A/N: Welcome to my new story Screwed it is in the POV of Seth only. I hope you enjoy I will only be posting once a week due to other commitments. I would love to hear what you think of the first chapter.

Thanks to Mrs Jones for beta-ing for me but all mistakes are mine. Without her I would not be here writing. Please check out her story Heart and Soul.

This is a m/m story there will be lemons as people like to say on here.

So without further ado enjoy Screwed.

Chapter 1

I pushed my glasses up that continuously slipped down my slim nose. Without them, I couldn't see further than the end of my nose. The wipers on the car were going as fast as they could and still it was hard to see the road clearly. It wasn't a good sign for our new life that we were starting in La-Push where my parents grew up. They left to make a better life for their young family. I was only six months old meaning I couldn't remember anything. Money was tight and we never returned until today. Mom slowed down as we start passing the run down houses, all small and looked like a good gust of wind would blow them down. I wished I was old enough and was able to stay in Virginia and attend college.

"Home sweet home," mom smiled stopping the car and looking at the house in front or us. The door was a dull red which clashed with the pink cladded walls. "Billy said there would be supplies so we won't starve tonight," she said pulling on her jacket.

"Well, that just made my day," I mumble.

"Seth please, this is going to be great. A bit of paint and it will be like new," she patted my leg before she got out. I watched as she tried to avoid the large puddles and opened the door. She hadn't even put a key in the lock. Our furniture was supposed to have arrived. Awkwardly slipping on my jacket, I put the hood up and opened the door ready to make a mad dash to the porch.

"Fuck," trust my luck I stepped into a deep puddle that went up to my ankle soaking my jeans. I grabbed my pack and threw it on my shoulder and walked to the door. There was no need to rush now. The wind and rain were cold. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," I grumbled seeming to find every pot hole from the car to the house. I jumped on the first step and my foot went right through the boards. "FOR FUCK SAKE!" I shouted the wind blowing it away from the house. I felt we had driven into hell. I pulled my leg out and turned around and stormed back to the car jumping in slamming the door. I just wanted to go back to our nice house and all my friends. Okay, my one friend but, that had to better than this hell hole.

I took my glasses off and wiped the stupid tears that ran down my face. "Why dad, why did you have to go and die on us?" I cried out. He was warned repeatedly to watch his diet but, would he listen? No, he kept on eating a ton of fatty food and in the end it killed him blocking his arteries. He died instantly. The doctors assured mom he never felt a thing. Sadly, he didn't say the same about us. We had to sell our home as mom couldn't keep up with the payments. Leah was now looking at a massive loan to get her through college on top of the two part-time jobs she had to keep herself with a roof over her head. I heard a tap on the window and saw my mom looking sadly at me. I shook my head and looked out the other window. "See what you have done?" I whispered resigned to the fact this was now my living hell. I wind down the window and cursed as it stopped only a few inches down. "I'm coming in, in a second mom," I tried to smile but I was a sure it was more a grimace. I watched as mom went back into the house shutting the door behind her. I knew she was leaning on the door crying but, I just couldn't bring myself to go in and comfort her.

It took another twenty minutes for the rain to ease and I again make the intrepid journey to the shack. I wouldn't say it was a house, it was a pile of rubble. I took a large step over the broken stair and gingerly put my foot on the landing. Deciding it was safe enough to take my weight, I let out a breath and let my other foot join it. The boards seemed to moan and protest with every step I took. I put my hand on the rusty handle and give it a turn. I was more than surprised it actually worked let alone stayed in place. The smell of damp rotting something was what hit my nose. I stood there surveying the room before me. If I thought the outside was bad it had nothing on the inside. The carpet or what was left of it was a groody orange and the walls had what looked like newspaper as wallpaper on it. I don't even want to mention the ceiling and wished I hadn't looked up trying to get some help from someone above.

"We can do it up," mom said looking as panicked as I felt. We didn't have money to do it up. We would be lucky to pay the rent. "Seth I know this isn't what you wanted. I'm sorry, I've let you down," she turned and almost at a run went up the stairs toward a small passageway. Guilt riddled me mom, hadn't let me down. She was doing what she thought was best for me. If we had stayed where I wanted to, we would be sleeping in the car. Although maybe that wouldn't be as bad as it sounded right now. I heard my mom weeping I dropped my bag down and went to find the kitchen.

