have to support someone who is ready to give birth. Gah, just thinking about when the babies come gives me a headache. At least while I'm at work, I'll have a solid 6 hours to think about something other than my horrid life.

After 6 hours of putting up with ridiculous people. All I can think about was going home and sleeping. I hate my job, but it's the only thing that would take me. Considering my past, it's a decent job.

Once again, I head for the woods, strip, and make my way home. When I get home and I change back I just put on my boxers, it's late enough, they should both be sleeping.

"Zayden is that you?" Guess they're not both sleeping.

"No Kristen, it's a burglar, of course it's me. What are you doing up so late anyway?"

"Zay, why don't you call me mom anymore, I was your mother 3 years ago, why not now? I was the one that raised you." I'm not in the mood for this.

"Did you need something, because I don't have the energy to sit here while you throw a pity party. Unlike some people in this house I work. And I go to school. So if you don't mind I need sleep for school tomorrow." I'm sure she can hear the anger in my voice.