Alpha

6. Sehun

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of abuse

I hiss, closing my eyes. "Useless cat." My stepdad mumbles. I bite my lip, looking up from where I fell. Belt still in his hand, the blonde looks between me and the belt. Contemplating if he should keep going. "Why did your mother ever have you? You should've been nonexistent or killed. No one likes that hybrid shit." I turn my head as the belt comes down again, letting out a cry at the impact.

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, kicking me over. I whimper under my breath, earning another three whips of the belt. 27. We are at 27 hits with the belt. About 10 kicks and about 5 punches.

"Sehun!" I hear a small voice cry when the belt comes down again on an already open wound. Immediately my stepdad stops. Thank God. "Sehun- hyung!" My little brother looks terrified. "Go to your room." My step dad hisses. The family knows better than to interrupt my stepdad during his episodes. After all, I'm the disappointment. I'm the only hybrid. My brothers are both pure wolf.

My brother looks hesitant, blue eyes focused on my bleeding wounds. "Go. Hyung is okay, buddy. I'll be there in a bit." I manage, not wanting him to see me like this nor see his dad like this. My oldest brother ran down the hall with the intent to get my brother when he saw my condition. "D-Don't you think-" I hiss, getting his attention and shake my head in a silent plead. I don't want them getting hurt for protecting something that isn't even worth it.

Both my brothers head to the room, hesitant but forced to do so. "Where were we?" I cover my head, letting out a small howl in pain, feeling the throbbing from the bleeding. "What are you protecting yourself for? Huh? Piece of shit." I whimper as he rips my hands from my head, kicking my temple.

-

"Hyung!"

"Sehun-ssi!"

I wave them off, limping to my bed. "Sehun- sleep on my bed, you shouldn't go up there-" I give my hyung a glare. "Stop. You know what would happen if I slept in one of your beds. I'm fine." I climb the little ladder to my "bed". It's just a sheet really. It's like a little attic made up there just not closed in. I have enough space for me and a few folded clothes up there. Used to have more but I grew too tall to have space for the most part. I groan in pain when I roll onto the wood at the top.

"Hyung." My little brother whimpers, not liking to see me in pain. "I told you already, hyung is fine." I hiss back, not in the mood to argue it. It's nothing new but my little brother is still so little he doesn't get it. "Sehun, let me at least treat the wounds-"

"Kris hyung- I said I'm fine." I snap back, regretting it after. "I'm sorry hyung." I apologize after. All I hear is Kris sigh before I can see him sit on his bed. "I worry about you, Sehun." He admits.

"Why?"

"Because I don't know how long your body can take it. You're starting to scar instead of fully healing. You're starving and you-"

"Hyung isn't eating?" I send a nasty glare in Kris' direction. This time not regretting it. "Go to sleep. I eat. Kris hyung doesn't know what he's talking about." I retort back, staring at the ceiling. As far as my baby brother knows, I like it up here and get fed well and get all the benefits they do. As far as he was concerned, I hurt myself in breakdowns.

"Oh okay. Silly hyunggie." I breathe a sigh of relief when he seemed to have believed me. "Goodnight, hyungs. I love you." Tears well in my eyes as Kris calls out a love you. "Love you too." I force out after clearing my throat. Thankfully I can hear Kris' snores and Mark's heavy breathing by the time tears roll down my face.

I'm a failure.

-Three days later-

I haven't been able to attend school these past few days. It's a miracle I'd been able to move. Every time I think I'm about to heal I get another beating. I guess it's better than school beatings though. Cause this way I'm all alone.

"We are home. Did they seriously leave you home alone like this?" I glance down to see Kris, shocked. "Is it really still that surprising to you? Where's mark?" Kris sighs, ruffling his brown hair. "Playing games. Sehun." I hum, indicating I heard him as he shuts the door. "Someone was looking for you today." He hesitates, putting his bag on his bed.

I furrow my brows, for me? "I-It was the alphas son. He said he was worried about you. I guess Jongin must've told me I was your brother but- when did you ever meet him? You know dad will-"

"Kris, I know okay? I didn't mean to meet him. What did you tell him?"

Kris shrugged. "That you didn't feel great but I assured him you're fine." I mess with a scab on my arm. "If he ever asks you again, tell him to go away. If anyone asks you. I don't want to see them." I whimper, tears welling from my own lie. "Sehun, is something going on? You can tell me. I'm still your hyung." Kris asks me, sitting on his bed. The only spot you can really see me in this room. "No. He's nothing to me. I just-"

You're still my Luna.

Fuck you, Chanyeol. Fuck you and Baekhyun and this whole mate shit.

"I just never want to see him, Jongin or anyone." I force out, covering my face. "A-Are they bullying you?" I shrug and sigh. "Does it matter? Even if they were, is it anything new? I'm just the school freak. Just listen to me. I don't need that man hunting them down for talking to a retard." I retort back, sighing at my mark.

"He's your mate, isn't he?" My head snaps to Kris in shock. "I read you like a book. I don't care what you are, you're my brother and your heart is on your sleeve." Kris sighs, hesitating on continuing. "Sehun, he can get you out of it you know-"

"Kris, I told you what to do and if you won't listen then just stop talking to me."

"Okay. Sorry."

-Chanyeol POV-

I bite my thumb, anxious. I haven't seen sehun in a week and a half now. "Kris!" I call out, approaching him. "Chanyeol, please stop. I've already been scolded for even telling you what I have. Sehun doesn't want to see any of you. Just please-" Kris avoids my eyes, guilty for even delivering the message. I can see Baekhyun's shoulders fall forward at the information.

"Thanks." I whisper and pull Baekhyun away. "He hates us." Baekhyun mumbles, ripping his arm away from me. "No. He hates me. He left when I threw a fit and-"

"Baekhyun, don't do that to yourself." I whimper, holding him close. "Come on, we have no choice but to do all this without him until he's ready. I just hope he's okay."

"You're just gonna let him go? Like that?" I nod and pull him along. "We have no choice."

Little does he know I have Jongin keeping watch for any red flags in the situation.

-

"He hasn't left the house all this time, Chan. I can't break in." I nod knowingly. "The only ones who have left is Kris, his baby brother and parents."

"What if he's hurt?"

"I don't know I'll try to stop by when no one else is home okay? Just focus on the mate announcement ceremony." Jongin tells us, frown on his face.

I hope you're okay, Sehun.