Complicated (BoyxBoyxBoy)

Chapter 1

"You have disappointed me long enough. I am done." I was on the ground of our old pack house, no one is home to watch a nine-year-old break down on the living room floor. My eyes were completely soaked as I begged for her to stay, that I would do better, but she ignored me. I watch her pack her stuff around the house, not glancing once at me as I was crying my eyes out. She heads for the front door and looks back once more, I will never forget the look on her face at this moment. The disgust and utter disappointment on her face killed me from deep down.

"Disgusting little rat, I hope you die for all of the hurt you put me through." Her words cut through me like a knife to the heart. I sat in the empty pack house alone and completely heartbroken for so long. I am such a hopeless person that I made my own mother leave me.

I wake up in a cold sweat as I hear my annoying ass alarm ringing in my ear. I groan and wipe my crusty wet eyes before throwing my alarm clock across the room. I hear it shatter against the wall and sit up straight. "SHIT" I get up quickly and start throwing on the cleanest looking clothes I can find. Then I hear what I have feared all morning.

"CONNOR!", my father hollers through the house, as I hear his huge monstrous form march down the hallway. I pull on my skinny jeans just as he burst his way in my room. He stands in front of me with anger seeping out of his ears. My father is a huge two hundred pound, 6' 7", 45 year old man. He used to be Beta Richard Hayes of the Blue Moon pack, until the faithful day eight years ago when my mother left us. Dad went a little crazy after that and hasn't been the same, I would say he is on his sixth beer already at 7 am. So I would say this was a good day so far.

He looks around the room for the source of the noise and sees the broken clock. I am shaking in my spot, knowing what is coming next.

"What the hell are you doing? Can't you be normal one day in your life? This is the fifth thing you have broken this year, you little useless rat.", He screams so that it echoes through the apartment. Though I know I need to respond, I can't, I am completely frozen in my spot. My throat is closed and I am on the edge of breaking down.

"Why are you not responding you little fucker?" This time he grabs my hair from the roots and drags me out of the room. I scream a little and grab onto his hands, trying to loosen his grip. I start begging now; saying I am sorry, I won't do it again, and to forgive me. I know it won't do anything now.

He pulls me into the kitchen and throws me onto the tile floor. I crash to the side of the cabinets and cringe as my head hits the handles. I hold onto my throbbing head and don't see my fathers foot coming at my body. My father starts kicking me in the stomach and I curl up into a ball trying to protect my self but it does nothing. My wolf is crying, telling me to get up and stop him, but I can't I am too scared and weak. He stops after a couple of last kicks and looks at me crying on the ground, completely broken in half.

"Pathetic Mother Fucker," he spits out at me, "Don't be late for school or I'll beat you till you pass out next time." He leaves the apartment and heads to his car, probably going to the bar till he goes to work at eleven.

I lay down there for a couple more minutes until I can lift my body up and breath properly. I limp back into my room holding onto my ribs, I would have to leave soon if I was going to make it to school on time. I grab my earbuds, phone, and black sweater. I don't even bother with my backpack as I know I won't be able to carry it all the way to school. Glancing into the mirror one last time, I see my disgusting self. My bright brown eyes are a rather dull red and swollen from crying, my face is lacking some of the color it used to have, and my body is rather skinny for a 17-year-old guy. I am ugly. I am disgusting. I am nothing. I sigh and leave the apartment, getting ready for the next thirty-minute walk as I am holding onto my bruised ribs.

I listen to the latest Panic at the Disco album on the walk to school. I daze out thinking about how shitty my life is. See, me and my dad were a part of the Blue Moon pack before we came into this small town. He was second in charge and was a powerful warrior, until he got us kicked out with his stupid drinking problem. So now we are rouges living out of a tiny apartment in a town with no werewolves at all. We made sure of it, so that they would never figure out the way my father treats me.

Werewolves are extremely protective of there children, and if they figured out that he treats me like this, they would kill him faster then he could say help. But it doesn't really matter, I don't think anyone would ever really want to protect me. Not even my mate, if I really still had one. Now here is a little fact that no one gets right about werewolves, we can find our mates at 16 but we should find our mates at 18. Its not like everyone finds there mate suddenly at 18, it's a process within two to three years. Though I haven't found him/her and I know I never will, they would never want a pathetic little rat like me.

I realize I involuntarily walked into the school without even realizing it. I kind of made a loner reputation for myself, I like being alone. It's easier this way though; no one to explain the bruises to and no one to look down at me. Everyone avoided looking at me or talking to me as I made my way to my first class. I started to pay attention to the music blasting in my ears;

"Mama said

Fulfill the prophecy

Be something greater

Go make a legacy"

Ha I wish. I kept rushing through the halls with my head down, ignoring the world with my music blaring in my ears. I knock into a couple of people, some swearing or apologizing, but I ignore them all. I am completely self-involved in my music and the ache in my ribs from my little encounter this morning, that I didn't notice the two massive men in front of me.

I body slam straight into their strong tense bodies without flinching. Landing on the ground with a loud thud, "Dammit" I swore under my breath. I feel the ache in my ribs even more. God I really hope they are not broken; I don't know what I would do if they were. I am about to yell at the two idiots but freeze when I hear a deep seductive laugh from one of them that made my heart flutter. I look up and see the one who laughed has longish trimmed brown hair with bright blue eyes. He must be 6'8" with a slim fit swimmer like body, toned beautifully.

The other one leans down with a stoic face and puts out his hand, I take it and felt my stomach flip cartwheels. He has black short hair spiked to a short fauxhawk but with deep green eyes, he seems to be a little shorter than the other at 6'6". He seems to more rip and muscly like he works out every day. I can see what looks like an eight pack under his tight black t-shirt. Oh, my Goddess, where did these Greek gods come from? I almost tripped again, but the strong arms of the Greek gods grabbed me before I could fall.

"Love, are you already falling head of heals for us?" says blue eyes with a wonderful smile that made me weak at the knees. I look at the beautiful men who I could guess are brothers, are staring at me with such amazing eyes that I felt they were going to burn me up from the inside.

Then suddenly they both growl; "Mate"