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*A/N (aka boyxboylover) I know there are a lot or grammar issues sorry. Also this is my first book so I'm sorry if it ain't good* I know the spelling mistakes are very very often but please dont comment about that becuase i already know and I dont need to be reminded I'm only in jr high so I know there is alot of mistakes. But I will try my hardest.

Zoulues POV

I lay on the ground in my own pool of blood after my usual beatings. I have been laying here for a hour and a half hoping someone will find me and help me but I know deep inside they won't or if they do they won't help but beat me more. When I think I can handle the pain I get up and start limping to the pack house wondering why I'm so useless to the world, even I know I'm a waste of space. When I get to the pack house I go inside some people look at me and try to hide there laugh with a cough but I pretend not to notice.

I go to my room which is just a slightly bigger closet, I'm so useless to the world that I don't even get a actual bedroom. I go to my bed and crouch down when a flash of pain goes through my body, I get the first aid kit and start cleaning the wounds. When I think I got most of the bruises and cuts covered, I put the first aid kit back under my bed which is really just a short-legged table that has blankets and a pillow on it. I lay down and try to go to sleep but I can't because the pain is so bad.

When I sit up I can hear all the talking from down stairs in the dining area. The whole pack is eating right now, I'm lucky if I even get 2 meals a week normally I have to try and sneak the food because I'm so hungry and weak. When I'm about to drop I finally lay down and let the darkness take me away.

I'm woken up to a blow to the stomach and then the face I open my eyes and see my grandpa glaring down at me. I've always hated those glares, they just tell me that I shouldn't died with my parents, It's easier than you think to anticipate on what they're thinking when you've lived like me. I live with my grandpa and grandma because my parents died when I was 10. I get up a little to fast and my body gives out because of the pain, I try to get up again but slower when I finally get up I get my clothes, take a shower and get dressed, I grab my school stuff and leave out the door trying not to be seen because I don't want any more beatings then I have to because I know I'll get some when I'm at the place full of flames of pain which they disguise as "School".

I'm walking to school, more like running to school, I hate school but I don't want to be beaten and left on the street to be eaten or ripped apart by rogues. When I enter the school I get shoved into the locker, my head bangs on the lock combination really hard and my head starts spinning. I heard everyone laugh around me and I ignored it. I straighten up and continue walking to my locker when I get to my locker the word fag (*A/n I absolutely hate writing that word*) is written all over my locker I sigh and try to keep the tears in my eyes from falling and blink them away.

I don't know why the words still bother me I've been going through this since I was 10 and now 17 I should be over it shouldn't I? Oh well I walk to my first hour and not before I get shoved and then kicked in the gut I get up and I walk to my first hour when I open the door and walk in everybody glares at me, It only gave me a sharp pain in the chest, I start walking to my seat which is in the back where nobody sits.

When I get to my seat somebody trips me, I end up hitting my head, AGAIN...God why can't I get a break, even just for a second. Once I come to, I hear the snearing laughter of my fellow classmates. I lean against a desk and slowly get up, walk to my seat and with a grunt I sit down and pull out my stuff that I need for the class.

It's now lunch time and I go to my usual spot alone. I don't have a lunch I just sit here and listen to music. After like 20 minutes someone kicks my side really hard to where I could hear a cracking noise.

"Just die already." I heard a sharp growl and I open my eyes to see Zack. He is going to be the next Alpha's beta the next Alpha is Skylar, his 18th birthday where he finds his mate and takes the seat of alpha is tonight but that's not the point. He kicks me again and again to where I can taste the all knowing coppery liquid seeping from my stomach, I spit blood out. While I'm on the ground I feel a shoe stomp my head and lose hearing in my left ear for a while. I wearily look up and he snickers, kicks me one more time before getting bored. The messed up thing is the bell rang 20 minutes ago.

This beating was short it only lasted a hour most of my beating usually last 2 or more hours. I sighed only out of relief until the stabbing pain where Zack kicked me severals times stopped me. I get up and decide to just go home because there's no way I'll be able to make it through the day with all my injuries and plus the injuries that I'll end up getting at the end of the day, including passing periods.

I get to the pack house and go to my room and lay down. Two hours later I can hear everyone coming home from school or work. I can hear everyone rushing to get the party set up for Skylar. About one hour, while I was examining my injuries, later the party starts, I'm not allowed to be at the party but I can still hear everything. I sit in my room for a total of 1 hour and 30 minutes.

I decide to just go to bed even though I know that alpha Skylar doesn't find his mate until 12 AM. I get about three hours of sleep, I knew this because there is a small clock in my room that read the time. I woke up because of the sound of my door opening. I start to feel weird when my wolf starts to go crazy in my head. I try to blocked him out but he kept fighting, a shadow loomed over me and I just cover my face with the blanket, expecting another daily beating.