The Alpha and His Mate(BOYXBOY)

Chapter 1

*Avery's PoV*

"Hey faggot, I have a party to plan after school so you'll have to do my chores," my brother said, as he walked into the kitchen and over to the fridge where he began looking for something to eat for breakfast.

I felt a small twinge of happiness in my chest and nearly smiled, but of course I knew better than that.

I know what would happen if I smiled in front of him or at school. "Did you hear what I said?" He suddenly asked, snapping me out of my thoughts.

I looked up at him but quickly looked away, nodding my head vigorously. His eyes burning into my face with that intense gaze.

Then I heard him make his way up to me before I felt him lean close to my face, all the while his eyes burned into me. While I looked away, my own eyes beginning to water.

"That won't be a problem...right?" He asked, his voice low and intimidating, just daring me to say something so he could get his hands on me.

This was what he did: tried to get in my head,to try and break me down. Yet no matter how hard I tried to resist, I knew that he had already taken control of my head-my mind, my thoughts...me.

I paused too long because his hand launched out and snagged my chin in a painful vice grip. I whimpered before his grip tightened and caused me to hold it in.

"Right?" He gritted out.

I felt the tears in my eyes fall over and he smirked, as if my tears brought him some sort of satisfaction. "No," I croaked out.

His smirk widened and he let go, causing me to let out the breath I had been holding.

"Good," he said happily, stepping away from me. He stepped around my chair and grabbed his jean jacket from the tall chair near the bar top next to me.

Staring straight ahead, I listened to his rustling as he walked to the front door, keys jingling in his hand. I didn't dare turn to see him off, too scared that I might instigate him to come back and cause more damage than he already had.

"Later bro," he called out in a sickeningly sweet voice as he closed the front door behind him, leaving me alone in the large house.

I gave up trying to keep the tears at bay, but gave up as they kept falling. I stared through the blurry vision down at the counter, I wiped my cheeks with the back of my hands and sniffled.

I hated this- all of it. The way my brother had me in the palm of his hand, the way that all it took for me to stay quiet was the thought of what he might do.

He had turned me into an emotionless freak at school, everyone already knew to avoid me. The only friend I had was Andy- my best friend that knew what I was going through at home and was still always there for me.

She got upset when she saw my brother, but I had already warned her time and time again to leave him alone or I would suffer for it...that got her to leave it alone.

I was 17 while he was 18, we used to be close...before the accident changed everything. He instantly blamed me, and turned me into a target for his anger.

My torso was always covered in bruises, while scars littered my back and chest. He didn't care for my life, if I died he would probably celebrate, and mom and Dave were never really home so there was no stopping him.

I walked around cautiously in my own home, paranoid of every time I did something in case he did something to it or didn't like it.

I still had long deep vertical scars in my arm from the time he hid a razor blade in my bar of soap. I had started scrubbing my arm like usual, beginning to clean my chest as well when I noticed how much it stung, when I looked down my chest was bloody and my arm looked even worse.