My Broken Mate (Man x Man)

Chapter 20

Connor's P.O.V

I woke up knowing what date it was and I have mixed feelings about my birthday. I remember how my birthdays with my parents were, my parents would come in my room early in the morning before there had to go to work, waking me up with a cupcake and a single candle every time, no matter what age I turn just one candle, granted you can't fit thirteen candles on a cupcake but you could fit the written number but my parents liked to call it a tradition, a tradition that I miss dearly.

They would knock on my door at six 'o five in the morning, entering to see me still passed out, sleeping, my dad would always make fun of me because I snore and drool in my sleep and talk too.

My mom would spend a minute waking me up with a hug and a kiss on the cheek and happy birthday, my dad would lovingly ruffle my hair before they would light the candle and start singing happy birthday to me around six 'o seven, the time I was born.

Then they would give me a small gift, a sentimental one, or gifts that I wanted as a kid, gifts that I no longer own because of Mark. I never really had many friends so we didn't need parties but then again I wasn't a very outgoing person so that's something.

The last birthday I spent with my parents was the same, you'd think as a teenager I wouldn't be close with my parents and get annoyed at being woken up so early but as an only child, I was close to them and had a great relationship with them.

Thinking about them now still hurts me, I would do anything to get my parents to come to my room at six in the morning with a cupcake in hand, one candlelit, singing happy birthday to me. My dad teasing me and playing with hair and my mom's sweet voice telling me she loved me.

It brought tears to my eyes with the memory of their happy smiles and laughter, it fills me with sorrow, a sad smile tugging at my lips.

I always thought that my eighteen birthday would be spent with my family, celebrating that I am now an adult, I didn't think that they would no longer be here with me, wishing me good luck on entering the real harsh world.

But there is something to be happy about, I'm no longer trapped in hell with Mark and I'm having my very first date with a very handsome werewolf man.

I never thought that I would get away from Mark but also I never thought that I would go on a date, let alone be going on a date with a man, that's a freaking werewolf.

Speaking of a werewolf, James enters my room as if he owns it with a couple of shopping bags in hand.

"What's that?" I ask dismissing the fact that he entered without knocking.

"Well, you can't expect to go on a date with the old clothes mommy give you, do you?" He rhetorically asked me in a pout, his hands on his hips and his head tilted to the side like a cute puppy.

I look at the clothes I was going to wear to head to the date. A baggy navy T-shirt and jeans that I rolled at the end as it was too long and a size too small baby blue cardigan with a beat-up black converse.

"I think I look good, " I say shrugging my shoulders, not finding my outfit to be ugly looking.

"Tsk, my poor poor friend you look like shit, " James bluntly tells me, a genuine sympathetic expression on his face that tells me that he feels sorry that I thought I looked good.

I stood there, blanked face and not the less bit offended but I did want to tell him that his fashion sense wasn't any better than mines. With a full-on bright red tracksuit and blue running shoes.

I just shake my head and shrug my shoulders as he starts taking out items from his bag.

"So," he starts, clapping his hands together while looking at me.