I was pleased to see that indeed our things had arrived and began opening cupboards finding cups and began to make us a drink. While waiting for the jug to boil, I looked out the dirty kitchen window and saw that the forest was almost at touching distance. I was a city slicker and the forest looked dark and scary. The thought of bears and other wild creatures worried me as I had no idea what I would do if I came face to face to one. Maybe we should get a gun for protection not that I believed in killing animals for anything but food but, if it came down to it, I would rather it was a beast rather than me. Making a pot of tea, I went to find my mom. There were only three doors down the small passageway. I carefully balanced the tray in one hand so I could knock before entering. My mother was standing at the window and hadn't looked at me. I placed the tray on the bed and walked over to her wrapping my arms around her from behind.

"Mom, we are together. That is what matters," I said resting my chin on her shoulder looking out the window. Out this side there was a tyre made into a swing hanging from the large tree. I had always dreamed of having a swing just like this one growing up. However, we lived in a modern estate and the tree's were nothing but saplings. "I made you tea, come drink it while its hot," she gave my arms a pat and sighed. Stepping back I let her turn and saw her eyes red and puffy.

My mom was a beautiful woman and no one should shed tears like she had over the last few months. Her once round face was now gaunt having to cut down on the amount of food she had so Leah and I could concentrate at school. No matter how much Leah and I protested, she insisted we had a healthy diet. She almost lived on tea some weeks, even with her jobs there was nothing. Leah and I would fill our bags with food from the cafeteria at school to take home once we went back. Then the worse of worse thing happened. I was once again, been beaten up at school and my glasses were stomped on. My lenses were expensive and without them I was almost a cripple. Any money we had for food went on my glasses. Insurance went out the door the day my father dropped dead.

"Seth, this won't be for long. I will get a job and with the free rent we will be able to save and maybe move to one of the better houses," she said accepting the tea I handed her.

"Sure mom, everything is going to be fine," I tried to sound positive. But, there was no fooling my mother. "I might go check out the rest of the mansion," I winked at her and with my tea went to find my room. I was happy to hear her soft giggle behind me. If I could make my mom giggle just once a day I knew we would be fine.

The door opposite mom's was the bathroom. I walked in and saw the rust coming from the taps and dreaded what I would find when I lifted the toilet lid. Deciding I wasn't ready to face it just yet, I shut the door and headed down to the last door at the end. Expecting the worst, I was pleasantly surprised at my room. There was no carpet on the floor instead, wooden floor boards which had been polished by someone. My bed was already made up and only my few boxes waited in the corner. The walls were a pale blue with a dark blue line right around the middle. The room wasn't large. In fact, I doubted I could swing in a cat in it. Not that I would do that but, I always laughed at the saying. This would be where I would spend most of my time studying. I was going to attend the reservation's school which had less pupils than I had in my history class in my last school.

I spent the next few hours unpacking my belongings and even though I had a computer, it was really just for playing games now. Internet was not an option. Not even a phone line was affordable. I checked my watch, we had an appointment at the nearest pay phone to ring Leah at the end of her shift. I had been so busy I hadn't noticed the rain had stopped or that my mom was talking to someone. I opened my door to listen and see who it could be. I knew I had family here but, no one I had met before.

"Seth is sixteen now. How old is your son, Billy?" mom asked.

"Jacob is now eighteen and just about to finish his education. He does Sarah and I proud," the deep voice said.

"Does the pain ever go away?" mom sniffed.

"Not completely Sue but, it lessens," was the reply. "You will remember Harry every day but, if I know Harry and, I did. He would want you to move on, Sue. He would want you to be happy," I went to make sure mom wasn't too upset. After all, I was now the man of the house and dad would expect me to protect my mom from strange men.

