Rejecting The Big Bad Alpha *COMPLETED & EDITED*

Chapter 1

That's Jordan!

Play the song xx

~ Chels x

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"Jordan! Can you come and help me get this off!?" My brother's call to me was momentarily muffled from the far proximity we both seemed to have.

I groaned, slowly yet painfully climbing off of my bed, stopping as soon as I realized why I was in pain.

Yesterday, my brother and his friends were playing paintball and decided it would be fun to make me as a target, like seriously!? I wasn't even wearing any equipment, so I was truly and what they would call an 'open target' to their likings.

Long story short, I have so many bruises all over my body that I look like a character out of 101 Dalmatians.

"Coming.." I yelled loudly, grumbling a few profanity's past my lips.

They don't hate me or anything, I guess you can just say 'boys will be boys'. Well little fuckers if you ask me. But even so, that was not an excuse to hurt me.

"Actually you know what!" I called out, trying to sound as confident as I could, my voice accidentally wavering and I cursed a little in my head. I heard a 'what?' And I smirked, feeling the familiar tug of my lips.

People say when I smirked, I reminded them of the grinch, you know, the one Jim Carrey played?

"NOPE!" I finally seemed to yell, finding myself sliding back into my rightful spot on my bed, while letting out a long, heavy sigh.

I slightly lent forward, rubbing my lower back and groaning at the small relief it brought me. All my muscles were so tight and aching.

I was getting my Best friend's; Emma, Jessica and Chelsea to come over later and help me massage them all out, since my brother's an asswipe and won't help me as much as cleaning the kitchen at night.

"BUT JORDY!" He cried out louder and I grounded my teeth in annoyance at the old nickname.

"I WILL NOT ACCOMPANY YOU TO ANYMORE GAMES AND I WILL MOST CERTAINLY NOT HELP YOU OUT OF THE LITTLE CRISIS YOU HAVE FOUND YOURSELF TO BE IN... GO TO HELL!!" I screamed out, breathing heavily, the bubble in my chest decreasing with every drag of air I took in.

I didn't hear any more noise and I thought I was off of the hook, and or Mathew had finally gotten it through his thick, dopey head that I didn't want to help him.

That was until I heard a whine or whimper from downstairs, and then a faint cry of 'please'. It honestly sounded like he was in pain.

I sighed and slowly yet begrudgingly slid off my queen sized bed. Damn, somedays I wish I had a smaller size bed, but then again, a Queen needs a Queen sized bed am I right ladies?

I walked down the wooden stairs, each creek echoing through the house and every wine slipping past my mouth accompanying along with it. I soon waddled into the kitchen and loudly gasped.

There, stood, or should I say hanged my brother with his head low, soft whimpers past his lips every once in a while and I bit my lip. I didn't know whether to laugh and scream 'LOL SUCKED IN BITCH!' Or jut help him out.

Even though he did not deserve my generosity nor did he deserve my hospitality.

I cursed myself for having feelings of remorse towards my dick twitch of a brother and actually being human.

I cleared my throat loudly and Mathew's head snapped up in a quick motion, looking up at me eye level. It isHis eyes looked like they were watering and I suddenly felt my heart sink. He was duct taped up to the fucking wall!