Hey guys, thanks for reading to the second chapter, I know that the first was short, but you know, it was more of an intro than anything :P anyways, this is my second chapter of my first fanfic. I kind of pictured Paul alone do be just straight depressing, so I decided to emphasize on it a bit. But anyways, I'm just talking to myself now, so here's chapter two!

As I ran home, or to the house I live in rather, I couldn't help but to think about the real family I used to have. Or the only part I cared about besides Jared.

I was thinking about my mom.

She was the most beautiful thing I had in my life. She had the weirdest, most interesting hair. Being only half-native, she had bright red in her dark hair that you could see in plain sight. She had chocolate brown eyes that you could practically see through. Her nose was pointed, a little broken from her sports days, but only I noticed it. I inherited her dimples, she told me so, though no one has seen them for quite some time. But she was so perfect and she's the only person I'd ever really loved.

Well, I never worried about love. I learned from my experience that love was just something that you suffered from later. If I never loved my mom, maybe I never would have been the heartless asshole I am now. It wouldn't have hurt as bad when I lost her.

It was all my fault that she died anyways. I was sick and she was taking care of me, even though she was hurting anyways. My father had just finished off his second sixpack of the day, he said he wanted to get more. Mom told him that she didn't want him drinking and he needed to get a job, since we were running off of her substitute teacher wage. He has anger issues as it is, which is where I developed them, but when he was drunk, he was dumb and angry.

He got even more angry and so came the part I so much hated. When I was younger, the only thing I could do was either watch and cry or run and cry. At this time, I was 16 so I immediately brushed off my sickness and went to defend my mother. I blacked out at one point after my father had struck me. When I had awaken, I was in the hospital. The doctors wouldn't take much time talking to me and the nurses avoided me. Days went by as my body healed and I was growing concerned. My mother was no where to be found, not a word was said about her. I still hadn't heard of any news past my blackout. My release day comes and I go to my home excited to see my mother only to find my house empty. Instead, I find an old news paper that reads over on the heading "Terrible Crash In La Push, Only A 16 Year Old Boy Makes It Out." The realization rushes through me as I finally embrace the truth that I had known since I had awaken in the hospital.

I was alone.

The article stated that my mother had been taking me to the hospital for internal bleeding and a concussion. On the way there, there was an unexplained accident that ended with our truck in the ditch upturned and my mother dead. My father was no where to be seen and I was left all alone.

I was left with everything that my mom owned, including a trust fund I new of, leaving me with much wealth and nothing else. I was empty. At the young age of 16, I became an alcoholic. I came home from work every day, since I quit school so I could pay for the bills without using the trustfund, and I drank until I passed out. Jared had been the one to stay with me and get drunk with me every day up until about 6 months ago. One day, he never came to bring me more beer. The next day, no sign of him. This only made me drown myself more into numbness.

I found myself in my living room with booze in my hand. The bottle was empty, but I had no buzz. Goddammit. I can't even be numb anymore. This wolf shit just gets worse and worse.

As I leave to get more to drink, I am stopped by none other than Sam Uley. Fucking great.

His face, oddly, wasn't the same ice cold stare. Instead, he looked rather sympathetic. What the hell ever! I don't want his bullshit sympathy. I hadn't realised I had cried at all until I wiped my itching eyes.

"Look, Paul please liste-" Sam began until I interupted him.

"What? I already figured it out, the legends are true, I'm not an idiot. Is there anything else you want to tell me?" my sarcasm thick and I was shaking a little from my annoyance.

Jared came into my view from behind the gang. I stood there, slightly ashamed of myself, only slightly. I was still angry with him.

"Please sit down for a second, Paul. I know you're mad, but I had no choice... I could have hurt you as a new wolf. I know that doesn't make up for it, but just give the pack a chance. We are all brothers now, you can have a family again." By this time, he'd walked his way to me, the other guys cautious and nervous. I could smell their tension.

"Would you guys chill out? Damn, I'm not an rabid animal, I can control myself." Sam made a gesture to the guys for them to stand down.

"I still don't want anything to do with your Goddamn gang shit. Now get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops." They all were surprised to see me so calm. Am I really that bad? Has my rep been this serious?

"Paul, just would you fucking listen for five minutes? I mean would it kill you to just give the pack a chance?" Jared was inching closer to me as he said each word, his own body vibrating like mine.

I push him away from me and start to growl. Wow, what the fuck? Growling , too?

Sam jumps between the building tension between my late best friend.

"I command you both to chill out." I could almost taste the athority in his voice. I knew immediatly that he was my leader and alpha.

"Paul, you will be part of this pack and help to protect our people, it's who you are meant to be and I demand that you do so." His dark eyes were piercing. All I could do was nod as the shock left my face, I knew that this command shit was going to get old fast.