Prologue
I lay on the floor wishing for something better. Anything would be better than what I have been through. I have seen things and had things done to me that I would never wish on my worst enemy. They may be like my abusers. But I would choose them over the latter. Some people can't imagine what I do to handle everything. I am not suicidal or anything. I have learned to hide in my head. To show no emotions. For emotions mean a sign of weakness to my abusers. And I don't want to fuel their anger. The days I lay on the floor like I am now are the days I dread the worst. The pain I felt. All the kicking, hitting, punching, and brutality. I can mentally feel the bruises forming all over my body. Some of them covering the healing bruises and cuts from last beatings. But I do know that I am an omega. That my name is Evan. And I am worthless. Not worthy to be an upstanding member of the pack. For it was drilled and beaten into my head at an young age.