The man in question was in a wheelchair and I was wondering how he got up the stairs. I walked to my mom and wrapped an arm around her waist. The man reminded me so much of my father and I swallowed the large lump in my throat. Not only had we arrived in hell, every single man forty plus was going to be a sharp reminder of my father. This day was just getting better and fucking better. Two years was going to be hell and the moment I finished school I knew I would be out of there. The man looked up at me, tears welling in his eyes.

"Billy Black, this is my son, Seth," mom said leaning into me and patting my chest with her hand. The man held out his hand for me to shake.

"Good to meet you, son. I bet you hear it all the time but, you do look so like your father at your age," he put his other hand over both of ours.

"You too sir, and no nobody told me more than once a day," I chuckled. Every day mom would say I was a spitting image of my father. They met when they were children and ever since I could remember, I was always told I looked like my dad. Of course, I myself couldn't see it. I was tall and skinny, short hair, and bottle coke glasses. The only thing similar was the ink black hair and the deep brown eyes.

"Please call me Billy, we aren't formal around these parts," he finally let my hand go and leaned forward on his arms. "I hear you're a good student. You will be a great addition to our school. Maybe tutor some of our lesser academic students," he chuckled. I really wasn't that good at school I was lucky to scrape through with a B+ on a good day.

"I'm probably not the best person to ask," I admitted. "Plus, I'm hoping to get some part-time work to help out," I doubted I would get work but, I had enough of my own school work to deal with. I certainly didn't want to do someone elses.

"Well, the council would pay you of course and there is only two students in your year. They both have commitments that keep them from attending everyday. Actually, they will be arriving shortly to meet you," as though they had heard there was a knock on the door before it was opened without invitation. "Ah boys, I was just telling Seth and Sue about extra tutoring," Billy said turning his chair toward the men.

If I thought I was tall, I was severely wrong. Both must have a foot on me and if they were my age, I wanted to drink what they did. They were both sporting bulging muscles and looked about twenty. I could hear them both give a quiet moan and rolling their eyes. When they looked up at me they both had smiles on their faces. At least they looked friendly if not a bit of trouble. Did these guys not feel the cold or was it just that they knew they looked damn fine and wanted to show off? I licked my lips and felt the heat rush to my face as the taller of the two gave me a wink.

"Hey," one said lifting his chin in acknowledgement. The other just gave him a nudge and smiled a brilliant white row of perfect teeth. "So Billy, we actually came to say that the problem is over, we caught it," the guy stopped and shrugged. "Anyway, the others are clearing it up now," I watched Billy nod and shook both guy's hands.

"Sorry, forgive me boys. Would you like something to drink? I believe I might have some lemonade in the fridge," mom said.

"Actually, I'm a bit parched," the other one just nodded. I was beginning to wonder if he actually spoke. His friend seemed to do the talking for both of them.

"I'll get it," I said wanting a few minutes to cool my still flushed cheeks. Pushing my glasses back up my nose, I headed to the kitchen and once again rummaged around trying to find where mom started putting things. I heard the kitchen door open and thinking it was mom, I didn't look out from behind the cupboard. "Mom, I can't find the glasses," I heard a deep chuckle and pulled back and saw the talkative one standing there his arms crossed. "Shit, sorry dude. I thought you were my mom," I quickly shut the door. "Do you mind it in a cup?" I said grabbing the door handle of the cupboard I knew where the cups were held.

"Not really thirsty," he shrugged. He came closer and I stepped back hitting my back on the bench. "Bet your eyes are really sweet under these," he said taking my glasses off. He stood back meaning I couldn't see his face at all or any chance of grabbing my glasses back off him.

"Colin, oh sorry, was I interrupting something?" the one who hadn't spoken till now asked.

"Wait outside, Brady," Colin growled firmly. Brady sighed and turned shutting the door behind him. "He gets a bit jealous."

"I, I don't understand," I stuttered. Colin put my glasses back on my face and I quickly pushed them into place.

"Oh, I'm sure you soon will," he paused before sighing. "Got to go, Sethy," with that he ran out the door. I let out my breath and turned toward the window seeing both Colin and Brady stripping their shirts while running toward the forest. In the distance I could hear a wolf howling. Soon it was followed by others as though they was answering the first howl. I shuddered. I was so screwed.

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