A/N: I'm not sure if this one is even worth continuing, it was in fact getting dusty on my harddrive so I decided to post it, but something seems to be missing and I can't seem to pinpoint it. But you guys are the readers, so you tell me. This one is somewhat a dedication to rAbiDmutt03 for being such a supportive reader, but the pairing remains questionable.

I'm only trying this out for now, and if you don't like it, it's going in the trash.

WARNING: Slash aka M/M, Not your thing? Click the back button and move on.

Summary: Embry Call feels like the most alone teenager in La Push. His mom is never around; he's bullied in school, and can't seem to catch a break. But he soon finds comfort in a wolf he meets in the deep confines of the forest. The only one who accepts him is the wolf he soon finds that he will come to loathe. [All in Embry's POV]

D: You know I don't own it.

CHAPTER ONE

How do I put this into good perspectives, to the point where it becomes understandable, but yet not too graphic? But that seems to be the most plausible way to explain such drastic measures. Being raised in a community where regret and remorse is attained to you, you can't help but to feel like an outcast. It's always felt like this.

Living with my mom is okay, when she's not home. Actually, she hasn't been home for a month now. It's just me here, alone and used of it. I've never met my dad, but I've been given a clear thought to who it could be, Joshua Uley. I could see my mom regrets him and me, even though she hasn't come to admittance to the affair, and yet hasn't denied the relationship; I had no doubts in it. The way I found out was the constant gossip that circulated on the reservation, and this was the reason my supposed to be brother Sam Uley despised me. So Joshua is the discreet reason I ended up in this hellhole. But that's usually how it is out here on the reservation; infidelity is common, especially when alcohol is involved. Nearly wiped out our people at one point.

My mom gave me the constant reminders that I was her biggest mistake with every beaten she given me, refusing me my dinner if I didn't agree. I never did have anyone to console to, and I was okay with it. I would rather hold every ounce of it in, refusing to let anyone see me, the true me. Probably the reason I remain outside the social circles, no one wanted to interact with the bastard child of La Push. So I'm used of being alone, detained to what I can survive off of.

Mom's disappearances and uninformative vacations became common when I turned fourteen. The first time she left, she went to Seattle for two weeks, telling me I was old enough to fend for myself. It started as two weeks, to three, to a month, then to a couple months. Call me crazy, but I started to get used of the freedom, only worrying about the next time Tiffany Call would come back to restock the cupboards with food. I don't know why she comes back to make sure I have food, maybe it's the mother instincts kicking in, or maybe she doesn't want anyone to know that I'm living by myself. She knew as well as I that if child services found out about my living arrangements, I'd be taken away. Which voids her monthly check she receives for me, and me bouncing home to home for the rest of my teen years.

At one point, the council tried to step in when they began questioning why they haven't seen my mom in awhile. My simple explanation, she trusts me to watch the house while she's on business trips. I sometimes find myself fantasizing the perfect life with a perfect family, even if it was just me and my mom, I would constantly pretend my mom was some important business woman trying to make ends meet for the both of us.

But that was far from reality, she is most likely still in Seattle whoring herself off and avoiding me. I didn't want to believe that my mom was some loose end, the town pump that every man and some women paid for her deceiving talents. Shit! There have even been talks around the rez about it, and assumptions that I would follow in her footsteps.

Call me young, but I'm not stupid. I knew the importance of education, mainly because I saw the benefits of others when they reached for their goals. So I made that promise to myself that I would go to school as much as I could to graduate and get the hell out of here. It seemed easier when mom would leave to Seattle, that way I could make my attempts to finish school and get the hell out of this hellhole.

But school has never prevailed me to a positive life. Because of my trashy clothes, and lack of eating healthy, I was labeled as the crack head kid. If it wasn't that, it was something down the line of being a scrub or the poor kid that should probably end his life. High school can be harsh, but life can be worse.

The reason for most to not befriend me is because of the assumptions of my sexuality. Another name thrown my way, actual several under the category; fag, queer, homo, and all of the ones that fell under something about me liking guys, but the fact is, they're right. As scary as it is for me, I've tried to even hide that, but I was constantly belittled by the hall monitors on steroids. Paul Lahote, Jared Cameron, and my ever so lovely brother Sam, well actually I haven't heard anything from Sam since he already finished school, but Paul and Jared never fail to make my life a living hell.

The only ones who at least tried to say hi to me, were Jacob Black and Quil Atera Jr. But it was until Paul and Jared teased them about wanting to be my boyfriends, they decided it was too risky to be my friends, cowards. But I can't blame them, well Jacob to be exact; I still have a major crush on him. I know it's not possible, but I hoped that one day he would see me rather than see right through me. But that's another dream shattered, ever since he joined Sam's gang, he never notices me, he has become best friends with every one of them, including Paul.

So once again, I'm walking home alone. School was dismissed for the summer, and that meant I would have nothing to do until September. Summer has become a difficult task to keep myself occupied, but I found a way to make it a little less boring, writing. It has always been a passion of mine.

Just as I continued on my way home, the rumbling of a familiar truck came roaring from behind me, and I knew whom it was. I constantly had to be on guard whenever they would drive by, because that meant they would throw something at me, mainly paint filled balloons or the random food item, then calling me a fag or teasing me about being a hungry crack head kid. But for some odd reason, as I waited for it, nothing happened. Paul and Jared drove by with no awareness of my presence. Man I'm glad that this was there last year here.

Today should be a day of celebration, a day I should be basking in the ambience of joy and cheer. But like any other birthday I had, it was never to that compliant, it was always me and just me, hoping that I could conjure up a full meal to at least congratulate myself for making it through another year. Sixteen years old, and I have nothing to acclaim to my achievement but my existence.

Go Embry.

A/N: You see that little underlined blue printing below that says review, I'm sure your fingers aren't broken to hit it. But here's the deal… I bet you're thinking 'Oh god, he did another one which he'll probably mix up the plot.' Which I will let you know, my updates will be slower than usual. I want to take the time to think it through, and if it picks up, then I'll post more.

BUT... 'Sweet Meant To Be' is my first priority, then '(What Is) Love?' [which BTW, you'll find out soon enough].

So here is the option I leave to you guys… who should Embry be paired with? Who should the wolf be in the forest? Paul, Jared, or Jacob.

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