The Moon Child

~Weak~

Laden POV

I could see almost all the emotions that were swirling around in Dyran's eyes as he looked up at me, the way he was looking at me mad feel disgusted with myself. It wasn't because he was looking at me that I felt disgusted, but because I could see the pain, anger, hurt and hate in his eyes. All of those feelings were aimed right at me, they were their because of me. There was a hollow look deep in his eyes that made me wish I was stronger for him. I wanted to protect him but I was too weak and I realize that now. There used to be a time when Dyran would look at me with only happiness in his eyes and big smile on his face. He used to be so happy and loving. The pack used to just light up whenever Dyran was around because he was always so carefree and everyone loved that about him. I used to be my brothers idol, he would always tell me how he wanted to be just like me when he got older. Now because of what I did he doesn't look at me like I'm his idol anymore and it hurts. I can remember the morning of the last day I saw my little brother truly happy.

"Laden, Laden, Laden! Wake up!" It was the day of Dyran's tenth birthday and I could tell he was really excited. He kept bouncing on my bed trying to get me to get come out from under the covers. He probably got into the cake early and now he was going to be all hyper until the sugar buzz wore off.

"No, go away Dyran it's too early," I whined as I tried to block him out so I could go back to sleep. It was quiet for a few minutes but I could hear and smell him near me. So I knew he was standing right next to my bed just watching me. I was hoping since he wasn't yelling at me or jumping on my bed anymore that he was just going to leave and let me sleep. I was wrong to ever think that my little brother was going to leave me alone. He waited till I was just starting to get comfortable again then Dyran pounced straight on my back. I pushed myself up from my bed turned, flashed my eyes and started growling at the little brat I called my brother.

He was sitting on the end of my bed with a goofy innocent look on his face. There was this look on his face that I just couldn't resist. He looked at me with these big puppy eyes and big fat pout on his lips. It was the cutest thing I have ever seen in my life. Dyran just kept looking at me with that face. It was torture in the cutest way possible. I just wanted to cuddle him to death. I stopped growling at him, he knew exactly what he was doing with that face. This kid is such a pain in my ass. Why do I put up with him again?

I pinched my nose, closing my eyes taking deep breaths. "Laden," Dyran said with a little worry lacing his words. "I'm sorry. I'll go away, just don't be mad at me." As he said this he started to crawl off the bed looking a little sad. Before he could get off the bed I pulled him up closer to the head of the bed and pinned him under me. "Don't be ridiculous Dy. I'm not mad at you," after he heard that he was smiling like a mad man. Just seeing him smile made me smile. "But," I had to stop myself from laughing at the face Dyran made when he heard me say 'but'. I tried to put a really creepy smile on my face as I looked down at Dyran, "I think you deserve some kind of punishment for waking me up," I smiled as his eyes got really big. He started squirming around and giggling underneath me, because he knew exactly what I was going to do to him. "No Laden, don't even think about it or I'll scream," he threatened with a big smile and lots of little laughs. He was about as threatening as a baby  rabbit.

Then the tickling commenced. I tickled him until he cried and laughed for mercy. That was the last morning I ever got to make him laugh.

Back then seeing Dyran laugh or smile wasn't unusual at all. In fact he usually smiled all day. He was always so care free and happy about things. No matter what happened to him he always tried to make other people smile. Everyone loved and adored him even if he was an omega from an all alpha family, no body looked down on him because of that, well that's what I thought anyways. Turns out a lot of people didn't like my brother being an omega and nobody had the nerve to ever say anything about it directly to me or my fathers face. Sure, some of my friends made off handed comments about my brother being an omega, but I usually just brushed the comments off because they were idiots. I never felt any real malice behind their words but I guess I was wrong, so very, very wrong. Maybe if I would have seen how they really felt about my brother than I wouldn't have such a broken relation ship with him. I wish I was stronger so I didn't have to hurt Dyran like this.

Even now remembering what I did that night makes me feel sick to my stomach. Just remembering how betrayed and confused Dyran looked when I didn't help him when he called out for me reminds me of just how weak I am. I didn't do anything back then but I can do something now. I won't be weak anymore. I am going to be strong. 

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