Milo (ManXBoy, Werewolf)(Book 3) COMPLETED

Chapter 1

I just want to come here and give a warning about this book and the next few. I was young when I wrote these (not that it's a good excuse) and I wrote some things that offend people. I realize that and I do apologize. However, I DO plan to do major editing with all of the books in this series eventually. If you could possibly look over the offensive parts and give them a try anyway I would greatly appreciate it. Again, I do apologize to those who are offended by certain aspects of these books. But please, try to keep in mind that it IS fiction and this is how I created the characters and sometimes characters can be assholes, it's not what I think at all. 

I can't take the smell of blood anymore as I force myself to get up and make my way to the bathroom attached to my bedroom. Last night was especially brutal on my already beaten body. Why did I get cursed with him as a brother? Why did that stupid drunk driver have to take both of my parents away when they were the only ones protecting me from him?

My Alpha, James Fletcher, and his Beta, Ridge Shylding, try to protect me from him. I know they secretly watch me and have other pack member watch me, but no one knows what happens when I am alone in my bedroom. No one knows but those who hurt me.

I wince as the hot water scolds my skin and all the new and old cuts that litter my body, but I don't turn the heat down. The water turns red at my feet as it washes the blood away from my body. I can hardly move as pain rockets from my backend and all the way up my spine. I hate them. I hate them all!

After scrubbing every inch of my body until my skin was red and raw I turn off the water. Why can't they just leave me alone? Do I have a sign on me that says, 'hey, come touch and beat on me,'? I don't think so, yet they still do it. They come almost every night. Really I'm surprised I'm still alive from all that they do to me.

I step out of the shower with a whimper as I have to lift my legs to get out. Can't I go one night? One night at all without those jerks touching me? I am glad that the mirror is too fogged up to see my reflection, I don't need to see my reflection to know that there are dark bags under my bloodshot eyes. I'm sure my blue eyes are even brighter with them being bloodshot in all.

I towel dry my whole body before running a separate towel over my hair to try and sop up most of the water. I can't dry my lower half as well though with all the pain shooting down it. I don't even try to style my blonde hair before I go back into my room to pull on a pair of dark pants and a black hoodie. I have no underwear anymore and I don't trust idiots from ruining any more of my shirts. I have maybe four shirts left from those idiots.

I whimper as I have to bend down to slip on my shoes. I can't take the pain so I crumple to the ground in a heap as tears sting my eyes. Why aren't I used to this pain yet? It's been happening since I was twelve years old. I guess one can never get used to the mental pain of this. I am able to handle the pain better now since it happens every night practically, but the after pain, when they all leave, that's the pain that I can't handle.

The pain of knowing that my brother, the only family I have left, is the one who stared all of this when I was twelve. He started out just hitting me when I was eight and we got the news that our parents had both died in a car crash caused by a drunk driver--at least that's how the deaths were ruled out, when in reality they were killed by Hunters. They were dead before the crash even happened. I thought maybe he would grow tired of hitting me so I never told anyone. Oh how wrong I was.

When I turned nine he was already kicking and hitting me to the point where I would get broken bones. I used to heal quickly, but now I barely heal at all. I guess Zachary damaged my wolf since I still can't shift. I know my wolf is there because sometimes he will push me to the back of my mind and take the beatings for me, but that doesn't mean I can't feel the aftermath of it all.