The Undesired

The dream

🌜Thank you to everyone who is taking time to read this story. It means so much to me. Please comment if you have an opinion, even if to day 'yea I think this story to really cliche. Anyway hope you enjoy, and I wanted to apologize once again for the shortness of my updates since this is all written on an iPhone. Also anytime you see this symbol ~ it is signifying a dream.🌛

⭐SPYKES POV⭐

~I could see the deep agonizing pain etched deeply into his soft and delicate features as the man rained blow after blow down on his small body, as he lashed out with his large booted feet and connected solidly with his ribs and stomach. I could feel each hit as thro it was I laying naked and battered upon the dark hardwood floor and not this delicate creature. Over and over I felt the hard blows of his fists on my face and upper body and the sharp bone crushing kicks from his powerful feet as he connected with my ribs.

I flashed between viewing I all thru my own eyes and the eyes of the stranger in front of me, and yet I still felt every anger fueled blow.~

Sitting straight up and drawing in a much needed breath into my aching lungs. I ran my hand down my sweat soaked face as I swung my legs off of the bed and flung my grey sheets to the so that I could get out of my bed with out tripping myself up. I slowly and painfully made my way into my connected bathroom. Each step feeling as tho I would collapse at any moment.

Stepping into my bathroom I flipped the light on and made my way over to the sink, without sparing my reflection a as one glance I turned on the cold water and stuck my head beneath the arctic temperature water. After a few moments, and a nice calming breath I turn off the water and shack my shaggy head, sending water droplets flying around the room.

Glancing in the mirror I can't help but compare myself to the boy from my dreams, the ones that have causing me phantom pains for the last six years of my life, since my 12 birthday. Where his hair is long and flowing, mine is shaggy and unkept, his eyes are so pale they are almost white, where mine are just a flat blue. His skin was flawless and his features delicate, mine were sharp and angled. Yet we looked so alike.

Returning to my bedroom I glanced at the clock just to see that yet again I would only get a few hours of sleep. My best friend and reining alpha, Zeke, would be knocking upon my door in 30 minutes to head out to school. Thankfully it was almost graduation, just a few days left and it was over. Heading over go my closet I grab out dark wash jeans and a deep purple v-neck long sleeved shirt, then head into the shower. Once done and dressed I fix my hair, haha okay more like mess it up and apply some product.

Stomping down the stairs I see my mom sitting at the large dinning room table and drinking her morning coffee. "Good morning honey I hope you have a good day." Came my moms soft tilting voice. "Morning mom, thank you." Came my reply.

Just then Zeke entered the room " Morning Spyke ready to head out?"

"Yea I'm ready, lets get this day over with." As we headed to the door my mom stopped me by calling out to me "hey honey I need to talk to you after school, there's some things we need to discuss." "Okay, I will be right home after classes then."

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Stepping thru the front door the first thought was 'holy hell was that a long ass day' the second one being 'I wonder what my mom wanted to talk to me about'. "Mom are you home? I hollered throughout the house. "Yea baby I'm outside on the patio" came her soft reply. Stepping out I notice that my dad is sitting across the patio table from her. That's kind of unnerving seeing as he is never home.

"Sit down would you son?" Asked my dad in his deep booming baritone voice "we have something really important we need to tell you, we have been putting this off for far to long I think." Taking a seat next to my mom at the large glass table I look between them hesitantly waiting for one of them to start. After a long and pregnant silence, in which many unnerving looks were shared between my parents, my dad finally spoke "Son I, no we, have been trying to decide when the best time to tell you this would be, and came to the conclusion that their would never be the ideal time,but that you needed to be good anyway." Holy hell was my dad rambling? Oh shit this couldn't be good. "Anyway what I'm trying to tell you is that your adopted, and somewhere out there you have a brother, a twin actually." To say I was thrown for a loop would be an understatement.